Hi, I am Savage-Boy-28. Just recently I turned 28. I live in Mumbai. I am a venture capitalist and a freelancer share market investor.
This story goes back 2 years. I was 26 back then. My family was trying to find me a suitable wife. Little did they know that I was already in a relationship for quite a while, and had plans to make her my life partner.
The girl was Rishta from Pune. We spoke on the phone and decided to meet before our parents did. This meant me visiting Pune and staying at Vishal bro’s home at Koregaon park in Pune. Vishal owned a lavish 4 BHK there. I was getting more excited to meet my brother’s wife Tisha for the first time after his marriage 4 years back.
Vishal bro always used to visit me in Mumbai and stay at my place for a couple of days, before heading back to Pune. He used to work at an IT company in Pune. He was the CTO of the firm. That meant long working hours, lots of responsibility, and spending more time at work than at home.
Even after coming home, he used to bring work home with him, giving less time to Tisha (information that I found out later). Vishal bro and Tisha bhabhi had fallen in love in their college days. They had got married against their parent’s will as Tisha’s parents were unwilling to have their daughter married outside their caste.
Visit 1, Day one:
I drove to Pune, with the GPS positioned straight at bro’s home. Vishal bro was at work. I was greeted by my brother’s wife Tisha bhabhi. She was fucking tall, fair, and beautiful. She was in her lounge pants and shirt. We greeted each other with a normal welcome hug and kiss to the cheek. I went inside and was redirected to my room.
I was impressed by how good both of them had pulled off in just a few years, judging them by seeing their home at first and later on by talking to Tisha.
Tisha bhabhi, 27 years back then, was a part-time Un-academy teacher and part-time share market investor too, which was a common ground for both of us.
Vishal bro trusted Tisha to invest all his hard-earned money along with hers. And trust me when I say she was good when it came to investing. I am a part-time investor too and had only gotten about 12-15% returns on my investments but she on the other hand pulled in about 22% which I had found out later.
Height and intelligence in a girl always give me a hard-on. Tisha had both and her reverse bob cut complimented her personality.
I freshened up, came outside, and sat with Tisha for a while. We talked about shares and mutual funds and how Vishal bro and she were doing well in their lives.
I had something to eat. I then headed out for a few client meetings that I had. I came back in the evening and we had a few drinks – Tisha Vishal and I.
There was chilled-out music, good food, and nice booze. Saamarangeentha, nazareacche, aur hum sab jawaan. We talked about everything under the sky.
Brother went to sleep saying he had to head for work early the next morning. Tisha was talking, or maybe it was the few drinks that she had, that was talking. I found out that she was looking for attention, not from me, but overall in her life. I also found out that Vishal bro was busier in his work than with his family.
I had no bad thoughts at first. I was just feeling like to be more supportive towards Tisha. A few more drinks and we had let go of all formality.
We spoke about what we actually felt about life. We stayed up late. While we were getting up to leave for our respective rooms, there was an awkward hug followed by a silence, and gazing into each other’s eyes not knowing what to do.
The next day I had to see that girl that I had come to see in the first place.
Visit one, Day two:
The next morning when we woke up, Vishal bro had already left for work. I and Trisha greeted each other with, “Good Morning.”
I was still continuing with that awkward look followed by silence. Finally, we broke the silence over breakfast and talked about a lot of stuff. Then I headed out to meet that girl. We met at a mall. Trust me, there was nothing fancy there. She was good-looking and all but lacked opinion and intelligence.
So, we just had a coffee talk for a while and we are on our way. I was supposed to meet her once again before I left for Mumbai but I did not feel like it.
I went back to bro’s house. We all had dinner and slept. Nothing much happened that day.
Visit one, Day three:
I had to go back to Mumbai, so I woke up early spoke to Vishal bro, and said our goodbyes. Vishal brother then left for work. Then I and Tisha sat for breakfast once again with that same awkward unspoken silence. This never usually happens with me. This kind of awkward silence is almost never there.
I don’t know what was going on except that I was sympathetic towards her and her eyes were looking at me from the point of wanting attention.
I had to leave. We said our goodbyes. Formally, leaving so many things unspoken, not knowing when the next time we were going to meet. I came back home to Mumbai.
I had told my parents that I did not find a girl up to my mark and told them not to pursue this relationship any further. But, they were really adamant that we should meet some more to get to know each other better.
I kept thinking about Tisha in the meanwhile. After about a month, I was back in Pune – this time only for a two-day work-related visit. I stayed at Bro’s home.
I was greeted by bro and Bhabhi. Bhabi greeted me with the same ice-expression that she had greeted me with the last time I had left. I had to do something. I had to break the silence.
We had breakfast and bro headed to work. We had all day to ourselves. I asked her what the matter was? She was angry with me that I had not called her back after the last time I had left.
I apologized. I told her that I had thought many times of calling her but never did. She understood. We talked a lot that day, which helped break that awkward silence.
My brother’s wife told me everything about her life. I knew that she wanted more from me. We were sitting across the table talking. I acted boldly and just did what her eyes were continuously asking me to do.
