In the serene, tree-lined suburbs of Pune, where old bungalows hid behind high compound walls and bougainvillea crept over iron gates, Mahesh Sharma lived with his 22-year-old daughter, Bhavya. He had raised her alone after her mother left when Bhavya was barely three. Now, fresh out of college and staying home while she figured out her future, the house felt smaller, warmer, and far more dangerous than it ever had. Mahesh was 45, still powerfully built from years in the construction business. Salt-and-pepper hair, strong arms, and quiet confidence. Bhavya had grown into a breathtaking young woman — long, wavy auburn hair, bright green eyes she inherited from her mother, and a body that curved generously in all the right places. She moved around the house in tiny shorts and loose tank tops, completely at ease, unaware — or perhaps fully aware — of the effect she had on him. It began innocently. Late-night movies on the large sofa in the living room. Bhavya would curl into his side li...
Diwali Nights – Priya Bhabhi Ka Forbidden Affair Midnight Chat || Desi hindi sex stories
Main Arjun hoon, ab 28 saal ka software engineer Bangalore mein job kar raha hoon. Lekin yeh kahani us waqt ki hai jab main 22 saal ka tha aur Pune mein final year engineering kar raha tha. College ghar se door tha, isliye main ek chhote se rented flat mein rehta tha. Mera roommate Rohan bahut family-type tha – har chhoti vacation pe ghar bhag jaata tha, Raksha Bandhan ho ya Diwali. Uske jaane ke baad flat pura mera ho jaata tha aur main secretly khush hota tha.
Hamare landlord Colonel Mehra uncle the – retired army officer. Unke do bete videsh mein settle ho chuke the. Bade bete ko bahut pehle hi Canada le gaya tha. Chhote bete ne recently hi Germany mein job pakdi thi aur apni biwi ko baad mein bulaane ka plan tha. Toh unki biwi, Priya Bhabhi, abhi in-laws ke saath hi rehti thi. Priya Bhabhi 26 saal ki thi – bilkul desi beauty, gori-chitti, curvy figure aur classical dance + music ki teacher. Woh young ladkiyon ko ghar pe hi classes leti thi. Har baar unko dekhkar dil mein ek alag si feeling hoti thi. Main sochta tha – kash meri biwi bhi aisi ho.
Diwali ki chhuttiyan shuru hui toh Rohan ghar chala gaya. Main exams ke liye ruk gaya tha. Ek subah main stairs utar raha tha tab Colonel uncle ne mujhe pakad liya. “Arre beta, tu ghar nahi gaya?” Maine bataya ki final year hai, padhai karni hai. Uncle impressed ho gaye aur mujhe lunch pe invite kar diya.
Lunch time pe main unke ghar pahuncha. Priya Bhabhi ne darwaza khola aur muskurate hue bola, “Aao Arjun, kitna busy ho gaye ho aajkal.” Unki woh smile dekhkar dil pighal jaata tha. Unhone khud tasty khana banaya tha – aloo matar, paneer, aur fresh puri. Uncle-aunty bahut caring the. Us din se hamari dosti aur close hone lagi. Kabhi woh mujhe lunch bhej deti, kabhi uncle-aunty bahar jaate toh Bhabhi call karke ghar bula leti. Kabhi woh khud upar aa jaati aur surprise de deti.
Do din pehle Diwali ke, Bhabhi upar aayi. Hum normal baatein kar rahe the tab unhone ghar ka mess dekha – cigarette ke butts, beer bottles, kapde idhar-udhar. Woh boli, “Arre yeh kya halat bana rakhi hai? Diwali aa rahi hai, saaf karo!” Main turant laga aur woh bhi help karne lagi.
Saaf-safai karte waqt Bhabhi ne ek dabba uthaya aur boli, “Yeh kya hai?” Woh mera condom ka packet tha. Main virgin tha lekin future ke liye rakha tha. Maine jhooth bol diya ki birthday party mein mazak mein use kiya tha. Bhabhi zor se hansi aur boli, “Feko mat… yeh kaam aa sakta hai.” Maine poocha kaise? Woh sharmaate hue boli, “Time aane pe bataungi.” Uske baad uski smile mein ek alag hi sparkle tha.
Agla din dopahar mein woh khana leke aayi. Ab uska behaviour badal gaya tha – joke pe shoulder pe haath, baatein karte waqt bilkul paas baithna. Shaam ko woh mujhe beauty parlour le gayi ek mall mein. Parlour se nikal kar woh aur bhi khoobsurat lag rahi thi. Main compliment de diya. Woh sharma gayi aur haath pakad liya. Mall mein hi dinner kiya, haath mein haath daale, romantic feel aa gaya.
