Dear readers, I hope you are all well. My name is Divya. I am 32 years old. I am married, and I have two children. My husband works as an accountant for a software company. I am a housewife. But I am not a typical housewife because six years ago I realised I should not depend on my husband, and I should take care of my needs myself. At that time, we had been married for one and a half years, and I had still not conceived. My husband used to work overtime every weekday and come home late after having drinks with his friends. We rarely had sex even though we slept together. Sometimes he would come home late after getting drunk and have sex with me, but that happened very rarely. I was bored, lonely and sexually unsatisfied. I began touching myself frequently. Cucumbers and carrots were satisfying, but I still missed having sex with a man. It was at this time my husband told me his friend was coming from his native place to look for a job in the city, and he will be staying with us till he gets a job. I told him it was a bad idea, but he lectured me about kindness and helpfulness. So, I didn’t want to talk about it anymore.
His friend’s name is Rishi. He didn’t look anything like I had expected. He was three years younger than me. He had a good, friendly personality. I liked him the moment I saw him. He was handsome, and he had a good smile with dimples on both his cheeks.
The first day with Rishi in the house was a Sunday. He had moved into one of the bedrooms in our 2BHK flat. My husband and he sat in the living room most of the day, talking and watching TV. I spent most of the day in the kitchen and in our bedroom.
The next day my husband and Rishi had breakfast together. After my husband went to work, Rishi and I talked about our families and our education. It was nice to talk to him. He had good manners, but his eyes were unintentionally looking at my breasts and belly. It didn’t worry me because I was used to men looking at me like that. Besides, I didn’t have the good habit of covering my belly and breasts properly with the saree.
Three days after Rishi moved in, he told us that he had secured an interview with a good company on the following day. We were happy for him.
The next day, he went to the interview and came back with the good news. He had got the job. He told us that after he gets his first salary, he will find accommodation and move out.
On Rishi’s first day at work, my husband and Rishi had breakfast together as usual. And they left home together. I missed Rishi on the first day, but as days passed, I got used to living alone.
Rishi came home at 6pm every day after work, and my husband was always late and drunk when he came home. I waited for Rishi because I liked talking with him. He had already started looking for accommodation for rent, but I didn’t want him to go. I didn’t know how to stop him from moving out.
One evening, about one week after Rishi had started working, my husband came home drunk as usual, but he was aggressive, and he was in the mood to have sex. He put his right arm around my waist and pulled me into the bedroom. I was excited to have sex after a long time. He pushed me on the bed. He began quickly removing his clothes. I lifted my saree and removed my panties. He climbed the bed, and he was quickly on top of me.
Sex was a little rough when my husband was drunk. He was fast, and his thrusts were powerful, fuelled by alcohol, but I liked it. I was under him, enjoying the moment as pleasure was building up. Every time he penetrated me, I was closer to climaxing. I turned my head to the left side and looked at the mirror. That’s when I saw Rishi’s reflection in the mirror. He was standing outside our room, watching us through the half-open door. He didn’t seem to realise I was seeing him in the mirror. The look on his face told me he was hungry for sex. Suddenly pleasure rushed through my body. I closed my eyes and climaxed. My husband collapsed on me. When I opened my eyes and looked at the mirror. Rishi had moved away from the door.
The next day morning Rishi was avoiding looking at me. My husband and Rishi had breakfast together and left home together. In the evening, I waited for Rishi. He came at 6pm, but he was not his usual self. He went to his room and came out fifteen minutes later than usual. I gave him snacks and tea. I sat down on the single sofa that was next to the three-seater sofa he was sitting on. I chatted with him, but he was not talking freely like he used to. So, I asked him, “What is wrong?”
He looked at me as if he was confused.
“You look disturbed,” I said.
“Bhabhi, I am just thinking about a project,” he said.
“I thought you were thinking about last night,” I said.
He looked at me scared and asked, “Last night, Bhabhi?”
“I know you were watching us having sex,” I said and smiled.
He looked at me, scared for a moment, and said, “I am so sorry. I heard sounds and came to check. Your bedroom door was open.”
“That’s okay. It’s not your mistake. Did it make you uncomfortable?”
Rishi nodded his head and said, “Little.”
“Why did you feel uncomfortable?” I asked.
“I realised I have to get married, but I am afraid I won’t find a beautiful woman like you,” he said and smiled.
I laughed and asked, “Do you think I am beautiful?”
“You are very beautiful,” he said.
I liked his compliment. I asked him, “Do you know that you are very handsome?”
“Are you joking?” he asked.
“No. I am not joking,” I said and continued, “Your dimples can make any woman like you. Tell me, how many women have fallen in love with you so far?”
“Not even one Bhabhi,” he said.
“Are you telling me you are a virgin?” I asked, surprised.
