Cheating Indian Bhabhi rough fucked in the Ass by Devar

Title: “Indecent Indulgence: The Sordid Affair of a Bhabhi and Her Devar”

In the sweltering heat of an Indian summer, a—forbidden—passion begins to simmer between a married woman and her husband’s younger brother. Meet Priya, a stunning Hausfrau with raven tresses, smoldering eyes, and a nubile figure that marital bliss couldn’t tame. Her buxom body, barely constrained by her silk saree, whispers promises of carnal pleasure. And then there’s Rohan, her husband’s 20-something Computer Engineering grad of a younger brother—naive, yet inexperienced in the ways of love and lust.

One fateful afternoon, chance brings these two together under one roof.Priya, caught up in her daily chores, is startled by Rohan’s sudden appearance. “Ann? You back from abroad?” she asks, her voice laced with surprise and a hint of something else—curiosity, perhaps?

Rohan nods, his eyes drinking in her figure as a thirsty man would absorb a raindrop. “Yeah, Bhabhi. Just landed two days back,” he replies, his tongue darting out to lick his lips unconsciously.

Priya flushes under his gaze, but there’s a spark in her eyes. “Why don’t you sit down then? I’ll get you some chai,” she offers, her voice like honey drizzled over gravel.

As she fiddle around the kitchen, Priya’s mind is awhirl with thoughts she shouldn’t be having about her Devar. She catches him stealing glances at her from the corner of her eye and can’t help but feel a thrill run down her spine.

Their conversation is polite, bordering on prim, but the chemistry between them is electric. Rohan’s eyes keep flitting to Priya’s body, her saree slipping off her shoulder, a tantalizing view of her cleavage, the way her sari clings to her curves. Priya, not one to be outdone, ‘unintentionally’ leans over to hand Rohan his chai, letting him a glimpse down her saree.

As the day progresses, the air between them thickens with tension. Priya, alone with Rohan in the living room as they watch TV, shifts closer to him on the sofa, her thigh brushing against his. Rohan shifts too, his hand “accidentally” landing on Priya’s lap.

They freeze for a moment before Priya’s hand covers his, guiding it higher up her thigh. Rohan swallows audibly, his heart hammering in his chest. Priya looks at him from under her lashes, a come-hither look in her eyes.

“Rohan, is this okay?” she whispers, even as her hand moves his to cup her breast through her saree. Rohan nods, his throat desert dry. He leans in, his lips brushing against Priya’s.

And so, it begins.

In the months that follow, their affair blooms like a forbidden fruit. Priya, once a demure Hausfrau, transforms into a sultry vixen, always ready to steal a moment with her Devar. They copulate like bunnies in heat, their coupling becoming more and more adventurous.

It starts with clandestine rendezvous, quickies before Priya’s husband returns from work. Then it escalates into marathon sex sessions, Rohan taking Priya in every room of the house. The kitchen, the living room, their marital bed—no place is sacred.

And then one day, Priya suggests anal sex. Rohan, ever the eager student, agrees, his eyes shining with lust. As they copulate, Priya’s cries of pleasure echo through the house, her voice drowned out by the slap of flesh against flesh.

Their affair continues in this manner, a torrid dance of forbidden love and lust. Priya, the demure Hausfrau, transforms into a wanton slut, always ready to satisfy her Devar’s every carnal desire. Rohan, once the naive Computer Engineering grad, becomes a sexual master, his skills honed by Priya’s voracious appetite.

But all good things must come to an end. One day, Priya’s husband returns home early from work and catches them in the act. Shock, anger, disgust—his face reflects a myriad of emotions as he watches his wife writhe in ecstasy under his younger brother.

Priya, caught in the act, is frozen to the spot. Rohan, seeing red, turns to his brother, his face contorted with rage. “This is her fault,” he snarls, his voice dripping with venom. “She seduced me, Beggar. She made me do these things.”

Priya’s husband, unable to believe his ears, turns to his wife. “Is this true, Ann? Is what he saying the truth?”

Priya, tears streaming down her face, nods miserably. “I’m sorry,” she whispers. “I never meant for this to happen.”

But the damage is done. Priya’s husband, in a fit of rage and despair, disowns Rohan and throws him out of the house. Rohan, his heart-breaking, leaves without a word, a promise to return for his Bhabhi etched into his mind.

And Priya? She’s left to face the consequences of her actions, her heart shattered between two men, two brother’s. She’s become the scandal of the neighborhood, a fallen woman, a slut in the eyes of society.

But does she regret it? Her affair with Rohan? No. For those few blissful months, she was alive, truly alive. She was a woman, not a wife, not a mother, but a being of desire and passion. And she would do it all over again if she could.

For she is Priya, the Bhabhi who dared to take what she wanted, who dared to love brazenly, who dared to be a slut. And she wouldn’t have it any other way.