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By   September 21, 2017
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Kiran came from a very simple, conservative family in Anand in Gujrat. She was married to Pravin Dalal. Pravin’s family was very reputed in Mumbai stock market circle. So here is my┬áhouse wife sex story –


The Dalal family had bought a 3 story apartment building in Goregaon. The ground floor belonged to Pravin’s father and the flats on upper floors belonged to Pravin and his brothers each. Pravin was given the third floor.

Though they had separate flats, the entire family cooked and ate their meals together in their parents’ flats. The Dalal family, though lived in modern city like Mumbai, still followed many old rituals. Women had to wear Saree and cover their head in front of seniors in the household.

Men usually worked and women took care of household. Senior Dalal was now retired and he and his wife spent more time in their ancestral home in Vapi and lesser time, especially festival time, in Mumbai.

But even when they were not in Mumbai, Pravin’s eldest brother made sure that family rituals were followed. Kiran took no time to settle down in her in-laws house after marriage. The culture was similar to her maternal home. She and Pravin had gone to Kulu Manali for honeymoon.

Since talking about sex was a taboo in their families, both of them were uneducated in sex and struggled to have a painless intercourse. It was just when they seemed to learn the basic art of sex, honeymoon was over.

After the couple returned to Mumbai, their routine life started. Pravin and his brothers would leave home at 8:00 in the morning and return at 9:00 at night. Kiran would get out of the bed at 5:30 in the morning and join other women on the ground floor to prepare the breakfast

and lunch for the men. After the men went home, the ladies would get back to their flats to do the daily chores and take much needed afternoon naps. The dinner preparations would start at 7:00 and by 10:30 at night, ladies would find time to retire in their bedrooms.

It would be an overstatement to say that Pravin and Kiran had a great sex life. Kiran got pregnant soon after their honeymoon and had gone to her parents’ place for the delivery and postpartum care. After she returned, caring for baby was one more added responsibility for her.

By the time, she would get to the bed, she used to be tired. Pravin’s mood in bed depended on the way stock market moved. If the sensex was up and he had made decent bounty at work, Pravin cared less about Kiran’s mood.

He would just drag Kiran in his arms and undress her, play with her breasts and shove his penis inside her vagina and relieve himself, and then get off of her and lay besides her. Within few minutes he would start snoring.

When sensex was down, he would just go to sleep. Kiran never required TV or newspapers to find out how the stock market performed. It was about seven years since their marriage. Now, their son had started going to school.

In past few years, Kiran had learned to use the computer and internet. In the afternoon when she had a relaxed time, she would log onto the Yahoo messenger and chat with other internet users. She also got introduced to cybersex.

Kiran often spent time indulging into self stimulation while chatting on net. She had 2-3 male friends with whom she also did a webcam chat without revealing her face. In no time did Kiran become addicted to cyber sex followed by masturbation.

It was one of the summer holidays when Senior Mr. Dalal and his wife had come to Mumbai. They were accompanied by Veeru, a 19 year old young boy. Veeru’s father worked in Mr. Dalal’s household in Vapi. Mr. Dalal tried to educate Veeru, but did not succeed.

Although he did not do well in education, Veeru was a hard worker and very reliable. Mr. Dalal thought Veeru would be a big help for his growing family in Mumbai. Veeru was given the unused servant room on third floor. The room was self contained with attached small bathroom.

Veeru had been the big help for the ladies. Veeru would spend the daytime brooming and wiping the floor of all the flats. During afternoon, he would put the washed clothes to dry for every flat. In the evening, he would help the ladies with dinner preparations and at nights,

he would wash the utensils and get back to his room. Everyone in the household adored Veeru and they treated him very good. It was 11 in the morning of one Tuesday. Kiran had just finished a very naughty chat with her male chat friend.

She shut down the computer. She removed all her clothes and threw them in the washing machine and went to the bathroom to take shower. She was still thinking about the hot chat she had and in those thoughts, she forgot to shut the bathroom door.

The cool sprinkles of the shower sent currents through her body. The naughty thoughts still lingered in her mind and she started playing with her breasts in the shower. Her back was facing the bathroom entrance. Kiran was indulged in self stimulation.

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She also started massaging her clitoris. The shower was cooling her hot body. When Kiran was busy in the bathroom pleasing herself, Veeru entered her flat as usual to do the brooming. He was surprised to hear the noise of shower.

Since it was not Kiran’s usual time of shower, he thought that Kiran left the water on and hence he headed towards the bathroom. The bathroom door was half shut. Without realizing that Kiran was inside, Veeru pushed the door.

Kiran’s reflexes acted upon hearing the door’s cracking sound and she turned around and screamed seeing Veeru. Veeru froze right there, his jaw dropped, in disbelief of what he was seeing in front of him. Kiran’s wet breasts with erect nipples had caught his attention.

Kiran’s hand was still on her genital area. Veeru came to the senses within two seconds and he murmured “Sorry babhi” and he rushed out of the bathroom and stood in the balcony. He was shaking due to the shock.

Inside the bathroom, Kiran sat on the bathroom stool. She too was breathing heavily. After her breathing normalized, Kiran realized that she had forgotten to bring her new pair of clothes in the bathroom. She had also forgotten to bring her bath towel

since she had entered the bathroom with naughty thoughts going in her mind. Now, with Veeru still being in the flat, she couldn’t even come out of bathroom. She stood behind the bathroom door and called out for Veeru. “Veeru, give me my bath towel”.

She had to repeat twice before Veeru understood and said “Ji Bhabhi I am bringing it”. Veeru gave her the towel through a small gap created by half-shut bathroom door. Kaya’s smooth, wet hand touched Veeru’s. That touch sent shivers through Veeru’s body.

After taking the towel, Kiran asked Veeru to go out of the bedroom and shut the door behind him. Veeru could not forget the incident whole rest of the day. The wet nude image of Kiran Bhabhi lingered in his mind which gave him erection.