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A small recap: my brother got married, and I was not happy with this step. But one day everything changed when Saroj and I slept together in the absence of my brother. Now continue.
The positive pregnancy test had completely changed our lives. Saroj Bhabhi was carrying my child, while still living as my brother Rohan’s wife. Rohan arrived at his residence from Mumbai three days after the pregnancy test occurred.
As he entered the house, he embraced Saroj and kissed her forehead without knowing the current situation. The moment he stepped inside, he pulled Saroj into a tight hug and kissed her forehead. “I missed you so much, jaan,” he said warmly.
Saroj smiled and hugged him back, but her eyes met mine over his shoulder for a brief second. That familiar mix of guilt, fear, and lust passed between us.
“Welcome back, Bhaiya,” I said, forcing a casual smile as I hugged him.
That first night was unbearable. I lay awake in my room, listening to the faint sounds coming from their bedroom — the creaking of the bed, Saroj’s soft, suppressed moans. But it caused a physical reaction and intense jealousy to know that Rohan had intercourse with her while she carried my child.
At 2 AM, the phone vibrated with a message.
Saroj – He is asleep now, and you are in my thoughts constantly. Come to the terrace quietly. The door is open.
My heart beat rapidly as I climbed the stairs in silence – on the terrace, the environment is dark except for the light from the city in the distance. Saroj is by the wall plus she is wearing a black nightdress made of thin material that follows the shape of her body.
Her 34B breasts looked even fuller, her dark nipples clearly visible through the fabric. Her juicy 36-inch ass stretched the material beautifully.
“Eric… this is so dangerous,” she whispered as I pulled her into my arms.
“But you love the danger, don’t you?” And I responded – kissing her neck with intensity.
To continue, I moved her against the wall and knelt to lift her garment. She wasn’t wearing underwear. Her pussy is wet but also shiny. By using my tongue, I moved from the bottom of the opening to the enlarged clitoris with slow movements.
Then I used quick motions before I placed my lips on her clitoris to provide suction. I slid two thick fingers deep inside her and curled them while focusing my tongue on her most sensitive spot.
“Oh fuck… Eric… yes, jaan… just like that,” she moaned softly, gripping my hair tightly. Her thighs began to tremble. In this moment, her pelvic muscles contracted in a rhythmic pattern around my fingers. It was during those contractions that her body released warm fluid, and her limbs trembled.
To prevent a loud vocalisation, she bit down on her arm. By standing up, I removed my dick, which is 6 inches in length and has a notable thickness. I moved the glans along her vulva, which was wet with secretions. “I’m going to fuck my pregnant Bhabhi right here while your husband is sleeping downstairs.”
“Please… fuck me deep, baby,” she begged desperately.
I entered her in one smooth thrust from behind. Holding her hips, I fucked her with long, powerful strokes. One hand moved to her belly while the other squeezed her soft breast. Her juicy ass jiggled with every thrust. We changed positions — I sat on the old terrace chair and made her ride me facing me.
Saroj bounced on my cock, her heavy breasts right in front of my face. I sucked her dark nipples hard while she rode me faster.
“Baby… your cock feels so much better… so much deeper,” she moaned. “I’m going to cum again!”
Her second orgasm was intense. As I entered her, the vaginal walls exerted a firm pressure on my dick while her body continued to shake. For the next part, I positioned her over the parapet once more. I performed vigorous vaginal intercourse from behind.
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This continued until I reached ejaculation deep within her. Because of this, I discharged multiple streams of cum into her pussy while she was pregnant. With the act finished, we were both breathing at a rapid rate. The door to the terrace made a creaking sound as it opened.
“Saroj? Are you up here?” Rohan’s sleepy voice called out. Panic shot through us. My cock was still inside her, cum already leaking down her thigh. I quickly pulled out and hid behind the water tank. Saroj adjusted her nightie.
“I… I couldn’t sleep. The nausea is really bad tonight. I came for some fresh air,” she replied, her voice slightly shaky.
Rohan walked closer and hugged her from behind. “Come back to bed, darling. I’ll massage your back.”
I stayed hidden just a few feet away, watching as he led her downstairs. My heart was racing. That was too close.
The next few days turned into an addictive game of risk and pleasure. Rohan was working from home, so we had to steal moments whenever possible.
One afternoon, Rohan went out for a quick meeting. The moment his car left the gate, Saroj pulled me into their marital bedroom. “This feels so wrong… but I need you right now, Eric,” she whispered, removing her saree quickly.
On the bed where I placed her, I spent a significant duration performing oral sex on her pussy. By using long strokes and rapid movements of my tongue, I stimulated her until she experienced two orgasms. During the events, she spoke my name in a low moan.
After this, she moved to a position on top of me to perform reverse cowgirl intercourse. It is because of her movement that her large gluteal muscles shifted as she took my dick deep into her body. We switched to spooning. I fucked her from behind while holding her belly gently.
Later, I put her legs on my shoulders in deep missionary and pounded her hard.
“This pussy belongs to me now,” I growled.
“Yes, jaan… only yours… cum inside your pregnant Bhabhi,” she cried.
Her orgasm was powerful, and her back arched; her pussy spasmed wildly around my cock. I filled her with another big load just as we heard Rohan’s car entering the driveway. We barely managed to clean up and get dressed in time.
The closest call happened two nights later. Rohan had drunk a few beers and fallen asleep on the living room couch while watching cricket. Saroj quietly signalled me. We slipped into the guest bathroom.
Under the dim light, I lifted her onto the sink and fucked her standing. Her legs wrapped around my waist as I thrust deep and slow at first, then faster. The sound of our bodies meeting was masked by the running tap. She cum hard, biting my shoulder to stay silent.
We were so lost in pleasure that we didn’t notice Rohan approaching until the doorknob rattled.
“Saroj? Why is the door locked?”
My cock was buried deep inside her. We froze. I covered her mouth gently and continued making small, deep movements.
“I’m… I’m on the toilet, stomach is upset,” she managed to reply, her voice trembling with pleasure.
“Okay, take your time,” Rohan said and walked away.
The moment he left, I fucked her furiously for a minute and cum hard, flooding her pussy again. The thrill of almost getting caught made both of us cum more intensely than usual.
That same night, after Rohan went to the bedroom, Saroj came to my room around midnight wearing just a loose t-shirt with nothing underneath.
“I told him my nausea is very bad tonight and that I’ll sleep in the guest room,” she whispered with a naughty smile. “We have a few hours.”
We made love for a long time. Starting slow and emotional in missionary position with deep kissing and me gently caressing her belly. Then we became wild and switched to intense doggy style, cowgirl, where she rode me passionately, and even stood against the wall near the door.
“Eric… I love you… ” But I’m so scared about the future,” she confessed while I was deep inside her in a spooning position.
“I love you too, jaan. We’ll find a way,” I whispered, filling her once more.
As we lay naked, tangled in each other’s arms, my hand resting on her belly, we suddenly heard footsteps right outside my door.
“Saroj? Eric? Is everything okay in there?” Rohan’s voice called softly.
My heart stopped. Saroj’s eyes widened in pure terror. We were both completely naked, my fresh cum still leaking from her pussy onto the sheets.
To be continued.
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