Adventures of Kunjbehari – Nayee Chachi Ki Suhag Raat

The month of February is also known in this village as the marriage month. Almost every year this month, the village Sultanpur would transform from the usual nice, quiet and un-eventful place to a carnival site. Many years back it was a series of coincidences that resulted in 6 marriages being held in the month of February. The 6 couples had prospered ever since and lived a happy, content and long life. Since then, people of Sultanpur had considered the month of February to be the most auspicious month to get married. Almost all marriages in the last 20 years had been planned to be held in the month of February.

Sultanpur was a small village that was one of the main producers of flowers in the region. A variety of flowers were grown here- Roses, Sunflower, Lilies. But most of all, Marigolds. During the marriage ceremonies, the villagers used these flowers abundantly for decorating their houses.

Like most other folks of the village, Kunjbehari also used to eagerly wait, all year long, for the month of February to come. “Abki farbary me kis kis ki shaadi ho rahi hai?” was the usual topic of discussion as the month approached.

As a kid, Kunjbehari loved the lights, colors and good foods that changed the mood of the village. As he reached his teens, he still loved the month, but now for the opportunity to see so many beautiful girls flocking the village in their best get-ups.

Kunjbehari is now 17 years of age. Ever since he had reached his puberty, he had been trying, unsuccessfully, to cope up with his hormonal changes. His interest in the opposite sex had over a period of time become an obsession. Whenever he used to come across a woman, all he could see were her boobs, bare waists, shape of her ass and sometimes knee height bare legs. In his mind, he always used to wonder how they looked, when they were released from the concealment of clothes.

He was fascinated by the various shapes and sizes in which they came. At home, he never could keep his eyes off his mother’s, sister’s, cousin’s and even their maid’s curvy figures. Outside home, every woman who went past him was subjected to the intense x-ray scan of his eyes. He had this uncontrollable urge to touch and feel these secretly preserved areas of sin.

It was this urge that resulted in him not being able to concentrate on anything else. Over the years, he had built his reputation of being a good-for-nothing and was normally ignored in all occasions and activities of the village.

– “Is saal saawan me gaon me mela lagne wala hai. Saara goan usi kaam me laga hua hai. Aas paas ke gaon se bahut saare log aayenge mele ko dekhne, bail-gaadi me. Govind ke ghar ke peeche badaa sa tabela ban raha hai. Uski saaf-safaai karne ke liye kisse chune?”. “Kunjbehari ko lagaa do.” “Nahi bhai, who usme bhi garbar kar dega”.

– “Arre bhai yeh Kunjbehari keh raha tha ki is saal ki cricket tournament me who bhi khele ga.” “Use boundary ke bahar ball pakarne ka kaam me laga do”.

Kunjbehari initially used to get angry and irritated at these comments. Slowly he got used to them and later still, accepted his inability in these matters and stopped participating in anything.

Alone and lonely, Kunjbehari stayed in his own world of fantasy and scanned the village for all opportunity to feast his eyes on the village girls. He knew the homes of all young girls. He also knew their hangouts, their routines of the day. His favorite place in the village was the pond where most of these girls used to come for a bath. He had a secret place behind some bushes, where he used to sit for hours, and from where he used to ogle on the semi naked and wet bodies of his village beauties.

Over the years, Kunjbehari had seen many of these young girls grow to become women and then get married off to different villages. He had also seen new young girls, who get married to men in his village, come and join the other village girls.

Kunjbehari had a special liking for these newly wedded girls. Whenever he used to see one, his mind created a mental picture of them getting fucked by their husbands. They always used to have a strange similar expression on their faces. An expression, which roughly was a mixture of satisfaction (from the new pleasures in their lives), shame and guilt. They always walked hanging their heads slightly low and wore lots of bangles, which was a symbol of them getting banged regularly.

Days, months and years were passing by and Kunjbehari’s desperation to get a taste of this forbidden pleasure started to grow intense. He knew, someday, he too would get married off to one such girl, but Kunjbehari could not wait that long. In his desperation, he started to take bold risks of occasionally touching the girls on various pretext.

