Pujita Bhabhi Part – 1

Pujita Mann, my Puji bhabhi. Whenever I share her stories with my friends they always say that I am lying or Puji bhabhi is a fictional character. But what they fail to understand is fictional stories are predictable- simple, but reality will always surprise you with new experiences. This woman Pujita Mann, I don’t know her, she doesn’t know me, but I am a stalker, a very good one. It was a year ago that I learned that this woman was cheating on her husband and so I followed her, just for curiosity. She must have a secret lover or two, max! If she is the slutty kind, I thought. But more I learned about her adventures, less I would have believed they were real had I not seen them with my own eyes.

‘Puji Bhabhi’, that’s what her fuck buddies like to call her. She has a two-year-old son who stays with her father-in-law all day while she is outside busy earning favors from guys in return for sex. To describe her in words of my friend who has tasted her sweet body,
“She has a caramel like light-brown flawless skin. Brown eyes and same colour are her nips. I have felt her sweet cheeks that I kiss and her dark pink lips that I like to rub before smooching them, then slide over my hand pass her short neck then to her big milk filled breasts with hard straw-like nipples that I would love to suck on my entire life; going further down feeling her slightly fat belly wrinkles, move my hand behind feeling her curvy back going right to her bit saggy butt cupping them firmly to pull them apart in order to lick her sweet pussy that tastes like heaven. One thing I like about her is that she keeps her pussy shaved, at all times!”

When he described her to me the first time, I was disappointed thinking she’s chubby, old and out of shape woman, that’s when he argued that,
“If she had a hot model like body, she wouldn’t be easy. But she’s cute.”
That is true, plus she dresses so simple, just her regular saris, no ornaments whatsoever except for her mangal sutra, proof of her being married. Looking at her, no one would think this woman has slept with so many men that if she stands for election, she will definitely win. But to convince you I need a story and a story is what I have, the first time I saw beloved Puji bhabhi cheating on her husband.

It was a Sunday afternoon; her husband was home along with her baby boy and father-in-law. After having lunch while rest of the family went to sleep, Puji bhabhi stepped out of the house with her purse. She was wearing a plain thin fabric orange sari, which was somewhat transparent if seen closely. She was in a hurry as she called someone while rushing down the staircase and to the main gate of the society. She was wearing a low-cut blouse underneath her sari. I could see her jiggling cleavage as she walked past me. Getting out of the gate she turned left and continued to follow the road side. I stayed on the other side of the wall trying to hear what she was saying on the phone, surprisingly in English.

“… I know it’s a Sunday else I wouldn’t have called. On any other day even my neighbour Kashi is willing to sleep with me… Be ready I’m coming.” She said before getting into an auto-rickshaw. Quickly I jumped over the wall and followed her on my bike. About 15 minutes later the auto stopped outside a bungalow. Paying him she walked out in a hurry.
“Madam chutta dena (give change).” He said handing back her note. Taking it back she took out a smaller note and handed him.
“Dus rupiya kam hai. (Pay more ten rupees.)”, he said extending his right hand for money. Now she was getting irritated and was about to release her anger on him. That’s what I expected, but what happened was unexpected, beyond my imagination. Pujita Mann, a wife, and a mother, simply pulled his hand and gave a kiss on his lips.

“Khush(happy)?” she said smiling at him and while he was still frozen in his seat, Puji bhabhi walked away jiggling her eager butt. Seeing her approach the gate, the watchman saluted her with a mischievous smile and let her go without a word and picked up the phone to make a call. Walking inside for a minute she rang the doorbell. Another woman also dressed in a sari attended the door and welcomed her in as if she knew Pujita very well.