“I am a virgin, Bhabhi,” Rishi said.
“Have you at least kissed or touched a woman?” I asked.
“I have not kissed a woman. But I have shaken women’s hands,” he said.
“I didn’t mean touching by shaking hands. I have seen you looking at my breasts many times,” I said and asked, “Have you touched a woman’s breasts?”
“Sorry, Bhabhi. You are very beautiful. Sometimes I can’t resist looking at you,” he said.
“That’s okay. You are young. I understand. But you didn’t answer my question,” I said and smiled.
“I have not touched. I never had a girlfriend. I wish I could,” he said, sounding sad.
“Don’t be so sad,” I said and stood up. I went to him and sat down next to him.
He looked confused but excited. So, I asked, “Do you like my breasts?”
He smiled uncomfortably and said, “I couldn’t see properly, Bhabhi. It was always covered.”
I laughed and asked, “Do you want to see my breasts?”
He hesitated for a moment and said, “If it is okay with you.”
“It’s okay,” I said and felt a fluttery feeling in my stomach. I pulled down the saree’s pallu from my shoulder. I removed the hooks of my blouse and removed it. I removed my bra and looked at him. He was looking at my breasts with wide eyes. So, I asked, “Do you like my breasts?”
Gazing at my breasts, he said, “They are very beautiful, Bhabhi.”
My heart was racing, and I was getting wet. So, I said, “If you touch, I won’t tell anybody.”
He looked at me and smiled. I smiled at him, encouraging him to touch, but he was hesitant and shy. So, I held his hands and guided his hands to my breasts. The underside of his hands touched my breasts. My nipples poked into his palms. His fingers squeezed my breasts. I softly moaned with pleasure. He asked, “Can I suck, Bhabhi?”
I nodded my head and smiled. He took his hands off my breasts and bent down. He took the nipple of my left breast and began sucking. He sucked very hard sometimes. It hurt a bit, but I liked it, so I didn’t stop him. After a few minutes, he stopped sucking and moved to my right breast. He sucked the nipple of my right-side breast. I stroked his hair and massaged his scalp. I was very wet. I wanted to have sexual intercourse. I was hoping his penis was at least as big as my husband’s penis. So, I asked, “Do you want to remove your clothes?”
He stopped sucking and looked at me. He asked, “Here, Bhabhi?”
“Hmm…” I didn’t want to make the sofa dirty. So, I said, “Let’s go to my bedroom.”
Feeling excited, I went with him to the bedroom. I told him to remove his clothes and lie down on the bed. When he was removing his clothes, I lifted my saree and removed my panties.
When he was lying down on the bed, I saw his penis for the first time, and I became more excited because it was bigger than my husband’s penis. I wanted to kiss it and suck it, but I didn’t want to waste time. So, I held my saree up and climbed the bed. I stood astride him and knelt down on the mattress with my legs stretched wide and my knees next to each side of him. I lowered my bottom and felt his penis between my inner thighs. I adjusted my bottom and felt the tip of his penis in the opening of my vagina. I lowered my bottom, and his hard penis filled me up slowly till it was fully inside me. I sat on his thighs, feeling his penis pulse inside my vagina. It felt like it was alive inside me. It was thicker and longer than my husband’s penis.
I looked down at him. He was looking at me with anticipation. I understood him and smiled. He looked very handsome, and I felt very lucky. I wanted to give him the best experience of his life. I squeezed his penis inside my vagina and twisted my bottom. He touched my breasts and squeezed them. I lifted my bottom, letting his penis come half out of my vagina. Then I lowered my bottom and took his penis fully inside my vagina again. He moaned with pleasure. I wanted him to feel good, so I did it again and again. I did it faster and faster till his penis jerked inside me. I knew he was about to cum, so I slowed down and moved my hips forward and backward, rubbing my clitoris fast on his crotch. Intense pleasure spread through my entire body, and I climaxed. At the same time, he ejaculated inside my vagina.
“I love you, Bhabhi,” he said.
I bent down and kissed his lips.
After we had sex for the first time, we became like lovers. I conceived after two weeks. My husband requested him to stay with us to help me. So, he stayed with us, and we had sex every weekday after he returned from work. On the weekends we had sex whenever my husband was not at home. Everything was going well for a few months until my husband said his mother was coming home to take care of me.
Rishi moved out of our house before my mother-in-law came to our house. After I gave birth to our first child, I visited him in the evenings. I cooked, cleaned and had sex with him. I conceived again. We had a good relationship. But before I could give birth to our second child, he got a job abroad and went away. I missed him for a year until I met a couple of boyfriends from my college days. I also became friendly with handsome neighbours, relatives and friends who were attracted to me. I am happy, and that’s all that matters.