On occasions he used to pretend to help his maid clean his room and accidentally brush through her legs. On other occasions, he used to pretend to slip and fall over girls while playing with them and accidentally touch their shoulders. Even while he schemed for these bold moves, he couldn’t muster the guts to actually touch any girl’s private parts so far.

Nevertheless, those were his moments of triumphs and he lived each day scheming newer ways to get physically close to all these village girls.

One day, Kunjbehari was wandering in the dusty village lanes. While he was passing by Mohan’s house, he heard Mohan’s father call him from inside the house. “Arre Kunjbehari, jara idhar to aayo”.

Kunjbehari liked Mohan’s house. Mohan was his childhood friend. As a kid he used come to this house quite regularly. He liked their poultry of ducks and used to spend a lot of time watching them. He went inside the house. “Ji chachaji”, he said.

“Arre beta. Sunn ne me aa raha hai ki tumhare chote chachu agle mahine gaon aa raha hai shaadi karne” Mohan’s father said.

This was news for Kunjbehari. He had no idea his father’s younger brother Chandan, who works in Delhi, is coming home next month. That too, for getting married.

“Ji, mujhe to pata nahi hai” Kunjbehari replied.

“Kya baat kar rahe ho! Saare gaon ko pata hai.” Mohan’s father realized, not only the village folks but his own family ignored Kunjbehari completely. He felt pity for him, “Koi baat nahin. Ab toh tumhare ghar me nayee chachi aayengi. Jao taiyariyaan karo” Mohan’s father tried to encourage him to change the topic.
“Ji, chachaji” Kunjbehari left Mohan’s house and ran straight back towards his house.

Chandan chacha is getting married. Marriages were occasions when Kunjbehari’s imagination ran wild. All the village girls used to take special effort to enhance their natural beauty through an array of colorful and attractive clothes, jewelries and make-ups. The x-ray of his eyes worked overtime scanning all the variety of boobs and asses presented together. Sometimes his eyes were helped by few adventurous women who dared to wear their cholis or blouses with a deep neck line. Not only him, most other village folks used to get excited whenever the marriage season arrived.

This time a marriage was happening at his own house. All the village beauties would be coming to his house. Kunjbehari’s excitement started to grow, imagining the possibilities.

While Kunjbehari approached his house, he sensed something strange. Why is the usual aura of excitement missing in his village this year? How come, he had not noticed the increased activities around his village when marriages were fixed? Families of brides and grooms usually started painting their houses, or started cleaning the area around their houses. This year the atmosphere seemed different.

After running for about 5 minutes, when he reached his home, the reason suddenly became clear to him. It is not February yet. It is November now. It is not the usual season for marriages in his village.

He ran straight to the terrace of his house, where he knew his younger sister Leela would be, playing with her friends. Leela was 2 years younger to him and the only one in the house, with whom Kunjbehari could talk without any hesitation.

“Leela, idhar aa” Kunjbehari called for her.

“Kya hua?” her sister replied reluctantly. She was too occupied in her game.

“Zaruri baat karni hai. Jaldi aa naa” Kunjbehari called her again.

Leela gave him an angry look and reluctantly left her playmates and went to him. “Kya hua?” she asked again.

“Chandan chacha aa rahe hai?” Kunjbehari asked. “Haan.” She replied. “Shadi karne?” he continued to probe. “Haan. Aur kuch?” she was getting irritated. Why was his brother asking her something that everyone knows? “Main jaa rahi hu” Leela did not wait for more stupid questions and left.

Kunjbehari had so many more questions to ask her but atleast the confirmation of the news of his uncle’s marriage was enough for the time being.

