Bhabhi Ki Nazar Ka Jaadu || Desi hindi sex stories

Bhabhi Ki Nazar Ka Jaadu || Desi hindi sex stories

Hello doston, main Arjun, aur yeh meri ek dilchasp aur garam kahani hai. Umeed hai aapko pasand aayegi.

Main 28 saal ka hoon, Bangalore ke Koramangala area mein rehta hoon aur wahan ek chhoti si gift aur decor shop chalata hoon. Height 5’11” hai aur body bhi theek-thaak maintained hai. Lekin yeh kahani shop ke bahar ki hai.

School ke time ke around ek dusky beauty roz subah apne bachchon ko school chhodne aur shaam ko lene aati thi. Uska naam Anjali Bhabhi tha – umar lagbhag 34-35 saal, bhara-bhara sharir, 36-32-38 ka figure jo saree mein bahut zabardast dikhta tha. Rang gehra sa golden-brown, chehra itna khoobsurat ki dekhte hi dil baith jaaye – badi-badi aankhein, thoda bhara hua sa chehra, patle lips aur hamesha perfect makeup. Uske hone se hi pura rasta roshan lagta tha.

Pehle toh main sirf dekhta rehta tha. Shop ke counter pe baith ke uska aana-jaana note karta. Wo meri shop ke bilkul saamne wale road se guzarti thi. Dheere-dheere usko bhi pata chal gaya ki main uspe line maarta hoon. Kabhi wo gusse se dekhti, kabhi ignore karti. Main bhi darr ke maare zyada aage nahi badha, kyunki shop hai, area chhota hai, reputation kharab hone ka dar tha.

Lekin dil mein uske liye attraction badhti ja rahi thi. Uske aane ki timing note kar li thi maine. Subah jaldi shop khol deta tha taaki usko dekh sakun. Wo bhi dheere-dheere notice karne lagi thi. Kabhi smile pass hoti, kabhi wo apni badi aankhein bada ke dekhti jaise “kya dekh raha hai”.

Ek din maine dekha ki wo school ke baad apne bachchon ko leke pichhle gali ke ek ghar mein gayi. Baad mein pata chala ki unki apni chhoti si pooja-samagri aur gift ki shop bhi wahi hai, mandir-related items bechti thi. Ab mauka milne laga.

Kareeb ek mahine baad kismat ne sath diya. Mera ek purana dost call kiya – usko ghar ke liye ek sundar wooden mandir chahiye tha, sasta aur achha. Main turant soch liya yeh toh perfect chance hai.

Maine dost ko bola, “Chal, mere area mein ek shop hai, wahan chalte hain.”

Dost ke saath main seedha unki shop pe pahunch gaya. Anjali Bhabhi wahan thi. Mujhe dekh kar uske chehre pe shock aur thodi si muskurahat dono aa gaye. Dost ne mandir pasand kiya, kuch customization ki baat hui. Unke sasur ji bhi wahan the, isliye maine apna naam aur shop ka reference de diya. Paise mein thoda discount bhi mil gaya aur customization free ho gaya.

Jab hum jaane lage toh maine poocha, “Bhabhi, kab tak ready ho jaayega?”

Unhone bola, “Ek hafta lagega.”

Maine number maanga. Unhone visiting card diya – uspe uncle ka number tha. Phir maine apna card unko diya aur bola, “Koi bhi zarurat ho toh call kar lena.”

Haath milate waqt uska soft, garam haath chhua. Dil ek second ke liye ruk sa gaya. Wo ehsaas abhi bhi yaad hai – makhmal jaisa.

Ek hafta baad maine uncle ke number pe call kiya. Kismat se call Anjali Bhabhi ne hi uthaya. Mandir ready tha. Dost ko bhejna tha lekin usne mana kar diya, isliye main akela hi gaya.

Shop pe us waqt sirf Anjali Bhabhi thi. Uncle andar so rahe the aur mazdoor log break pe the. Perfect timing.

Main andar gaya aur dheere se bola, “Kaise ho Anjali ji?”

Wo muskurayi aur boli, “Badhiya. Par aap toh bahut dhyan dete ho aane-jaane walon pe, khas kar mujhpe.”

Main hans pada, “Sab pe nahi… sirf aap pe.”

Usne aankhein chhoti kar ke poocha, “Aur yeh dhyan sirf mujhpe kyun?”

