My Friends Wife thinks I am her Husband – Part 1

Hi! This is Z, back with a story for you all. It is not my story but the story of a vegetable seller.

I know this guy as he works right outside where I stay. He chills with my building security guard. Sometimes even I go there as I can’t smoke at home or anywhere else in the building because of CCTV. So when these guys are drinking, I join them, smoke inside and then leave whenever I feel like it.

Due to this, Ajay (the main guy in the story) knows me pretty well and respects me. It has been quite some time since I met these guys and listened to their stories. I like to do so.

One night I went to smoke in their quarters. I saw the security guard and Ajay sitting inside and drinking alcohol. I had no problem with that, anyway. I just wanted to smoke and listen to their life story. When I went inside, their topic was sex, and they kept quiet as soon as they saw me.

I told them it was fine if they wanted to talk about sex in front of me. I don’t have any problem with that. They were already drinking for a few hours. I was smoking my cigarette. These two guys were drunk, or atleast my security guard was.

Ajay was still in his senses. He felt he could enjoy a couple more drinks before getting smashed. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. It was Ajay’s friend who joined them to drink. He was the owner of the shop where Ajay used to work and was Ajay’s good friend from his village.

His name was Ratan. Ajay lived with Ratan’s family in Mumbai. Ratan’s family consisted of Ratan’s parents, his brother with his wife and Ratan’s wife. The house was pretty small, just a room and a kitchen. Ratan and his wife slept in the kitchen while other family members slept in the hall/room.

After Ajay had arrived from the village, he had no other option other than to join Ratan and his wife in the kitchen. There was no other place left in the house. Even the kitchen had just enough room to fit only one more person.

Ratan had got Ajay so that Ratan could get some help in running his business. Even Ajay was unemployed, so it was a good chance for him to earn and come to Mumbai. Ajay and Ratan had similar body types. Ajay was slightly toned and had more defined muscles than Ratan. They looked like they were brothers.

Ratan stepped inside the room and sat beside Ajay. He gave me a vague smile and asked Ajay to pour him a drink. Ajay followed his order and made a nice strong peg for Ratan. They all started chatting with each other. Then, one after the other round, they kept on going.

After a couple of rounds, the guard and Ratan were too drunk. Ajay had a good capacity/tolerance for alcohol. He was still up for another drink, but Ratan was in no shape to stand up. The guard said he was going to the gate of the building and would sleep there in his booth.

Ajay: This is not fair. We still have one more bottle to finish. So sit down and finish it with me. I am still in my senses.

Ratan: Ajay, it is too much for me right now. I won’t be able to keep up with you. If you want to finish the bottle, then finish it. I am going to sleep in the booth for now. Keep a little for me, as I will drink it while going home.

Ajay continued telling me his story while Ratan and the guard went to the booth to sleep. After another two drinks, I could see that Ajay was not in his senses and was blabbering shit. So I told Ajay to stop drinking for the night and go home and sleep.

But Ajay wanted to drink more as half the bottle was still left, and he told me that he was still in his senses.

Me: Okay then, Ajay, you sleep here only in the cabin once you are done.

Ajay: No, Sir. (They used to call me Sir), I will have one more drink. Then I’ll be at my best, go home with Ratan, and enjoy.

Me: Okay. But what will you enjoy once you get home?

Ajay: (While pouring another drink for himself) Oops! Sorry Sir, It’s a secret. I can’t tell you.

Me: Why? Don’t worry, Ajay, I won’t be telling anyone. You can trust me on that.

And suddenly Ajay’s phone started ringing! I could see a big smile as soon as he saw who was calling him. He answered the call and informed them that he would call as soon as they leave from here. He was in great joy while talking on the phone.

As soon as he ended the call, I asked him, “Who was it that changed your whole mood?”

Ajay: (Still slurring) It was Ratan’s wife, my bhabhi!

Me: Oh! Okay!

Ajay: Sir, I’ll tell you my secret, but you have to promise me that you won’t tell anyone. I haven’t told anyone about this. I trust you so that I can tell you. I know you won’t tell anyone, right?

Me: Yeah, I won’t tell anyone.

Ajay chugged half his drink and showed me a picture on his phone. It was a picture of a female wearing a saree as a woman of UP/Bihar. She was around 24-26 years old, wheatish in colour, not too thin or thick, just the right amount of flesh for a girl of that age. She really looked beautiful.