Over the next 2 weeks, by sometimes asking his mother, sometimes his sister, he came to know the details. His uncle worked for some insurance company in Delhi. His marriage was being planned for quite some time now. However, the marriage plans kept on getting postponed and sometimes broken as he was not able to manage leave during the month of February. Insurance business apparently was at its peak around February and he could never manage leave in that month. It was a well-paying job and Chandan chacha did not want to lose it. So, after a lot of deliberation, finally the family reluctantly decided to get the marriage fixed on some other month.

Chandan chacha arrived at the village 3 days before his wedding day. He had changed so much in appearance from the time Kunjbehari had last seen him. He had brought gifts, from the city, for everyone in the house and even had remembered to bring a small binocular for Kunjbehari. Kunjbehari had asked for it when he came home last time, 2 years back.

“Kyon chotu, ab to khus ho?” Chandan chacha had asked affectionately while giving it to him.

Kunjbehari was overjoyed with his gift. Not only because he hardly ever received any, but also because of its utility. Kunjbehari now carried his binocular with him all the time. He could now see the village beauties so much clearer while they took their bath.

He felt a deep sense of gratitude towards Chandan chacha. He made a mental vow to help and contribute in his marriage preparations as much as he could. Surprisingly, this time he was also given small responsibilities during the marriage preparations. He devoted himself completely in his petty responsibilities and considered it as a return gift to Chandan chacha.

The off-season marriage ceremony lacked the usual flair, as a lot of villagers had decided not to attend, fearing bad luck. However for Kunjbehari, it was the best occasion of his life so far. It seemed his new chachi’s family was full of ravishing beauties. There were so many of them. Sisters, Aunts, In-Laws etc. He had a field day scanning them all and making mental notes of their figures, which he planned to use later in his fantasies.

But the greatest beauty of them all was his new chachi. Her name was Madhurupa. Kunjbehari thought a name could not be more apt. Madhurupa – beauty sweet as honey. Her face was oval shaped and complemented her slim body perfectly. She had big dark brown eyes which were lined beautifully with kajal. She had a long thin nose that ended little over her full lips, painted Red in lipstick. Just below her lips on the left side she had a small black mole, the only spot on her otherwise flawless skin that seem to arrest your attention every time you looked at her.

But the feature that fascinated Kunjbehari most was her cheeks. She had a prominently cheek perfectly placed below her eyes. Kunjbehari was fascinated by the way they would swell and become Pink every time she smiled. Kunjbehari had never seen that with any other girl before. He understood her fair complexion resulted in the pinkness become more noticeable.

Her skin was extremely fair, the fairest the Kunjbehari had ever seen. A look at her bare waist and any man could ejaculate on his pants without any effort. In between the various rituals, Kunjbehari had the opportunity to see her navel once. A gasp of breath had escaped him, and it was only because of the mass gathering of people that he could take his eyes off.

As was the custom in his village, the bride and groom had their first Suhag Raat on the 3rd day after marriage. In between the bride and groom were kept separately in different rooms. It was believed to bring bad luck, if in these days, the two met each other. But the actual purpose was to intensify the desire of the couple so that they can have maximum pleasure when they finally meet 2 days later.

Kunjbehari did not know about Chandan chacha, but his own desires had rose to unprecedented levels. All he could do these 2 days was imagine his beautiful new chachi getting fucked. He had started staying at home more often hoping to see more of his chachi.

On the 2nd day, he accidentally saw his chachi come out from the small make-shift bathroom in their house. Her wet hair was hanging loosely around her shoulder. Some of them were also over her face.

Kunjbehari ran immediately towards the bathroom and locked himself in. He could smell the sweet scent of soap mixed with the body fragrance of his chachi. Very softly he called her name, “Madhurupa”. It was the first time he had called her name and it felt so nice. So far, even in his mind, he had referred to her as chachi, but now he decided he would call her by her name in his mind.

On the day of suhag raat, the whole house was busy decorating Chandan chacha’s room. It was cleaned thoroughly, furniture was slightly re-shuffled here-and-there, and of course the bed was decorated with lots of flowers. There was no shortage of flowers in the village.