Ghar lautte waqt area mein light chali gayi thi. Gate ke paas hi hum ruk gaye. Bhabhi ne aankhon mein dekha, lips forward kiye. Main neeche jhuka aur uske naram lips ko choom liya. Kiss itna gehra tha ki hum dono bhool gaye sab kuch. Meri haath uski peeth pe, phir uske gol-matoal gaand pe chali gayi. Main neeche se usko apne paas khinch liya. Hum dono ek dusre ko choos rahe the jab andar se darwaza khula. Uncle torch leke bahar aaye. Bhabhi jaldi se alag ho gayi aur andar chali gayi.
Raat ko Bhabhi ka video call aaya. Woh bed pe leti thi. Kiss ke baare mein baat hui toh maine kaha, “Bhabhi, poora body kiss karna chahta hoon.” Woh hansi aur boli, “Video mein dekh sakte ho.” Thodi si sharm ke baad usne apne kapde utare. Uski gori body dekhkar mera lund khada ho gaya. Maine bhi apna dikha diya. Woh excited ho gayi aur boli, “Control karo… abhi nahi.” Uske baad main bathroom mein release karke so gaya.
Agli subah lunch ke liye gaya. Bhabhi ne darwaza band karte hi mujhe rok diya, “Shhh… andar hain.” Lekin uski aankhon mein wohi bhook thi. Shaam ko Lakshmi puja thi. Main traditional kurta pehenke gaya. Puja ke baad Bhabhi ne kitchen mein bulaya aur gaal pe kiss kiya, “Kurte mein bahut handsome lag rahe ho.” Usne red saree pehni thi – bilkul meri pasand ki. Usne bataya uncle-aunty raat ko der se aayenge.
Jab woh dono chale gaye, ghar mein sirf hum dono the. Bahar patakhe phoot rahe the. Bhabhi ne muskurate hue kitchen mein khadi thi, peeth meri taraf. Uski kamar patli aur gaand gol-matoal… bilkul W shape. Main peeche se chipak gaya aur apna sakht lund uski gaand pe ragad diya.
“Arre… laddu chahiye kya?” woh hansi. “Tu hi mera laddu hai aaj,” maine kaha aur usko aur tight pakad liya.
Usne mujhe jalebi khilayi, maine uske lips choome. Phir blouse ki dori kholi, bra utari. Uski ubhari hui chuchiyan, brown nipples… main unko choosne laga. Bhabhi sihkari aur mere baal khinchne lagi. Phir bedroom mein le gayi.
Wahan usne mera lund pakda aur muh mein le liya. Bahut expert thi – gehraai tak le jaati, choosti, aur upar dekhti. Maine condom laga liya (wohi wala packet). Usne saree upar kiya aur let gayi. Main uske upar chadha aur dheere se andar daal diya. Bahar patakhe phoot rahe the aur hum dono ek ho gaye the. Main neeche se dhakke marne laga, woh moan kar rahi thi, “Ahh… Arjun… aur zor se…”
Pehli baar ke baad usne mujhe letaya aur upar baith gayi. Saree upar kiye hue woh apni chut se mera lund andar bahar kar rahi thi. Uski chuchiyan mere muh ke saamne thi – main choos raha tha. Woh jhad gayi aur main bhi.
Thodi der baad woh boli, “Condom nahi pasand toh… anal try kar sakte hain.” Maine hairaan hokar poocha. Usne bowl mein gulab jamun mash kiye aur boli, “Yeh lube kaam karega.” Usne apni gaand upar karke kholi. Main ne jamun ka ras andar daala aur dheere se andar dhakel diya. Bahut tight aur garam tha. Jamun ka mithaas aur uski gaand… main paglo gaya. Zor-zor se dhakke maare, uski gaand hilti rahi. Main andar hi jhad gaya.
Us raat ke baad hum dono ka affair full on chal gaya – ek saal se zyada. Kabhi uske ghar, kabhi mere flat mein. Risky tha lekin mazaa bhi utna hi tha.
Phir Priya Bhabhi ko visa mil gaya aur woh Germany chali gayi. Main udas ho gaya tha. Lekin maine padhai complete ki, job pakdi. Ek saal baad mummy-papa ne meri shaadi Neha se fix ki. Neha Priya Bhabhi jaisi hi thi – gori, curvy aur bahut hot.
Hamari pehli Diwali pe maine Neha ko red saree pehenne ko kaha. Us raat maine usko jamun khilaye, saree upar kiya aur pehle chut mein bina condom ke choda, phir uski gaand mein bhi. Neha ko sab bahut pasand aaya. Jab main usko “Sweet Bhabhi” bolta hoon toh woh aur garam ho jaati hai.
Priya Bhabhi ab videsh mein khush hai… lekin woh Diwali ki raatein aur uski red saree wali mithaas main kabhi nahi bhoolunga.
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