Savita had been married for three years, but the excitement in her marriage had died a long time ago. Her husband, Rajesh, was a good man, but he was always busy with work and rarely paid attention to her needs. She felt lonely and sexually frustrated most of the time.
Everything changed when Rajesh’s younger brother, Vikram, came to stay with them for a few months.
Vikram was only twenty-four, tall, and had a lean, athletic body. Unlike his serious older brother, he was playful and charming. From the very first day he arrived, Savita noticed the way he looked at her — not like a brother-in-law should look at his Bhabhi.
At first, she ignored it. But slowly, she started enjoying the attention.
One evening, Rajesh had to go out of town for work. Savita and Vikram were left alone in the house.
After dinner, they were sitting in the living room watching TV. Savita was wearing a simple nighty that hugged her curves. She could feel Vikram stealing glances at her breasts and thighs.
“You’ve become very beautiful after marriage, Bhabhi,” Vikram suddenly said.
Savita looked at him and smiled. “Is that so?”
He moved a little closer on the sofa. “Rajesh Bhaiya is very lucky… but I don’t think he knows how to handle a woman like you.”
Savita’s heart started beating faster. She knew she should stop this conversation, but she didn’t.
“What do you mean?” she asked softly.
Vikram looked directly into her eyes. “I mean… if I was your husband, I wouldn’t leave you alone like this. I would take care of you every night.”
The room suddenly felt very hot.
Savita didn’t say anything. She just kept looking at him. Vikram took this as a sign and slowly placed his hand on her thigh. When she didn’t stop him, he became bolder. His hand moved up and gently squeezed her soft flesh.
“Bhabhi…” he whispered.
Before she could think properly, Vikram leaned in and kissed her. Savita resisted for only a second before kissing him back. Years of frustration came pouring out as their kiss became deep and hungry.
Vikram didn’t waste any time. He pulled her nighty up and started kissing her neck and cleavage. Savita moaned softly as his hands roamed over her body. Within minutes, both of them were naked on the sofa.
Vikram entered her slowly at first, but soon he was fucking her hard and deep. Savita wrapped her legs around him and moaned loudly, something she had stopped doing with her husband long ago.
That night, Savita cheated on her husband with his own brother for the first time.
After that night, it became a regular thing. Whenever Rajesh was not home, Vikram would fuck Savita in different parts of the house — in the kitchen, in the bedroom, even in the bathroom. Savita had never felt so satisfied and alive.
She knew it was wrong. She knew it was taboo. But she couldn’t stop. Every time Vikram touched her, she forgot about everything else.
One day, while Rajesh was in the next room, Vikram quietly entered the kitchen where Savita was cooking. He came from behind and pressed his hard cock against her ass.
“Vikram, not now…” Savita whispered, but her body was already reacting.
“Just for a few minutes, Bhabhi,” he said while lifting her saree.
He bent her over the kitchen counter and entered her from behind. Savita bit her lip to stop herself from moaning too loudly while her husband was sitting in the living room watching TV.
This dangerous, secret affair with her Devar became the most exciting part of Savita’s life.
After that day in the kitchen, Savita and Vikram became much bolder.
They started finding opportunities whenever they could. Even when Rajesh was home, they would sneak around like teenagers. The danger of getting caught only made it more exciting for both of them.
One afternoon, Rajesh was taking a nap in the bedroom. Savita was in the living room folding clothes when Vikram walked in. He didn’t say anything. He just came behind her, pressed his body against hers, and started kissing her neck.
“Vikram… Bhaiya is sleeping in the next room,” Savita whispered, but she didn’t push him away.
“Then we have to be quiet,” Vikram said against her ear as his hands moved under her saree and squeezed her breasts.
Within minutes, he had bent her over the sofa and entered her from behind. Savita bit her own hand to stop herself from moaning while Vikram fucked her slowly and deeply. Every time the bed creaked in the bedroom, both of them froze for a second, then continued.
The fear of Rajesh waking up made Savita wetter than usual.
After that day, things escalated quickly.
Vikram started coming into Savita’s room at night when Rajesh was sleeping. He would quietly lock the door, wake her up, and fuck her on the same bed where she slept with her husband. Savita would cover her mouth with a pillow while Vikram pounded her, whispering dirty things in her ear.
“You’re such a bad Bhabhi,” he would say while fucking her. “Letting your Devar fuck you right next to your husband.”
Savita would only moan in response, too lost in pleasure to feel guilty.
One weekend, Rajesh had to go to the office for some urgent work on Saturday. He told Savita and Vikram that he would be back by evening.
The moment Rajesh left the house, Vikram didn’t waste any time. He grabbed Savita in the hallway and started kissing her aggressively.
“Today I’m going to fuck you properly, Bhabhi,” he said while removing her saree. “No rushing. No being quiet.”
He took her to the bedroom — the same bedroom she shared with Rajesh — and laid her down on the bed. For the first time, they had proper, long, passionate sex without any fear of getting caught immediately.
Vikram fucked her in different positions for almost an hour. He made her cum twice before finally finishing inside her. Savita lay on the bed completely satisfied, her body covered in sweat, while Vikram’s cum slowly leaked out of her pussy.
After that day, Savita stopped feeling guilty.
She started looking forward to every opportunity to be alone with Vikram. Sometimes she would even message him when Rajesh was not around, telling him to come home early.
Their affair continued like this for weeks.
One evening, Rajesh came home early from work and found Vikram and Savita sitting a little too close on the sofa. He didn’t suspect anything, but Savita noticed the way Vikram looked at her even when her husband was in the room.
Later that night, while Rajesh was in the bathroom, Vikram quickly grabbed Savita’s ass and whispered in her ear:
“I want to fuck you while Bhaiya is in the house tonight.”
Savita’s heart started beating fast.
She knew it was dangerous.
But instead of stopping him, she looked at Vikram and gave a small, nervous nod.
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