After most of the decoration was over, Kunjbehari had secretly entered the room to have a better view of the bed on which his chachi was going to lose her virginity. He saw plenty of Rose petals scattered on the bed. The outline of the bed was almost covered completely with Marigold rings. The space below the bed was used to store lots of useless petty stuff and was craftily covered by hanging marigold rings. No one could make out what was under the bed unless one lifted the flower-curtain to peek inside. The whole room was filled with the sweet aroma of flowers.

Kunjbehari left the room happy and content that he got a good look at the bed. He made his way towards his own room and lied down on his bed. In his mind, he imagined how Chandan chacha would undress chachi. He had imagined it several time before, but this time he had the picture clearer in his head, now that he had actually been in the room.

As the night approached, Kunjbehari’s excitement began to grow. He went outside and saw some rituals being conducted with the newly married couple. They would be taken to their rooms in a few hours. Seeing his chachi, he could not control his wild desires any more.

An idea struck him. He knew it was extremely risky and dangerous, but he was not able to think straight at the moment. As the final rituals were over, the couple was taken for their dinner. The dinner area was arranged on the courtyard outside the house. Most of the family members went along with them.

Kunjbehari took this opportunity and quietly slipped inside Chandan chacha’s room. He made sure no one saw him and quickly hid himself under the bed. He could see lots of stuff haphazardly placed under the bed. He moved a few items to make place for him to lie down. He knew he could not be seen from outside unless someone moves the flower that concealed the area under the bed.

His heart was beating loudly as he waited with suppressed breath. He could hear various voices from outside the room and prayed no one comes inside or that no one searches for him.

Eventually the moment arrived. From the little spaces between the hanging flowers, he could see his chachi enter the room accompanied by his sisters and cousins. A wave of girly chatter and giggle filled the room. Kunjbehari could not breathe. What will happen if they know his presence here? What excuse could he possibly give, if he was caught?

For the duration of time his sisters were there in the room, he could hardly breathe. His heart was pounding from extreme fear. Finally his sisters left the room and he could breathe a little easy. For the next several moments he and his chachi were alone in the room. He could hear the occasional clutter of her bangles she chachi moved around her hands sitting on the bed above.

Chandan chacha entered the room little later. He closed the door and went around the room. Kunjbehari was not sure what he was doing. Probably he was checking the windows and making sure they were closed. He could hear Chandan chacha asking, “Paani piyogi tum?”

“Nahin” his chachi replied. Her voice sounded so sweet. Kunjbehari was not able to see his chacha as he was standing on the other side of the bed. He was too scared to move a muscle, fearing it may cause any sound. His heart was still pounding. Probably it was not a good idea after all.

He could hear Chandan chacha remove his heavy wedding dress and change into his more comfortable night dress. He switched off the bright tube light and turned on a very low powered blue bulb. The atmosphere of the room changed suddenly. Kunjbehari could almost hear his own heartbeat. The room seemed to go extremely quiet. He could hear only the rhythmic creaking of the ceiling fan above, which was revolving at a medium speed.

The room was now almost completely dark. The light coming from the small bulb did not have enough power to reach all over the room. Only the small area of the wall on which it was placed glowed in the dark.

He could hear Chandan chacha climb the bed. He could hear shuffling sounds over him as he pictured the couple making room for each other. He sensed Chandan chacha whisper something to chachi. He couldn’t make out what he said. Chachi gave a sweet giggling sound in reply. The couple kept on whispering to each other for quite some time after that. Occasionally Kunjbehari heard the clatters of his chachi’s bangles.

After some time, he could hear some shuffling sounds. He felt the couple on top shifting their positions. He tried to listen intently. He heard Chandan chacha say, “Madhu, tumhe baahon me lene ke liye tadap raha tha do dino se. Ab tumhe paas paa ke raahat mili.”

Chachi’s bangles were now making the cluttering sounds more frequently. Maybe she was running her hands over him. Kunjbehari had a strong urge to peep out and see what was happening above. He was still shaking with fear and excitement, but his desires overpowered him.