I was disappointed as I was going to miss all the action, but to my surprise, ten minutes later, I heard a woman’s voice calling out someone, “Prem! Prem!…” The sound was coming from the back of the house. Going around the compound I saw a man sitting in the garden, 100×100 meters long grass patch beautifully created at the back of their house. Seeing two women standing at the back door, this man named Prem walked close to them. I stood as close as possible to hear what they were saying,

“Prem, this is my friend, Sujita Mann.” She said pointing at Suji standing next to her and then, “This is my husband.” She added. The man greeted her by joining hands as if they were meeting for the first time. Done with the pleasantries the wife spoke,

“She has ordered sweet dish Gaajar ka halwa, about five kilos…”
“So do you want me to get something from the market?” He said eager to leave but then she stopped him.

“No. I have everything I need. Can you just give her company? Perhaps show her our garden.” She said slightly pushing Suji forward.

“But…but…” he hesitated as if he was trying to avoid some grave danger.
“No buts, my sweet hubby. Please do it for me.” She said. Meanwhile, Puji was staring at him with lustful eyes, steady and looking straight into his eyes. “I’ll be done in an hour or two.” She said then turning around to get back to the kitchen. While the couple was conversing, Puji walked and stood next to Prem. The moment the wife’s eyes were off her husband, Puji naughtily cupped his butt over the kurta pyjamas he was wearing. Suddenly with a shock, Prem shook her off,

“But wait!” he said running inside the house behind her wife.
Puji stayed outside and started looking around, perhaps looking for any stalking eyes. Lucky for me the compound wall was high enough for me to hide but not too high to restrict me from peeping inside. Once ensuring the perimeter was clear she said out loud to herself,
“Doing here, out in the garden, that’s a first.”

Then subtly she pulled up her sari and revealing her bare legs and then pulled off her sexy black panty she was wearing underneath. The curtain fell as fast as it rose, so I didn’t get a clear view of her rose just above her thighs. Then rolling her panty she stuffed it into her purse and started walking along the compound wall towards the bushes and trees. A couple of minutes later, Prem walked out shivering with fear. Prem knew Puji’s character very well and what she is willing to do when desperate for sex.

“Couldn’t you wait till evening? I would have made an excuse for going for a walk and we could have met at the hotel, as usual.” He said in soft tone ensuring his wife wasn’t looking. Fortunately, Prem’s wife was busy cooking and the kitchen window opened at the front of the house.
“Don’t worry. She didn’t catch us the last twenty-ish times we ‘met’ and she won’t find out now. I have guests coming at my place in the evening…” she said grabbing his hand and sliding it inside her sari’s lower, “… and you know I can’t wait till tomorrow once I get excited.”
“Who is coming? It’s your devar (husband’s brother) Viru, right?” he said as if he knew him very well and Puji’s expressions said his guess was correct. “Why can’t you fraternize with him?” Puji expressed disgust hinting that she would never have sex with her husband’s brother.
“Don’t give me that look.” He said, “I know how close you two are. There’s a reason why you are called Puji ‘bhabhi’ (brother’s wife). ”
She then spoke, “It’s my naughty devar who got me warmed up in first place when he called today morning. I was in the kitchen but he was in the bathroom when he called. First he got my pussy moist with his sex talk and once I was excited to know he was coming, he said that he was coming with his family…”

She then guided his fingers inside her pussy that was getting squeezed as she walked saying, “…you know I need you. Please don’t turn me down.”

I have an extremely strong imagination so I started picturing myself with Pujita bhabhi instead of that silly old man. All of a sudden I felt wetness on my fingers that were shoved deep in her warm moist pussy.
“Alright, let’s do it, but where?” I asked.

“Let me take you.” She said softly as she stuffed her hand in my pajamas to grab my now erect dick. She held firmly with her soft but experienced palm around the shaft while teasing my dick head with her thumb. In an instant, I got harder and larger as she pulled me behind the bushes.
“Let’s be done before your wife comes out and catches us.” I know she wasn’t talking to me but the thought of being caught by my wife while having sex with another woman got me even more excited. Without any other word she pulled down my pajama and started sucking on my dick. She licked my dick first; tasting the pre-cum and then pulling the skin behind with her mouth she swallowed it entirely. I was high as if on drugs when she started giving be a blowjob. My dick was going to explode in her mouth in seconds but somehow I controlled myself as this was just the starter I had booked her for a full course. So, not caring about my clothes, I lied down on the grass getting her on top of me in 69. While she was still blowing me, I slowly pulled up her sari’s lower feeling her soft legs with my hands. Like in the drama as the curtain slowly rises, I pulled her sari up slowly to build excitement. Once fully up her, naked shaved pussy was just inches away from me. I couldn’t help but give it a kiss.