I got up from my seat, stood her up too, and gently leaning forward planted a soft kiss on her lips. With both our eyes closed, she tilted her head towards one side, came forward, and kissed me. It was surreal.
We sat down, looking in each other’s eyes, not knowing anything outside each other’s worlds. We got talking. She started crying. She was not really the crying type I had figured earlier but now she did.
We both were guilty. We knew we had crossed our boundaries. She told me how sadness had gripped her in these recent months. She knew she wanted more from life but didn’t know what exactly. She spoke about Vishal bro and his dedication to work, all this time never disrespecting him.
I knew she felt like everything she was doing was about him and she wanted to do more for herself.
We leaned on each other and gripped each other by the waist, kissed, then broke the kiss, looking down in guilt.
There was no coming back from this. We kissed again and this time, never stopping. Our heartbeats were rising, our breathing increasing.
For the first time, I felt her boobs. I removed her shirt, kissed her hands, kissed her boobs over the bra, then sniffed her armpits, as if I had sniffed an intoxicating substance.
A shiver was running down my spine. We kissed again. I was running my fingers on her back. Knowing that feather-like caressing feeling which I supposed she had felt before too.
Tisha was now sitting on my lap with her legs crossed behind my back. It was all soft and gentle movements. She was now a little bit hesitant and following my cue.
I started to unbutton myself. She helped too and gave me a naughty smile. I now gripped her hard, lifted her up, her legs still gripping me from behind, and took her to the master bedroom, to put her there gently.
She pulled the sheets over her. I slowly took off my pants and got into the bed with her. I was looking at her, both of us smiling.
We both knew what’s about to happen next. We were both lying facing each other. We resumed the kiss. The room was cold, but we were both feeling each other’s warmth.
The door-bell was ringing, but we did not give a damn. Inside the sheets, I started to caress her all over. I kissed her navel, chills running down her spine too now.
Her back was arched, only her waist and head were touching down. I drew my hand across her from behind and slowly turned her.
I sat on her buttocks and caressed her back. She was moaning slightly. I bent down and kissed her ear, all the muscles flexed. I turned her again, pulled down her pants and her panties.
I went down on her and saw the most beautiful, shaved, pink pussy lips that I have ever seen. Her juices were dripping. I played with her labia, teasing her slightly.
I was putting my tongue in her slit. Her one hand was pulling my hair back firmly and her other hand was holding and pulling the bedsheet.
I did my magic for quite a while there. She eventually shuddered and came, with every muscle in her body clenched. She might even have plucked some of my hair off in that intense moment.
Both of us were lying in silence for a while, then she came on top of me and pulled down my undu, (my circumcised dick), the hardest it has ever been pulled.
She bent over my penis and made a circle on my glans with her tongue and ate it like a lollipop, a little inexperienced she seemed with blowjobs. I came, however.
My bhabhi dimmed the lights and pumped the A/c further. We lay down looking at the ceiling, careless, my tool limp from the last activity. The ceiling had tiny star-lights. We kept gazing at them, content at the sight.
Tisha was lying facing me, caressing my chest hair. The room smelled sweet and sweaty. We talked as if we were in love and know each other for a long time.
My brother’s wife held my tool and tapped it as if she was putting a baby to sleep, instead it sprung in action, ready for more. She came on top of me, kissed me, my tool rubbing against her slit, her juices falling and dripping over my balls.
I slowly lay her down in missionary, and guided my tool in the right direction, and gave a deep thrust. Although she was so wet, it only went half inside. She held her breath and asked me to go slow.
I gave slight to and fro thrusts and then it was completely in. She let out a huge moan. I could see from her face that she was happy with the unexplored territories being navigated.
I started to move gently and catch my rhythm. She was going mad. I stopped and asked her if she was in pain? She told me not to stop.
I increased my pace and she was also moving back and forth to match my thrusts. We were in heaven, sweating like pigs, and fucking like horses.
Tisha moved on top of me and enjoyed it even further. I felt her shuddering as she orgasmed. Her vagina clasped my tool forming a tight grip. She lay her head on my chest for a while and began to move again.
We changed position a few more times before I felt an orgasm building up in my balls. I told her, “I am about to cum.” I increased my speed.
Tisha started yelling, “Oh god, yes!! Yes!!! Please, please, please,” a few more thrusts later we both came at the same time.
Exhausted, she slept on me, both of us not having one single bit of energy to move a muscle, we had spent it all. I can not explain how beautiful that moment was.
Hundreds of things were running in our minds yet there was nothing to say to each other. Her face covered with her fancy dyed hair, still breathing heavily, trying to get a hold of her breath.
Tisha got up after a while and started walking away from the bed. Her ass was swaying perfectly, knowing that I am watching her. She looked back, teasingly smiled at me, and then got us some water.
We took a shower together. For that day we were each other’s lovers. I went back to Mumbai the next day, taking some of my life’s most beautiful memories with me.
We still meet and make love once in a while. She has now completely opened up to me and tells me everything that is going on in her life.
Thank you all for reading.
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