He slowly started crawling out from under the bed. He was moving his body very slowly, making sure there was absolutely no sound. After every move of his body he was taking a pause to listen to the muted noises coming from above making sure everything was normal.

Slowly he managed to nudge his head outside the flowers hanging from above. Keeping his body still, he slowly leaned over the bed. At first he could not see anything due to the darkness. He could only make out some shadows. He kept his head still for some time waiting for his eyes to get used to the darkness.

Gradually his vision was getting clearer. He could make out the outline of the bodies. He saw Madhu chachi lying on his side and Chandan chacha leaning over her and had one of this arms and legs over her. They were kissing each other and he could not see chachi’s face.

Madhu chachi was still wearing her clothes. However chacha had removed his shirt and was only in his pajamas. Kunjbehari saw his chachi’s sari pushed up to her knees by chacha’s legs and he got a glimpse of her long fair legs. Due to her milky white complexion, in such darkness also, Kunjbehari was able to get a good view of her legs.

Slowly Kunjbehari retreated back under the bed and relaxed for a moment. He thought he had seen the greatest sight of his life – the bare legs of her stunningly beautiful chachi. For some time, Kunjbehari laid still concentrating on the sounds above. The couple had stopped whispering and the only sounds that were now coming was of their clothes and chachi’s bangles.

Kunjbehari did not know how long he had waited. He was again longing to have another sight of the action. Again as earlier he slowly moved his head outside and peeped above. Again he was not able to make out anything initially. He decided to concentrate on the spot where he had seen chachi’s bare legs earlier. He was sure, he would be able to make out her milky white legs in the dark.

He was right. Without much effort he was able to locate her white legs. From the position of her legs he could make out that chachi had now turned towards Chandan chacha and was now lying on her side. Her back was now towards him.

Slowly he started following her legs up. He could now see beyond her knees. He could now see her thighs. He kept on following her legs up. His heart almost jumped up his throat when he reached the end of her legs. It was completely bare. Her sari was pushed all the way up her waist.

“Arre baap re!” he thought in his mind. “Yeh to chachi ka gaand hai!” He was able to see his chachi’s ass now. He could clearly see the outline of what looked to be the perfect round ass. She was facing chacha and one of her legs was placed over him. She was making small movements with her body and Kunjbehari could notice her ass move in the dark.

He saw his chacha’s hands placed over her hips and exploring the area starting from her waist, hips and all the way down to her ass. As he saw his chacha’s hands touch that beautiful round ass, a gasp of breath escape Kunjbehari.

He was suddenly aware of the small sound that his gasp produced. He quickly retreated back to under the bed. He was suddenly very scared. Did they hear the sound? He began to panic and started to pray intensely to almighty to save him this time.

“Hey bhagwan. Is baar bacha lo. Aur upar nahi jaaunga. Yahin pe leta rahunga puri raat. Hey bhagwan” he began chanting in his mind.

He tried to listen intently for any change in sound on the bed above. All he could hear with the hypnotic sound of ceiling fan. Maybe he was panicking unnecessarily. Maybe everything was normal. But he decided he would not take any more risk. He had seen enough. He can spend the rest of his life on the sight of her chachi’s ass. He closed his eyes and remembered the scene. He was pleased that he could clearly see her ass in his mind.

He lay still for a long time afterwards, repeatedly remembering her ass. Gradually again his lust overpowered him and he decided to give himself one more chance. One last chance.

The sounds from above have now changed significantly. He could now hear the occasional creaking of the bed above. He again slid out and ever so slowly peeped over the bed.

Without wasting time, trying to see through the dark, he used his previous strategy of following Madhu chachi’s legs. He located her legs in the dark without much difficulty. Again from the position of her legs he could understand that she was lying on her back this time. Her legs seemed to be spread. He quickly followed her legs up.

