Sex with my Delhi chachi

As I sit down to write this, my first story, or rather, confession, I must admit that I am filled with a mix of emotions – excitement, nervousness, and a hint of fear. I am not sure how my words will be received, but I am willing to take that risk. I want to start by saying that this story is not just about me, but about the complex web of desires and fantasies that have shaped my life over the years.

My uncle got married about 8 years ago, and my chachi, who is from Delhi, brought a breath of fresh air into our family. Being from a more modern city, she had a certain confidence and poise that was both captivating and intimidating. I remember being drawn to her from the very beginning, but it wasn’t until I was in college that my feelings toward her started to shift. She was a stay-at-home person, and I would often find myself watching her as she went about her daily chores.

As I looked at her, I couldn’t help but notice the way her tight churidars hugged her curves, the way her loose kameez would ride up her knees as she bent to mop the floor, revealing her smooth, white legs. It was as if I had been living in a dream world, oblivious to the beauty that was right in front of me. My conversations with her grew more frequent, and I found myself looking forward to our interactions. She was friendly and warm, and I felt comfortable around her in a way that I didn’t with many other people.

As time passed, I started to notice the way she would dress, the way she would move with a quiet confidence that was both captivating and intimidating. Her huge breasts and cleavage would often be on display, and I couldn’t help but stare. I’m sure she noticed, but she never seemed to mind. In fact, she would often give me a sly smile, as if she knew exactly what I was thinking. It was as if we had a secret understanding, a connection that went beyond words.

I remember the first time I saw her in a silky nighty. It was late summer, and the heat was oppressive. She was bending down to mop the floor, and her nighty had ridden up, revealing her milky thighs and, for the first time, her hairy pussy. I was taken aback, my heart racing with excitement. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, and yet, I couldn’t look away. She saw my reaction, and I could sense a spark of excitement in her eyes.

As the days went by, our interactions became more frequent, more charged. We would play a game of peek-a-boo, me staring at her thighs and breasts, and she at my body. It was as if we were dancing around each other, waiting for the other person to make a move. She started to skip wearing panties, and her nighty would ride up higher and higher as she squatted, feeling my eyes on her vagina. It was a turn-on like no other, and I found myself craving more.

Last weekend, I was feeling unwell, my head throbbing with a headache from staying up all night playing on my Xbox. Uncle was out of town, and it was just her and me watching TV. She patted her lap, and I obediently came over, resting my head on it. My face was inches from the hem of her nighty, and I could feel her soft breath on my skin. It was as if time had stopped, and all that mattered was this moment, this connection between us.

As I looked up at her, I saw a spark of desire in her eyes, a spark that I knew I had to fan into a flame. I started to kiss her knees, my lips gentle on her skin. It was as if I had unlocked a door, a door that led to a world of forbidden desires and secret pleasures. She gently lifted my head and pulled the hem of her nighty back, letting me rest my face on her naked thighs.

I started to lick her thighs, my tongue tracing the curve of her skin. She moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. I could feel her wetness, her arousal, and it only fueled my own desire. I started to suck her pussy, my mouth devouring her like a starving man. She was screaming with pleasure, her body convulsing with each stroke of my tongue.

As we fucked, I couldn’t help but think about how much I wanted to dominate her, to make her mine. I started to pound her harder, my cock slamming into her like a jackhammer. She was screaming, her body trembling with pleasure, and I could feel her orgasm building. I didn’t stop, I kept pounding her, my cock buried deep inside her.

Finally, she came, her body convulsing with pleasure. I pulled out, my cock still hard, and started to jerk off, my cum shooting all over her belly. She was laughing, her body still trembling with pleasure, and I could see the satisfaction in her eyes.

As we lay there, catching our breath, I realized that our relationship was not just about sex; it was about the thrill of the forbidden, the excitement of doing something taboo. We would have quickies in the bathroom or kitchen or bedroom, our desire for each other growing with each passing day. She liked getting her pussy sucked, and I would go under her nighty, feeling her flowing juices, her body trembling with pleasure.

As I look back on our journey, I realize that our desire for each other is not just about the physical; it’s about the thrill of the forbidden, the excitement of doing something taboo. We are two people who have found something special, something that we will cherish for the rest of our lives.

I know that our relationship may not be accepted by everyone, that there may be those who judge us, who condemn us for our relationship. But I don’t care. I know that our desire for each other is real, that it’s something special, something that we will cherish for the rest of our lives. And as I sit here, writing this story, I know that I have found my fuck buddy, my partner in crime, my everything.

To all the ladies and aunties out there, I want to say that I’m happy to connect with you, to hear your stories, to share my own. I know that we all have our own secrets, our own desires, and I want to create a space where we can share, where we can connect, where we can be ourselves without fear of judgment. So, please feel free to reach out to me, to share your stories, to connect with me on a deeper level.

As I conclude this story, I want to say that I’m grateful for the journey that I’ve been on, for the desire that I have found, for the connection that I’ve made with my chachi. Our relationship may be forbidden, but it’s real, and it’s something that we will cherish for the rest of our lives. And to those who may judge us, I want to say that desire knows no bounds, that it’s something that can conquer all, even the boundaries of age, relationship, and societal norms.