Chat leads to Sins

[Dreamer0410]

RC – thanks Bhabhi, mazaa aa gaya. You enjoyed

 

SD sends smileys.

 

RC – Kya mummay hain tere Bhabhi (what boobs Bhabhi!!)

 

SD – choos choos ke laal kar diya saale (you sucked them very hard)

 

RC – Meri Bhabhi hai hee itni sexy (my Bhabhi is so sexy – cant help it)

 

SD – shut up

 

RC – Bhabhi kaisa laga mera (how was mine)

 

SD – sends smileys

 

RC – Abhi toh uppar se pakda hai andar se kab pakdogi (you touched it over trousers when will you hold it fully)

 

SD – sends no no emoticons

 

RC- woh din bhi aayega (the day will come)

 

SD – sends smileys

 

RC – Jaan ghar chhod doon (should I drop you home)

 

SD – no no

 

RC – hmmmmm

 

RC – Bhabhi will come to your house in the evening, want to see you without bra.

 

SD – aaj nahin (not today)

 

RC – ok phir kal. But without bra

 

SD – dekhenge

 

The chats ended with a few kiss emoticons.

 

With nothing else to do, I finished my work and left for the day. On way back home, was thinking of how to kick out this RC and capture my Didi. Anything that had to happen was to happen in these 15 days only.

 

As didi reached home Guddi installed the software at first given opportunity and I was given an update.

 

At night I had a video chat with Guddi making her do many things for my viewing pleasure. She was smoking hot.

 

Some part of the night was spent with Mona Bhabhi increasing the cheapness level in our discussions and she was ripened for the final assault.

 

Then I went through the discussions of RC and SD, they were the routine nasty ones, only point of interest was them agreeing to meet again next day.

 

The next day at office was relatively easy so Vicky checked the messages.

 

RC – jaan

 

SD – Bhabhi hoon teri

 

RC – ok bhabhijaan

 

SD – rascal

 

RC – jaan, Wednesday Thursday, 2 din ka seminar hai, chalogi (two days seminar, will you go)

 

SD – Invite kahan hai (where is the invite)

 

RC – I have

 

SD – send it to me in my name

 

RC – Subah entry karke gaayab ho jaayenge and then will return for lunch and then again gone. (after registration can leave and then return for lunch)

 

RC – Aapka toh boss bhi jaa raha hai 3 din ki training pe (your boss is leaving for 3 days training)

 

SD – hmmm approval leti hoon (will take approval)

 

RC – Bhabhi aaj kab (what time today)

 

SD – Boss kal ja rahe hain, aaj bahut rush hai (boss leaving tomorrow, too much workload)

 

RC – sham ko milenge, ghar aaunga (will come home today evening)

 

SD – ok

 

Vicky too managed to get the invite for the same conference and took permission to join. 

 

In the meantime there was more action on the whatsapp

 

RC – Bhabhi jaan

 

SD – bolo

 

RC – ruka nahin jaa raha (unable to hold)

 

SD – Toilet ho aao (freshen up)

 

RC- Bhabhi jaan, aao milo na abhi (meet now)

 

SD – no

 

RC – jaan kal no bra (tomorrow no bra)

 

SD – marwaaoge (you will get me killed)

 

RC – main hotel mein room le raha hoon (am taking a room in same hotel)

 

SD – hmmmmm

 

RC – Bhabhi kal choosogi (will you suck tomorrow)

 

SD – no

 

RC – chuswaogi (will you let me suck)

 

SD – ha ha ha

 

SD –shaam ko aa rahe ho (coming in evening)

 

RC – haan jaan

 

RC – yaad rahe no bra

 

SD – Guddi hogi ghar pe

 

RC – uska bhi utarwa dena (ask her to remove as well) ha ha ha

 

SD – shut up

 

SD – ok boss is calling got to go

 

Vicky shares the messages with Guddi and tells Guddi what to do.

 

Suddenly he sees activity on Whatsapp alerts.

 

RC – jaan white blouse pahen na without bra

 

SD – Guddi at home

 

RC – I don’t care. Kar na (do it)

 

SD – hmmm

 

RC – tum dekhti jaao, aaj Guddi ke saamne dabaunga tere jism ko (you wait and see, will play with your body in front of Guddi)

 

SD – badi himmat aa gayi (seem you have guts today)

 

RC – wait and see

 

In the meanwhile Guddi gets a call from Vicky and the plan is altered slightly.

 

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Guddi wears something sexy.

 

RC comes and his eyes widen seeing Guddi in a camisole and a caprice.

 

G – Hi Chachu

 

RC – Hi Guddi, looking great

 

G – Thanks chachu

 

RC – Bhabhi kahan hain (where is Bhabhi)

 

G - kitchen

 

And Guddi leaves for her room, lecher RC keeps on seeing her swaying ass and then adjusts his cock and move towards his Bhabhi jaan in kitchen.

 

RC- hi Bhabhi (and hugs her from behind) His hands go directly to her coveted boobs and she tries to wriggle out

 

SD – Guddi ghar pe hai (Guddi at home)

 

RC – Apne room mein hai (in her room)

 

SD – mat kar

 

RC – yummy boobs Bhabhi, thanks for not wearing bra

 

SD – chhod ab

 

RC – ruk meri jaan

 

All the while, Guddi was shooting the erotic scene.

