A Rainy Day Romance With A Marathi Bhabhi

Hello friends, this is Samir from Prabhadevi, Mumbai. I am 32-year-old and work in an MNC. This story is of a recent incident that happened between me and the wife of the landlord of the place. I stay with my roommate in a 2 BHK rented apartment, separate bedrooms for each one of us.

Let’s get to the story which started when I was house hunting about six months ago. I came across my current place posted on the website by the person who used to occupy my room. I came to the house and liked the place instantly, a spacious bedroom with attached bath is a luxury in Mumbai for that price.

I gave my consent and I was told I had to meet the owner. I had to go see him to pay token money immediately to confirm otherwise others had also contacted for the same vacancy. The owner lived on the 8th floor while our flat in on the 6th floor. The owner asked me to wait at his place.

He would reach in 10 minutes. I went up to his flat and the heroine of this story opened the door. A typical Marathi lady in her late thirties wearing a saree with her pallu pushed into the exposed waist area. She opened the door and her hands were covered with wheat flour and she was sweating a bit.

She asked me what I wanted in a rude way. As if I had done the worst mistake of my life disturbing her in the midst of her dinner preparation. I explained and she invited me inside. She asked me to watch TV and rushed to the kitchen. I observed her from the back while she marched to the kitchen.

She was 36-32-34 (confirmed later) a typical Maharashtrian housewife. The kitchen was visible from the hall and I had an eye on her activities. She was busy and once glanced at me to see if I was watching her. It was July and was drizzling a bit. Hence the landlord took about 30 minutes to reach.

I wasn’t complaining as I was getting comfortable with the view. The landlord came. We discussed the terms and finalized by paying a 5k token. The rest money to be followed the next day. The bank account given to transfer the rent and deposit belonged to Rashmika (landlord’s wife).

The landlord shared Rashmika’ s number as well. In case if I face any difficulty with the account. He would be at work the next day and may not be able to entertain the calls. I was happy as he also formally introduced me to Rashmika, she was smiling now considering that I was gonna pay.

She was showing some basic courtesy. They had a small girl (8-year-old) who had gone for the tuition at that time. 2 weeks later, I moved into the apartment. While shifting going up and down in the lift 6/7 times gave me an opportunity to bump into Rashmika. She was going to drop her kid to the school bus.

On the way back, she stopped at the 6th floor to see if everything is okay. There were a few things in the flat that belonged to the owner. She was wearing a light pink saree with her saree pleats exposing her navel and belly area. It is a huge turn on for me. I was happy to invite her inside.

She glanced at my things and was delighted to see Amazon Echo Plus playing songs. I had given an order for Alexa to pause when she entered. She had heard about it but never witnessed. I asked her to give an order to Alexa and play her favorite song.

It was DDLJ song – ‘Tujhe dekha toh yeh jaana Sanam’. It played at low volume while we chatted. She enquired about my background, workplace, etc. and she mentioned noticing my bullet downstairs. She left as the song completed. She asked me not to hesitate to call/message her for any help.

It was a clear sign. But I wasn’t and wanted to be 100% sure before taking any bold step. I looked her up online on Facebook/Insta but couldn’t find her profile. A month passed and we kept bumping each other randomly in the lift and usual hi/hello types and nothing more.

But the more I saw her the more I was getting attracted. I started timing my morning office going time to her going down to drop her kid to the school bus. She noticed this and I was trying to be friendly with the kid (Sameeksha), a sweet kid. In no time I was giving hi5 to the kid every day.

I received goodbye kisses, much to the amusement of Rashmika. This went on almost every day except the days I traveled for work. Sameeksha missed me as told by Rashmika next day. A few days I purposely timed my entry when Rashmika was coming up after dropping the kid.

I was getting off the lift, she mentioned Sameeksha missed me today. I later found out who missed me. In the second month, before transferring the rent I purposely called Rashmika from my cell. I had transferred the rent but there was some issue with the account number and if she could confirm back.

She took the call and there was a long pause. Probably she never expected me to call and had forgotten I had her number. I had called in the afternoon and knew she would be alone at home. We spoke awkwardly but neither of us wanted to disconnect after the bank work was done.

This time I asked about her background. She is a BCom and was working in a private firm and had to quit after marriage. Her husband is a very conservative family man. I purposely encouraged her to start working, fully knowing it was her weak point and she would get emotional.

I wanted her to know that I understand. I told her she can consider me her friend. She mentioned she only has 4 friends who are girls from school/college and no other friend circle. She was happy I called her my friend. Next day, I received a WhatsApp message from her if I could call her when I am free.