“The first body part of a woman, I thought I would kiss was her lips, but here the situation is different.” I thought, being a kiss virgin too. But then I convinced saying, “Pussy is called vertical lips, so I guess I got what I wished for.”

After a couple of kisses, I took a dive shoving my tongue inside her vagina, as deep as possible. Doing all sorts of tongue aerobatics I got her excited. But the faster I went, Puji managed to match with my rhythm. Soon my dick started twitching when she said,

“Oh no, Not in here.” And then she took a turn to look at my face. Then guiding my dick with her hand she stuffed it inside a pussy. For a pussy that has been fucked so many times, I imagined it to be tight, squeezing my dick uniformly all around. Quickly I held her hands for balance as she started jumping up and down.

“Finally I am getting to fuck.” Is what I thought which is why it took to be a while to realize that Puji was heavy and her weight was hitting my hips hard. So, subtly hinting her without words I told her to lean forward as I started unbuttoning her blouse followed by her front hook bra. In a minute her huge bare breasts were in front of me as I squeezed the nipples had before cupping her boobs. Then as she rested her chest on my hands her weight got shifted removing the load over my hips. Then as her face got close to mine and her boobs getting pressed on my chest, I started thrusting her like an intimate lover.

Slow and steady I was fucking her pussy for a while until I decided to take control, turning her around; I rested on top of her and started thrusting faster. “No kisses now”, she hinted placing a finger on my lips, as bhabhi was moaning with every thrust. Ensuring no one hears her I placed my hand on her mouth as if I was forcing her into sex. As a matter of fact, that is how she liked. I could tell seeing she was enjoying even more as she played with her breasts. This continued for another five minutes until a thought hit me.

I am young, but the old man fucking her must be doing a lot of crunching abs exercise at his age of about 40-50. This stupid thought pulled me out of imagination as they initiated a lip-lock. Their eyes were shut, shift the nose to the side, their lips were squeezed tightly together. Based on their movement there was also some tongue action.
“This simple hot kiss would be enough to make me cum.” I thought as I was masturbating seeing them have sex out in open.

Suddenly my gaze shifted as I saw a maali (gardener) watering the plants, is fast approaching them. To them, this is a danger but for me, things were getting even more exciting. While they were busy fucking like a desperate newlywed during their suhaagraat the maali was watering the nearby plants with a pressurized water hose.
“That idiot maali was going to spoil the situation, but, where’s the fun if a couple having sex don’t get caught. Building on that they both are married to different people.”

The maali was close to those fucking perverts and so was I close to climax, when finally I came out loud on the wall shouting, “Aaaaaaaa…h!”

Puji-Prem went in shock, triggered by my scream and fuelled by the water the maali accidentally poured onto them.

“Ramu kaka, Stop!” he yelled as both stood up in the condition as they were. Instantly that old gray-haired weak man covered his eyes with his hands but I swear he was peeking through his fingers as he saw his maalik (owner) and a maal (a slutty woman in this case) getting dressed.
Though Prem knew that his servant won’t say anything, but they didn’t have any logical explanation as an why both are soaking wet in muddy water and why there is an erection under his thin fabric pyjama. As fear grew over both of them, Prem showed her way out of his bungalow through the back door and ran inside the house to change. Meanwhile my slutty Puji bhabhi ran to the road, where surprisingly the previous one auto-rickshaw driver waited. She instantly got in and he drove her away.

What I saw was a pleasure for my eyes and my right hand was sufficient for my dick. While their ‘Sex in the Garden’ didn’t have a successful end, I had my happy ending. BUT… Considering Pujita Mann’s character, the story isn’t over yet.

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