π It started with a window… and ended with a secret we still keep. I had just moved into our quiet neighborhood in Ohio, USA — where people mow their lawns on Sundays and smile at each other from across the street. Everything looked “perfect”… until one night I caught my husband staring through our bedroom window, fixated. “What are you watching?” I whispered. He jumped. “Nothing… just checking the blinds.” But curiosity killed me faster than guilt. I pulled the curtain slightly… and there she was — our new neighbor, in her early 30s, brown curls, gym shorts… and no bra. I should’ve been angry. But instead, something inside me switched on. That night, instead of fighting… we ended up in bed, hotter than we’d been in months. My mind kept going back to her. And the next day? I saw her smiling at me from across the lawn — like she knew. ⸻ π The Night That Changed Everything Two weeks later, she knocked. “Your husband left his package in front of our door,” she smirked. “But I ...
It was a hot summer night, and the power had gone out again. I had just returned home from work, drenched in sweat, tired, and frustrated. As I opened the door, I saw bhabhi sitting in the living room, fanning herself with an old newspaper. She was wearing a loose nighty, and I could clearly see the outline of her curves in the dim candlelight.
“Bijli phir chali gayi,” she sighed. “Main toh pagal ho jaaungi garmi mein.”
I tried not to stare, but her damp skin, her slightly open nighty, and the glistening sweat on her neck made it impossible to look away.
I grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge and sat near her. “Main fan le aata hoon,” I offered.
“Nahi, rehne do… tu thak gaya hoga,” she said, smiling softly. Her tone was caring, but there was something else in her eyes… something teasing.
She moved closer to me, handing me a towel to wipe my face. As she did, her fingers brushed my neck. I felt a chill despite the heat. Her touch lingered longer than usual.
“Bohot paseena ho gaya hai tujhe,” she whispered, wiping my forehead, cheeks, and then… slowly down toward my chest.
“Bhabhi…” I said softly, unsure if I should stop her or let it happen.
She looked into my eyes — intense, bold, and seductive. “Aaj kuch alag karne ka mann hai,” she said, biting her lip.
Before I could respond, her hand slid under my shirt, feeling my skin. I gasped slightly, frozen by the thrill. She leaned forward and gently kissed my neck, her lips warm and soft. The room felt like it was burning — not because of the heat, but because of the fire between us.
I pulled her closer, our breaths getting heavier. Her nighty slipped off her shoulder, revealing her creamy skin. I couldn’t resist anymore. I kissed her collarbone, her shoulder… and then slowly down.
She moaned softly, her hands tugging my shirt off. The candlelight flickered on our bodies as we explored each other without shame, without guilt.
That night, the heat wasn’t from the weather — it was from our forbidden passion.
We lay together, tangled, satisfied, yet aware this secret night would forever stay hidden.
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