I was in a meeting then and wanted to get out to call her but didn’t want to show excitement and desperate behavior. The afternoon calls for about 15-20 minutes post-lunch slowly became routine. After almost 2/3 months and we were just talking. We weren’t getting anywhere, and I wanted her badly.

One day I was returning from the office on my bike. I noticed Rashmika at a bus stop at Worli Naka. I saw she was alone and stopped and gave her a shout. She was delighted to see me and came near me on the road. On enquiring, she had gone to her mothers as her father was unwell.

I asked to drop her. She said someone might notice, I told her I will drop her a little away, she reluctantly agreed. She always wears a saree and sat sideways holding my shoulder. But she had to take support by leaning on me to balance and I could feel her right breasts slightly.

I took her hand on my shoulder and put it on my chest on the next signal. She said thank you and tapped me on my chest. Now I could feel her whole right breast on my back. She kept talking about her mother. The ride from Prabhadevi to Worli is short, just a little slower these days due to metro work. I was in no hurry.

I dropped her a little away from the building and went ahead. She sent a kissing smiley in the night. She asked me to not respond to the message as her husband might see. That was the start of our chatting journey. Chats increased and we started knowing each other more.

I used to tease her a lot. On one of the phone calls in the afternoon, she enquired if I had a girlfriend. That was my cue like I had read on ISS a lot, I said no and said I wish you were my girlfriend. That was my pickup line and she laughed a lot. She said there is no one like this.

I said yes I agree I wish I had come in her life before. That day we spoke for about an hour. I kept throwing pickup lines on her. But she was holding on to her side and not letting me in beyond a point. A few days later, while I was getting ready for work, it started raining heavily.

I decided to skip work and take it easy that day. I messaged my boss and informed about working from home. I worked until 11.30 am and then slept off. At around 1.30 I got a missed call and it was Rashmika. I told her I am at home and didn’t go to work.

She asked the reason and I purposely said I had a fever last night. She was worried and asked me how I was feeling. I said ok not great. She said she is coming to my flat, enquired if my roommate is at work. I should leave the door open so that she could sneak in.

She entered after 10 minutes with food (chapati and sabzi). I said I am feeling better. She came near and checked my forehead. She felt it was warm and I should eat and take rest. I was blushing and she was too. I closed the bedroom door and came near her took her hands and kissed them.

She was taken aback but didn’t pull away from her hands. I gave a peck on her cheeks. She closed her eyes as I pulled her in my arms. My one hand on her waist holding her close and another hand on her bare back. Those 36C boobs crushing on my chest and we kissed for a long time.

I started to undrape her saree. Starting with the dropping of her pallu and running hands all over her belly, to hips to bareback. It was pouring outside, and the temperature was heating inside the room. We kissed again and again like a new couple who have been longing for each other for a long time.

She removed my t-shirt and started biting my shoulder, neck, cheeks and kissing again with a naughty smile. I removed her saree and blouse and petticoat. She was resisting for the sake and wanted me to force myself on her. She removed my pants. We both were just in our undergarment.

I picked her in my arms with her legs around my waist. I sat on the bed and dug my head in between one of the most beautiful pair of boobs ever. Her hands were roaming in my hair. Pushing the head deep into her boobs letting out a load moan every time I bit her.

The nipples were erect and were amazing to lick, light bite and suck. After some time, she lay back. I licked her all over from her neck to boobs to belly and she was wet down there. She made me lay back and started playing with my hard dick. Her soft hands were doing the trick.

That amazing feeling when she slowly slid the skin back and forth slowly. Blood rushed through that part and I gave out a huge moan. She was handling my tool efficiently. She started licking it from the side and slowly took the huge one in her mouth.

She gave me an awesome blowjob and made me cum. I have never cum while getting a blowjob ever and that was a first. She said lying back opening her legs. “Ata control hot nahiye, yeh na ata ghal hyala and purna oli jhaliy.” (I can’t control now, please enter your dick in my wet pussy)

Those words in Marathi gave me the strength to get on top of her. I put the semi-hard dick inside her pussy. It slid in well and even in that semi-hard dick state the pussy was tight. My tool started getting harder as it had to drill in her pussy and the lubricant was perfect.

I started slowly and she matched her hip movement in a tandem manner. I was picking the pace with every single thrust. She kept matching and this went for a good 10-12 minutes. I was ready to cum. I pushed one huge with full force and released. She clung tightly to me and embraced me in her arms.

I lay there in the same position inside her and we both weren’t letting go. We continue to meet and make love whenever we get a chance, as we must be careful. Please send your comments on [email protected].