17-12-2023, 01:51 PM
Chapter 2
New place new home
Soon after Rohan bhaiya and Tara bhabhi returned from their honeymoon trip to Seychelles, I accompanied them to Mumbai. Rohan bhaiya had already purchased a posh 3 BHK apartment in uptown South Mumbai, one of the most costliest places not just in the country, but in the world. Well, if I got a girl half as sexy as Tara bhabhi and half the cash, I would've done the same thing. Of course, taking nothing away from Rohan bhaiya, he really loved Tara bhabhi. But again, who wouldn't. She's out of this world.
Let me give you a brief description of our house. First of all, it was a three-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment in the swankiest area of South Mumbai. The living room was spacious and comfortable, with plush couches and a large television mounted on the wall. There was a dining table adjacent to the kitchen, where Tara bhabhi would usually sit and watch TV while I cook delicious meals. The master bedroom was luxurious, with a king-size bed and a walk-in closet.
The second bedroom served as Tara's study and personal space, while the third bedroom was reserved for guests. The living room was tastefully decorated with art pieces and plush furnishings, providing a cozy atmosphere. Large windows overlooked the bustling cityscape, offering stunning views of the skyline. The apartment block also featured a rooftop terrace with a swimming pool, perfect for relaxation and entertainment.
Settling down in the city in a new home took a while, but I made sure Rohan bhaiya and Tara bhabhi didn't have to worry about anything. I cleaned the house, arranged the furniture based on Rohan bhaiya's orders and visited the local market to procure everyday essentials. After all, Mrs. Gupta wanted me here for a reason and I was a loyal servant.
That night, after completing all the daily chores, I went to bed, contemplating my fate and hoping things would be better soon. I woke up early the next morning with renewed vigor and started preparing breakfast for Rohan bhaiya and Tara bhabhi. I quickly sliced some bread and placed it on the table alongside scrambled eggs.
While waiting for Rohan bhaiya and Tara bhabhi to come downstairs, I decided to look outside the window and admire the beautiful view of the city.
It was truly breathtaking, with skyscbangrs reaching for the sky and lights twinkling everywhere. Suddenly Tara bhabhi and Rohan bhaiya come downstairs and sit on dinning table started eating hurriedly then Tara bhabhi said " relax Rohan eat slowly you still have plenty of time to reach office" then Rohan bhaiya said " I know that Tara but I don't want to be late on first day of job due to some unforeseen circumstance"
Well today is day when Rohan bhaiya starts his new job, as Managing Director of 'Eco Footwear', a major footwear company that specialised in manufacturing low-cost economical unisex footwear. According to our tradition, the first day of a job is especially auspicious, so Tara bhabhi and I made sure we got up on time to prepare a mithai (Indian sweet) that Rohan bhaiya would taste before stepping out. Well, call us old-fashioned, but that's who we are.
From my limited knowledge, I knew that Tara bhabhi didn't want to be a stay-at-home wife. Of course, being a gentleman, Rohan bhaiya offered her the liberty to do what she wanted. But again, finding a job in the city was a challenge in itself and neither of them wanted Tara bhabhi to pressurize herself to get a job. After all, she just got married.
Of course, there was one job Tara bhabhi had and I say this with a tongue in cheek disposition. That of satisfying Rohan bhaiya in bed.
I don't really know if Rohan bhaiya had fucked Tara bhabhi before marriage, but all I knew for sure was that he fucked Tara bhabhi every evening and then later in the night. Safe to say they had consummated their marriage.
Every evening, after Rohan bhaiya would return from work, he would have a cup of tea in the living room. Once that was done, he would take Tara bhabhi to their bedroom and close the door, where he would fuck her good. Well, I'm not making any assumptions here. In fact, Tara bhabhi would make it especially clear she was being fucked.
You see, a boy of my age could never mishear a sexual moan, especially when they're so loud, so enticing and so frequent and originating from the woman of your dreams. I won't expand a lot on it, but safe to say that Tara bhabhi enjoyed sex and she was given lots of it.
Once they were done, Tara bhabhi would come out of the bedroom glowing like a string of Christmas lights. She would avoid eye contact with me, probably keenly aware that I was a beneficiary of her sweet feminine moans while her husband fucked her lovely pussy. Fooh, I'm really sorry guys, I just can't help getting carried away. Well, if not for her moans, the love bites on her neck would've given it away anyway.
Tara bhabhi's shy demeanour would continue until they finished dinner, watched TV for a while and went to bed again to continue their love-making. I had a room to myself that was located at the farthest corner from their bedroom, but Tara bhabhi's moans and screams wouldn't escape me. As pleasurable as it was to observe an immensely sexy woman being enjoyed to the fullest by her man, my heart pained to know I wasn't the one making love to Tara bhabhi. That was not to say I had dirty fantasies about her. Of course, I was attracted to her and found her to be an absolute sexpot, but after all, she was my bhabhi and I wouldn't do anything, even subconsciously to destroy Rohan bhaiya's trust. However, I must say, it's a really thin line between love and infatuation. I never considered myself to be a pervert, yet I couldn't help feeling aroused whenever I saw Tara bhabhi, whether deliberately or not. I felt guilty for having these thoughts, but somehow, I couldn't stop them. It was almost as if my brain and body had developed a split personality disorder. I'd think of Tara bhabhi's beauty and feel ashamed about my reactions. Then, the cycle would repeat.
Tara bhabhi was a smart woman. She had the ability to multitask, which is essential for any modern woman.
I would painfully put myself to sleep every night amidst the moans only to be woken up in the middle of the night to hear more of them from Tara bhabhi. Well, I couldn't empathise with Rohan bhaiya. A true man could never satiate himself by fucking Tara bhabhi just once.