 

SD pushes him out and he goes first towards the drawing room and sees Guddi’s bedroom from there, she is stretching her arms and pushing her boobs and ass outwards, what a sight it was. RC couldn’t control himself and went to her room.

 

RC – Aur guddi kya chal raha hai (whats new)

 

G – Usual chachu

 

RC – you are blossoming into a very beautiful woman

 

G – Thank you Chaachu

 

RC – Wish I was a few years younger

 

Guddi giggles and RC makes a mistake of opening his arms to hug her. Guddi went to him and RC thought he had netted her and he has his arms all over her back. Suddenly Guddi shouts

 

G – Chachu ye kya kar rahe ho (what are you doing)

 

RC – maine maine kya kiya (what did I do) (he stammered due to fear)

 

In the meantime even SD had to rush to the room and given reputation of RC she understood and made him leave there and then.

 

Before making him leave, she thought it would be a very good cover.

 

SD  - Sharam nahin aati tumhe aisa karte hue (Are you not ashamed of doing such a thing)

 

RC -  Bhabhi Bhabhi….

 

SD : Dafaa ho jaa (get lost)

 

RC – Meri baat toh suno (atleast listen to me)

 

SD – Get lost

 

SD was seething in anger.

 

Guddi briefed her maamu jaanu. Maamu jaanu smiled.

 

As he was expecting RC would reach out to SD, the same thing happened.

 

RC – Bhabhi jaan

 

SD – don’t call me that

 

RC – Bhabhi jaan suno toh sahi (atleast listen to me)

 

SD – No

 

RC – sab aapki wajah se hua (it all happened due to you)

 

SD – meri wajah se?? (cause of me)

 

RC – meri jaan, tum se chipakne ke baad, mera hatiyaar tight tha, jab guddi ko ek simple sa hug kiya, she felt it (after hugging you, my tool was still tight and she felt while hugging her)

 

SD – mujhe hee badnaam karo (you blame me)

 

RC – Jaan tune toh diwana kar rakkha hai, tere mumme koi door se dekhle toh tight ho jaaye, main toh dabaa raha tha (you have made me mad, if someone sees ur boobs from distance, he will be hard, I was playing with them)

 

SD now smiles and writes : only boobs

 

RC- teri gaand toh kaatil hai (your ass is a killer)

 

SD – chup saale

 

RC – kal aur parson khoob maze karenge (will enjoy to the fullest in next two days)

 

SD – hmmmmm

 

RC – jaan

 

SD – hmmmm

 

RC – ek baar soch mera hatiyaar tere mummo ke beech hai aur tu mummo se dabaa rahi hai (think you are boob fucking my tool)

 

SD – hmmmmm aaahhh

 

Likewise the chat continued for quite some time.

 

So the next day, SD is dressed to kill wearing a wide and deep cut blouse from front and a sexy designer saree offering acres of skin for viewing pleasure to anyone who cared.

 

G – Mom aaj toh kayamat lag rahi ho (looking awesome)

 

SD – Ab itne bade hotel mein conference hai toh dhang se tayaar hona chahiye (the conference is in a big hotel, should be dressed accordingly)

 

G – Mom aaj toh sab aapko dekhenge (all will stare you)

 

SD – chup (shut up) and she smiles.

 

SD reaches the spot and takes ola cab. The driver was taking ample time to drive the car and was adjusting his mirror to point at Didi’s boobs. She noticed it and smiled and didn’t bother to adjust the pallu of saree which had moved slightly bringing a divine 3.5 inch cleavage to view.  Didi was a DD cup.

 

She got dropped mid way to the desAnjution and was picked up by a waiting RC.

 

His eyes were ready to pop out from the sockets.

 

RC – kya maal lag rahi ho Bhabhi (looking a babe)

 

SD – thanks

 

RC – abhi chad jaaun (want to mount you now)

 

SD – Gaadi chalao chup chap (drive silently)

 

In busy Delhi office time traffic, he put his hand on Didi’s blouse and massages her boobs. Didi smiles.

 

RC – Jaan pallu hataa de, jo dekhe usko dekhne de tere boobs (remove pallu, let lucky ones see you like this)

 

SD – smiles

 

And then the pallu goes to her lap. Some young guys on bikes on her left couldn’t believe their luck and for next 4-5 km she got a bike escort. One enterprising chap even knocked on window and indicated with hands what was her rate.  Didi laughed a lot.

 

Then directions changed but Didi kept on getting the escort on her side only the guys changed. And then they drove to the hotel for the Conference and pallu was back in its place.

 

Vicky too had reached well before time and was standing at a vantage position to keep an eye on every visitor.  Then he saw SD and RC coming in. They completed the registration formalities, picked up the delegate kit and went inside the main hall and sat on the corner seats. As the First Session started, they quietly moved out with RC going first and SD following. Vicky was alert and he too followed them.  They got into the car and went to a theatre which used to show adult movies during morning hours. It was in heart of Delhi.  Not too far from the venue either.

 

They bought ticket and went in, SD was giggling like a teenage girl on her first date and RC was acting like a proud owner of a Rolls Royce. Well Vicky’s Didi was one hell of a possession to have.