Savita Bhabhi – Part 40 (Vidutha Bhabhi’s desires)
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Submit Report This story is part of the Savita Bhabhi Returns series Author: Santosh’s Mom Enjoyed with his Friend Gopi Event link: Savita Bhabhi – Part 24 (Mere friend ki MILF mom) ***** Well, guys, I am Santosh, and I am 22 years old. I am not so fair that girls stare at me, nor am I so dark that they avoid me. Like others, I have a responsibility to look after my mom and our house. I recently completed my studies and got a job in West Bengal. I talked with my friend Gopi and asked him to look after my mother while I was away from the village. Now, I am in West Bengal, doing my job and living alone in a bachelor’s room. It is a 9 am to 5 pm job. It has been 3 months since I moved here. My landlords are pure Bengalis. There are five members in the family: an auntie, an uncle, their two sons, and one of their daughters-in-law. Her name is Vidutha, and she is 29 years old. She is damn slim but carries 34D cups on her chest. I have seen many girls in my life, but she is someone I want for myself. Damn, I should have been born as her future husband instead of her husband, Rahul. We never really talked with each other. She is also a very quiet and introverted person. In a conversation with Rahul, I learned that they had been trying for a baby for three years, but their attempts always failed. Both of them went into a dark phase, pressured by society and their own family members. He was worried about it, and I thought there was nothing I could do if it was their fate. I just consoled him as a brother would. Some days passed like that. I felt bad for Vidutha Bhabhi. I don’t know much about her personally, but I heard the landlord auntie taunting her because she thinks Vidutha Bhabhi is infertile. She must be suffering in her heart all alone. One day, Rahul came to me and asked for a small favor. He asked me to look after their house while they visited relatives for 10 days. At that moment, I felt like a paid watchman for their house. He informed me that Vidutha Bhabhi would be staying behind, so he asked me to look after her whenever I had time. He told me she would prepare tiffin, a lunch box, and supper for the night as well. When I heard that, I was on cloud nine because I got a chance to sneak a peek at her awesome butt and damn tight cleavage from her desi saree. I don’t know why, but she is always in her saree. Maybe it’s due to strict family or mother-in-law rules. Whatever the reason, because of her enticing white and red-bordered sarees, I fell in love with her. She is too beautiful for an average creep like me. The day eventually came when we were seeing each other for breakfast and supper together. However, due to her introverted mindset, she always kept things to herself. Well, the old saying is that every dog has its day, and for me, that day was a Saturday. In West Bengal, aloo samosas are very delicious. During my office break, a group of colleagues and I go to our regular snack shop, and I packed some for Bhabhi too. When I reached their house to give her the samosas, I saw her with her wet hair covered by a towel. She was in a half-saree, and for the first time, I saw her open navel and waist. After I realized what I had done, I instantly closed the door, blaming myself for not knocking before entering. Then, she opened the door and called me in. Santosh: I am sorry, Bhabhi. I should have knocked before entering the room. Vidutha: Well, it happens. Forget about it. I took the samosa package from my bag and passed it to her. Santosh: Brother told me you like samosas, so I brought some for you. When she reached for the samosa parcel, her soft fingertips touched my palm. I went back to my room, laid on the bed, imagined her in my lustful thoughts, and masturbated to her. After that, I freshened up and went to her again for supper (dinner is separate, you see). When I reached her dining hall, she was waiting for me all alone. I went to the dining table, sat on a chair, and we began our supper. In between, I shared some things about my office and asked her: Santosh: Hey, Bhabhi. Do you have any love stories from your college days? Vidutha: No. I’m a total introvert, so I don’t have many friends, and love is out of the question. We finished our supper. As I was returning to my room, she called me and asked me to stay with her for a bit. How could I deny such a charming lady? We were in the hallway, and she seemed fine with me. I guessed she was comfortable around me. We played Ludo to pass the time while listening to some old Bengali melodies. I thought I should tell her about my feelings for her. It was my turn. I clicked on my phone screen to roll the dice and asked: Santosh: Bhabhi, I want to tell you something. She gazed at me and asked: Santosh: I have a crush on you, Bhabhi. When she heard this, she was in shock. I stood up to run to my room before she could create any chaos. The moment I began to run, she called out: Vidutha: You wanna fuck me? This time, I was shocked after hearing it. I stood still, checking my ears, wondering if what I heard was my imagination or something else. She grabbed my hand, made me sit beside her, and once again asked me, her voice calm and pleasant: Vidutha: I’ve been too horny for a while. My husband is away and isn’t good in bed anyway. I’m lonely and all. So, if you don’t have a problem…? I was unsure what I should answer and remained silent while looking at her. She sat beside me, and I felt her thighs and our shoulders rubbing against each other. Vidutha: Answer me, Santosh. Do you want to fuck me? I smelled her breath. Her silent voice turned slutty, and her drape (saree’s pallu) was falling downwards. Her melon-like boobs were inviting me to grab and squeeze them, yet she wasn’t trying to adjust them. I understood I had to answer her, or I would miss my chance.