After passing the knees, thighs he reached her hips. He was trying to see her ass. But since she was lying on her back, he could not see them. He kept on following her body up. Her milky complexion was like a guiding light in the dark. He could see her belly area. He understood that she was no more wearing her sari, and was naked waist-down. He kept on following her body up.

He held his breath as he reached her boobs. They were bare as well. That means chachi was completely naked!

For quite some time, he was mesmerized by the sight of her boobs. They were like white pearl mountains. On top the mountain, he could make out the dark nipples. The mountains were not still, they kept on moving up and down with the rhythm of her breath.

Kunjbehari suddenly realized, “Arre, chacha kaha gaye?” He was sure, chacha had not left the bed. He again started scanning the bed. It was an effort to take his eyes off chachi’s boobs, but he had to make sure his chacha is not in a position to see him. After considerable searching, he could see the shadow of his chacha lying low down on her.

He leaned a little more outside and strained to see what he was doing. Again following the shadow of his chacha he could make out that chacha had dug his head between chachi’s legs. He could hear suppressed moaning sounds escape chachi occasionally.

“Chacha choos rahe hai” Kunjbehari though in his mind. “Chacha chachi ka ras choos rahe hai.”

Kunjbehari’s dick was on full erection for quite some time now. He thought he would ejaculate any moment. He was surprised. He had not touched his dick all this time, fearing rubbing sound.

He took a deep breath to steady himself, but as is usual on the verge of climax, his adrenaline was on full flow. He decided to take little more risk and pushed his body little more out from under the bed. He now leaned over the bed little more. He knew his chacha would not be able to see him as he is busy sucking chachi’s nectar.

His head was now over the level of the bed. He leaned on the bed to get a better view of chachi’s boobs. They were so close to his eyes. He could now clearly see both the boobs. He even sensed he could smell the sweet fragrance coming from chachi’s body.

Chachi had her hands on her head. She was pulling her own hair from the pleasure that chacha was giving her down there. Kunjbehari could see her armpits sparsely sprinkled with hair.

Kunjbehari gulped down the saliva that had accumulated in his mouth. He could feel the light air circulated by the fan above hit his face. He had not realized that he had been sweating under the bed for so long.

Kunjbehari’s desires had crossed all limits. He could see the woman of his fantasies lying completely naked in front of him, unaware of his presence. As if, he was invisible.

In a moment of ecstasy, he could feel all his blood rush to his head and cloud his thinking. He slowly lifted his hands and reached for one of chachi’s boobs. For a moment, he was not thinking what he was doing. His desires had completely taken control of his body.

He reached for the boob near to him and placed his palm on it. He felt electricity run through his body. Before he knew anything, chachi had removed one of her hands and grabbed his palms and pressed them hard on her boobs.

“Ohh ji, Aah ji, main pagal ho rahin hu” she was moaning.

Kunjbehari’s palm was sandwiched between his chachi’s boobs and her hands. She was making his palms press her boobs. He realized, chachi was thinking it was chacha’s hand. He did not waste any time and started pressing the boobs. It was first time in his life, since puberty, that he knew how a boob felt.

“Yeh kis cheez se bana hai, bhagwan? Itna naram! Iske andar kya hai?” even Kunjbehari’s thought were not under his control as he continued to feel the soft boob in his hand. Madhu chachi was unmindful of the fact that while her husband was busy below, someone else was grabbing her boob.

His whole body was shaking and he felt a wave rising inside him. He started squeezing the boob hard. He felt his dick growing more and more and he felt it would grow out of his skin now. With a violent jerk of this lower body, he felt he ejaculated in his pants. It was moment of pure bliss, as he kept on pressing her boob and enjoyed the ecstasy inside his own body.

After a while, when he felt he had emptied his semen, his mind began to clear. Seeing his hands on chachi’s boobs, he realized the audacity of his action. He was feeling sick with fear now. He thought he is going to get caught any moment now.

Thankfully chachi had removed her hands from her boob and he slowly lifter his palms from them. He very slowly shifted back under the bed and felt his dick for the first time in the entire night.