Mainne sach bol diya, “Pata nahi… aapko dekh kar bahut sukoon milta hai. Jaise June ki tez dhoop mein kisi ped ki chhaon mil gayi ho.”

Wo thodi der chup rahi, phir boli, “Waah, bahut filmy baatein kar rahe ho aaj.”

Mainne kaha, “Filmy nahi, dil ki baat hai. Waise aapka naam toh abhi tak nahi pata tha mujhe.”

“Anjali,” usne muskurate hue kaha.

“Arjun,” mainne reply kiya.

Mandir liya, payment kiya aur jaane laga. Phir ruk ke bola, “Anjali ji, mera card toh aapke paas hai na? Kabhi mann kare toh message ya call kar dena.”

Usne haan mein sir hilaaya.

Uske baad 15-20 din tak koi call ya message nahi aaya. Main pareshan hone laga. School ke time wo aati thi lekin ab nazar bhi nahi milati thi. Lag raha tha sab khatam ho gaya.

Lekin kismat ne phir twist de diya.

Ek din raat ko around 10:30 baje mera phone baja. Unknown number. Maine uthaya toh uski awaaz aayi – dheemi aur thodi si sharmili.

“Arjun… main Anjali bol rahi hoon.”

Mera dil zor se dhadak utha. Khushi se pagal ho gaya main.

Usne kaha, “Pichhle 20 din se soch rahi thi… tumhari baatein dimag se nahi nikal rahi thi. Aaj hubby office tour pe gaye hain teen din ke liye… bachche mummy ke paas hain… agar mann ho toh aaj mil sakte hain.”

Main turant taiyar ho gaya. Usne apne ghar ka address diya – jo school ke paas hi ek chhote se flat mein tha.

Jab main pahuncha, darwaza khula tha. Andar lights dim thi, halka sa jasmine ka perfume faila hua tha. Anjali Bhabhi ne ek deep neck wali black kurti aur tight leggings pehni thi. Uski badi chuchiyan kurti ke andar se bahut ubhari hui dikhti thi, aur gaand leggings mein perfect round lag rahi thi.

Maine andar step kiya aur darwaza band kiya. Pehle toh sirf baatein hui – usne coffee banayi, hum baith ke baatein karne lage. Lekin aankhon mein wohi purani chemistry thi.

Dheere-dheere baat personal hone lagi. Usne kaha, “Tum roz mujhe aise dekhte the… mujhe bhi achha lagta tha. Par darr bhi lagta tha.”

Main uske paas khisak gaya aur uska haath pakad liya. “Ab darr ki kya baat hai?”

Usne aankhein band kar li. Mainne uske chehre ko apne haathon mein liya aur dheere se kiss kar diya. Pehle soft, phir passionate. Uske patle lips bahut garam the.

Kiss ke dauran mera haath uski peeth pe ghumne laga. Usne bhi mera shirt ke button kholne shuru kar diye. Jab maine uski kurti upar ki toh bina bra ke uske heavy, dusky boobs bahar aa gaye – bade nipples already hard the.

Main unko choosne laga. Anjali moan kar rahi thi, “Arjun… bahut din se mann kar raha tha… aur zor se chooso…”

Main usko utha ke bed pe le gaya. Uski leggings aur panty neeche ki. Uski chut already geeli ho chuki thi – clean shaved aur bahut khubsurat. Main uski chut chaatne laga. Wo tadap rahi thi, mere baal kheench rahi thi.

Phir usne mera pant utara aur mera 7 inch ka lund dekhte hi uski aankhein chamak uthi. Usne turant muh mein le liya aur bahut achhe se choosne lagi – jaise professional ho.

Kareeb 10 minute blowjob ke baad main uske upar chadha. Pehle dheere se chut mein daala, phir speed badhai. Anjali ke mooh se sirf “ahhh… aur zor se… faad do meri chut…” nikal raha tha.

Humne do round kiye us raat – ek missionary mein, doosra doggy style mein uski moti gaand pakad ke. Dono baar uske andar hi jhada.

Subah hone se pehle main wapas aa gaya. Usne bola, “Hubby teen din ke liye hai… roz aana.”

Us trip ke baad humari regular milne ki shuruaat ho gayi. Kabhi uske ghar, kabhi meri shop ke upar wale chhote store room mein risky quickies. Ab tak yeh silsila chalta aa raha hai aur hum dono is secret relationship ke maze le rahe hain.