Heartfelt Nepali Love Story: A Tale of Passion and Family Bonds sex story
Hello sex story readers, Dai works hard every day, a real grind. He’s a solid guy, puts in serious effort, and does his job well. He dreams big about earning money, but even bigger about keeping his wife happy. Bhauju, though she’s got a rough vibe, is actually pretty good-looking. Her personality, though, rubs people the wrong way, so most don’t like her. I used to hang out with Dai, and I’d tell him stuff about his wife, but he trusted her blindly and didn’t care about what others said. Bhauju stayed home, didn’t do much, and couldn’t even cook properly. So, she’d just wander around all day, sometimes showing up at my place in the afternoon.
I’d get annoyed whenever she came over. I couldn’t stand her. But then, out of nowhere, she hit me with a proposal I couldn’t refuse. Even if a girl’s not your type, when she suggests something like that, it’s hard to say no. Some guys might, but not me. Her name was Astha, and her actions didn’t match her name at all.
I was still studying, not working yet. Dai had married her after some family drama, bringing a girl from another caste and settling down. I was living with Anita, who loved me a lot, especially since I was the youngest son. Astha would come by in the afternoon with snacks, which irritated me. I didn’t even like the food she brought. Still, I’d chat with her, forcing a smile like you do with family. She started coming over more often, and yeah, she was pretty, but her behavior was off. Her chest was something else, huge, like it’d been through a lot. Lately, it seemed even bigger, almost impossible to miss, especially in the cold weather when she’d cover up with a scarf. sex story
One day, she came over, took off her scarf, complaining about the heat, and I couldn’t stop staring. It was like a scene from a dream. She caught me looking and teased, “What are you staring at? My chest? Your Dai loves it, can’t sleep without it, like a kid.” She went on, saying Dai was obsessed with her body, always touching her. I was weirdly into it, getting more curious as she talked. Then she said, “You’re his brother, wanna try?” I was shocked, but she kept going, coming closer with her chest right in my face. I couldn’t hold back anymore. I grabbed her, started touching her, and she just laughed, saying she loved it when others did that. Things escalated fast—she stripped down, and I went for it, rubbing against her, kissing her chest, then moving lower. It was intense, wild, and before I knew it, I was done, overwhelmed by the moment. She was enjoying it too, and I was lost in the thrill.
Right then, Dai called, saying he was coming home early. Bhauju grabbed her stuff and left in a hurry.
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