New place new home
Soon after Rohan bhaiya and Tara bhabhi returned from their honeymoon trip to Seychelles, I accompanied them to Mumbai. Rohan bhaiya had already purchased a posh 3 BHK apartment in uptown South Mumbai, one of the most costliest places not just in the country, but in the world. Well, if I got a girl half as sexy as Tara bhabhi and half the cash, I would've done the same thing. Of course, taking nothing away from Rohan bhaiya, he really loved Tara bhabhi. But again, who wouldn't. She's out of this world.
Let me give you a brief description of our house. First of all, it was a three-bedroom, two-bathroom apartment in the swankiest area of South Mumbai. The living room was spacious and comfortable, with plush couches and a large television mounted on the wall. There was a dining table adjacent to the kitchen, where Tara bhabhi would usually sit and watch TV while I cook delicious meals. The master bedroom was luxurious, with a king-size bed and a walk-in closet.
The second bedroom served as Tara's study and personal space, while the third bedroom was reserved for guests. The living room was tastefully decorated with art pieces and plush furnishings, providing a cozy atmosphere. Large windows overlooked the bustling cityscape, offering stunning views of the skyline. The apartment block also featured a rooftop terrace with a swimming pool, perfect for relaxation and entertainment.
Settling down in the city in a new home took a while, but I made sure Rohan bhaiya and Tara bhabhi didn't have to worry about anything. I cleaned the house, arranged the furniture based on Rohan bhaiya's orders and visited the local market to procure everyday essentials. After all, Mrs. Gupta wanted me here for a reason and I was a loyal servant.
That night, after completing all the daily chores, I went to bed, contemplating my fate and hoping things would be better soon. I woke up early the next morning with renewed vigor and started preparing breakfast for Rohan bhaiya and Tara bhabhi. I quickly sliced some bread and placed it on the table alongside scrambled eggs.
While waiting for Rohan bhaiya and Tara bhabhi to come downstairs, I decided to look outside the window and admire the beautiful view of the city.
It was truly breathtaking, with skyscbangrs reaching for the sky and lights twinkling everywhere. Suddenly Tara bhabhi and Rohan bhaiya come downstairs and sit on dinning table started eating hurriedly then Tara bhabhi said " relax Rohan eat slowly you still have plenty of time to reach office" then Rohan bhaiya said " I know that Tara but I don't want to be late on first day of job due to some unforeseen circumstance"
Well today is day when Rohan bhaiya starts his new job, as Managing Director of 'Eco Footwear', a major footwear company that specialised in manufacturing low-cost economical unisex footwear. According to our tradition, the first day of a job is especially auspicious, so Tara bhabhi and I made sure we got up on time to prepare a mithai (Indian sweet) that Rohan bhaiya would taste before stepping out. Well, call us old-fashioned, but that's who we are.
From my limited knowledge, I knew that Tara bhabhi didn't want to be a stay-at-home wife. Of course, being a gentleman, Rohan bhaiya offered her the liberty to do what she wanted. But again, finding a job in the city was a challenge in itself and neither of them wanted Tara bhabhi to pressurize herself to get a job. After all, she just got married.
Of course, there was one job Tara bhabhi had and I say this with a tongue in cheek disposition. That of satisfying Rohan bhaiya in bed.
I don't really know if Rohan bhaiya had fucked Tara bhabhi before marriage, but all I knew for sure was that he fucked Tara bhabhi every evening and then later in the night. Safe to say they had consummated their marriage.
Every evening, after Rohan bhaiya would return from work, he would have a cup of tea in the living room. Once that was done, he would take Tara bhabhi to their bedroom and close the door, where he would fuck her good. Well, I'm not making any assumptions here. In fact, Tara bhabhi would make it especially clear she was being fucked.
You see, a boy of my age could never mishear a sexual moan, especially when they're so loud, so enticing and so frequent and originating from the woman of your dreams. I won't expand a lot on it, but safe to say that Tara bhabhi enjoyed sex and she was given lots of it.
Once they were done, Tara bhabhi would come out of the bedroom glowing like a string of Christmas lights. She would avoid eye contact with me, probably keenly aware that I was a beneficiary of her sweet feminine moans while her husband fucked her lovely pussy. Fooh, I'm really sorry guys, I just can't help getting carried away. Well, if not for her moans, the love bites on her neck would've given it away anyway.
Tara bhabhi's shy demeanour would continue until they finished dinner, watched TV for a while and went to bed again to continue their love-making. I had a room to myself that was located at the farthest corner from their bedroom, but Tara bhabhi's moans and screams wouldn't escape me. As pleasurable as it was to observe an immensely sexy woman being enjoyed to the fullest by her man, my heart pained to know I wasn't the one making love to Tara bhabhi. That was not to say I had dirty fantasies about her. Of course, I was attracted to her and found her to be an absolute sexpot, but after all, she was my bhabhi and I wouldn't do anything, even subconsciously to destroy Rohan bhaiya's trust. However, I must say, it's a really thin line between love and infatuation. I never considered myself to be a pervert, yet I couldn't help feeling aroused whenever I saw Tara bhabhi, whether deliberately or not. I felt guilty for having these thoughts, but somehow, I couldn't stop them. It was almost as if my brain and body had developed a split personality disorder. I'd think of Tara bhabhi's beauty and feel ashamed about my reactions. Then, the cycle would repeat.
Tara bhabhi was a smart woman. She had the ability to multitask, which is essential for any modern woman.
I would painfully put myself to sleep every night amidst the moans only to be woken up in the middle of the night to hear more of them from Tara bhabhi. Well, I couldn't empathise with Rohan bhaiya. A true man could never satiate himself by fucking Tara bhabhi just once.
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