His pants were wet with the sticky fluid. He lay still for quite some time before a thought stuck him. How is he going to get out of the room? A fresh wave of panic engulfed him. He started making several plans, but none seemed feasible.

He could hear the bed now screeching more loudly. He was in two minds again whether to see what’s happening above. He was quite sure his chacha is now fucking Madhu chachi.

“Zindagi me aisa mauka aur nahi milega” he said to himself. He was sure, it was his night today and decided to a chance again.

This time he did not just move his head out, but slowly crawled out his entire body from under the bed. While crawling, he made sure he stayed at the edge of the bed. Slowly he reached the lower end of the bed. According to his calculations, it was the safest angle to peep from.

He got on his knees and slowly he lifted his body. The bed was now level with his shoulders. His eyes had by now got completely adjusted to the darkness and he could clearly see what was happening on the bed.

Chandan chacha was on top of Madhu chachi and madly pumping his dick inside her. Chachi had her legs wrapped around him and Kunjbehari could clearly see the dick move in and out of her.

With his mouth open with awe, Kunjbehari saw the scene. The woman whom he had been fantasizing for the last 2 days was being fucked right in front of her.
Chandan chacha was now moaning loudly. His speed had reached epic proportions. The bed threatened to give-in any moment. Kunjbehari saw his chacha grab chachi ass with both his hands, raise his upper body and gave a loud and final grunt. With the grunt Kunjbehari saw the movements of his hips slow down and gradually stop completely.

Kunjbehari lowered his body, but could not take his eyes completely off them. The bed was now level with his eyes. He saw his chacha flop down over chachi and after staying like that for some time rolled over and laid down on his side of the bed.

Chachi’s cunt was now clearly visible to Kunjbehari. “Kya toofan jhela chachi ki choot ne, baap re!” Kunjbehari thought.

He waited for some time for both of them to fall asleep. Few minutes later, he could hear his chacha snore. He knew he was in deep sleep, especially after the kind of fuck he just had. But he was not sure if chachi also was asleep.

He couldn’t wait any longer and slowly stood up on his feet. In front of him laid, completely naked and exhausted, bodies of his chacha and chachi after having a long suhag raat.

He was not able to take his eyes of the naked body of his chachi. Her body was gleaming with the mixture of her own and chacha’s sweat. She still had her legs spread. Her head was casually tilted to one end and her boobs continued their up and down motion in rhythm of her breath.

Slowly Kunjbehari approached the bed from chachi’s side. He leaned over her pussy to get a clearer view. He could see Rose petals sticking everywhere. On her pubic hair, on her pussy lips, on her thighs, everywhere.

Slowly he moved his hands towards her pussy and touched one Rose petal over her pubic hair. He kept on looking towards her face from time to time to see if there are any movements. None. Relieved, he picked the Rose petal and placed near his nose. It had the most wonderful fragrance he had ever smelled.

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He smelled the petal for some time. Then he placed the petal in his mouth and started sucking it. It tasted heavenly. Next he picked up the petal sticking on her vagina. It tasted even better. Next he noticed there was one petal that was stuck in between her pussy lips.

He leaned even more and very carefully pulled the Rose petal out of her vagina. The sight of the petal coming out of her pussy was making him wild. He pulled it as slowly as possible to enjoy the scene more. Then he placed it in him mouth and relished its taste.

He was standing by her naked body for quite some time when he saw his chacha move a little on bed. He quickly moved towards the dark side of the room and hid himself beside the cupboard.

Chacha got out of his bed and put his pajamas on. He then placed the sari lying on the bed over his wife’s body and went towards the door. He needed to go out to pee.

Kunjbehari could not thank almighty enough for this opportunity to get out of the room. After Chandan chacha left, he slowly went towards the door.
Before leaving the room, he turned around for one more look at his beautiful chachi.

“Madhu, mai yeh raat zindagi bhar nahin bhulunga” was his last thoughts before he left the room.

— The End —

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