Ajay: This is my Bhabhi (Ratan’s Wife).

Ajay then started telling me his story. (The story will be narrated in Ajay’s POV).

A few days back, Ratan and I went home drunk late at night. We had gone to meet Ratan’s friend after work. Ratan and his friend had planned to drink, and I had no idea about it. We spent a lot of time over there drinking alcohol.

By the time we left, Ratan was in no state of even standing still. He needed support to even stand or sit at a place. Luckily, I have a good capacity to drink. I can manage myself good even when I am drunk. It’s not like I wasn’t high. But I was at least in a state to reach home safely while taking care of Ratan.

We left that place and reached home. I was holding Ratan by his waist. He was drunk and couldn’t even stand. Ratan had another key to the house, which I knew was in his pocket. I removed the key from his pocket and opened the house door slowly and carefully so that no one got disturbed.

The room was pitch dark, and the only light entering was from the door where we were standing. I somehow managed to carry Ratan to the kitchen, where we slept. Normally, Ratan used to sleep between me and bhabhi. So I made him lie at his usual place.

I noticed that bhabhi wasn’t there in the kitchen sleeping. Then I noticed the kitchen door was open when I came inside. So I thought bhabhi might have been in the washroom. The washroom light was on, so obviously, bhabhi was in there.

I was in no mood to talk as she might ask me something that might put Ratan in trouble. So I thought this was a nice chance to change my clothes as soon as possible and sleep. All the males in the house roam in their underwear in front of all the ladies. It was pretty normal for them.

I would remove my pants just before sleeping. It would be pitch dark so no one would see, and I’ll be comfortable too. I removed my clothes and was just in my underwear. I realised Ratan was still wearing his clothes. So I thought of removing his clothes as he would be comfortable too.

It was so dark. I couldn’t see anything but somehow pulled Ratan’s pants off him. Ratan was sleeping in his underwear and his shirt. I was trying to remove his shirt when I heard a noise from the bathroom. It was Bhabhi. I was in no mood to face her, so I hurriedly tried to remove Ratan’s shirt.

While doing this, Ratan turned towards the side where I slept, but I successfully removed his shirt. Ratan had passed out and was sleeping exactly where I slept. I tried to move him back to his place, but he wouldn’t budge. I was just in my underwear, in the dark, standing right where Ratan sleeps normally.

Bhabhi is about to enter the kitchen to sleep. It was a very frantic moment for me. To avoid bhabhi, I thought I should sleep for now at Ratan’s place. Later shift to my place once bhabhi is asleep. I could see Bhabhi enter the kitchen due to the very little light that came from the exhaust fan window slit.

The light was enough to know that someone was there, but it was very poor to know who it was. Bhabhi saw me and thought it was Ratan – her husband. She could see me lying down and murmuring something. I did not answer. She shut the kitchen door and switched on the cooler.

The cooler worked like an Air conditioner for us as the kitchen was quite small. Once you shut the kitchen door, the whole kitchen used to be chilled for the night until the next morning. After switching on the cooler, Bhabhi came and lay next to me, thinking of me as her husband.

I was pretty much scared, and my heart was beating fast too. I was thinking about what if I get caught like this. What would I say? What would Bhabhi say? What would everyone in the house say when they got to know?

Bhabhi was sleeping next to me. Her shoulder was touching me. She was still wearing her Saree. There were only two things Bhabhi used to wear: a Saree or a Nighty, which were only for the night. Saree was all time, every time dress code for her. She would hardly wear her nighty during the day.

It was almost 30 minutes now. The kitchen had become chilled, and Ratan and I were lying in our underwear. I pulled up the blanket, which was under my feet, to cover myself up. Unknowingly, I pulled up the blanket which Ratan and bhabhi use for themselves.

It was a big blanket from all sides. I was now nicely covered and thought I should cover Ratan, also. While lying there, I somehow managed to pull up the blanket and tried to put it on Ratan. He was in a deep sleep with very light snoring.

I had turned on my right side and quietly covered Ratan with the blanket. This was the moment I got a shock. As soon as I was done covering Ratan with the blanket, I turned my back with my face towards the ceiling. I could feel a hand on my chest.

It was Bhabhi hugging me, thinking it was her husband – Ratan, who was sleeping/passed out next to me.

Please read the next part to know how it unfolded and how I was lodged inside my bhabhi. This started an extramarital affair with my friend’s wife,