I marry my widowed bhabhi! – Part 1 (The Initiation)

I marry my widowed bhabhi! - Part 1 (The Initiation)
This story begins when I’m in my 3rd year of engineering. I’m Arjun from Delhi, 23 years of age, 6 feet, very thin (55 kg), and moderately toned. Some people tell me I look like a stick based on my physique. I come from a lower-middle-class family with a very superstitious Hindu family. Although I’m not religious or believe in superstition, I still have to be in front of my family. My older brother died due to a car accident 6 months ago. He was 30 years old and had recently married Kashish, a woman from our caste. She came from a richer family than ours. Since most marriages in India happen between like-minded families, Kashishs’ family was even more superstitious. She was older than my brother when they married, 34 years of age. After consulting a famous astrologer, both the families had agreed on their marriage to bestow good fortune for the couple. They had bought a house in Gurgaon and used to live there alone. She worked in IT and didn’t have any kids. I never talked much to Kashish. She is 5 feet 6 inches tall, comparatively tall for an Indian woman. She is obese for her features, E cup breasts, 42-inch waist, 65kg. A small potbelly and long hair, which almost came to her waist. She was fairer than me. Ideally, she’s not my body type and polar opposite at that. Fast forward to the present. I had just returned from my college in the afternoon when I saw Kashish and her parents leaving my parents’ house. I went in, and my parents asked me to sit first and listen carefully to what they had to say. My father said, “Beta, you know how things have been with Kashish. She has been living alone for almost 6 months now.” He stopped there hesitantly, and my mother continued, “Beta, we spoke to our family astrologer. Both Kashishs’ parents and we have decided to get you both married.” I was dumbstruck, “Ma, what is this nonsense? She definitely wouldn’t have agreed to this. She is more than a decade older than me. Why was I not even invited to choose whom and when I could marry? This is my life, and I’m not doing this.” My mom replied, “Beta, we are your parents. You can’t talk to us like this. We know what’s best for you. Even the astrologer has confirmed that she is very well suited. And what’s best is that she is already part of the family. If you say no, leave the house and go, pay your fees.” I was completely shocked by such nonsense and just got up and left. I was only thinking about what my friends would think of me. I had to agree after I spoke to Kashish the very evening on the phone. At least one person agreed with me. Me: Hi Di, I find this very strange. How did you even agree to this? Kashish: Hi, Arjun. You don’t need to call me Di anymore. I wanted to explain in the afternoon. Please hear me out. These superstitions are all fake. Play along for now. We can have our wedding in secret, and nobody needs to know. Kashish: We can live together for 1 year and get divorced. We don’t even need to register our marriage if divorce is a problem. Our parents don’t need to know anyway. The next day, the wedding date was announced, and before I knew it, it was D-Day. We got married in my house, and only our parents and a pujari were there. We used the same mangalsutra from my brother’s marriage. We didn’t want to raise any suspicion among my or Kashish’s friends. Our parents didn’t even notice, and the ceremony was over in 30 mins. We left for Kashish’s house in Delhi that evening. It was a small 1BHK apartment and was decorated for newlyweds. The bed was laid with rose petals. Kashish: Don’t worry about all this, Arjun. We are not attracted to each other, and let’s just bid our time. We both can sleep on the bed, and I have no problem. Slowly 3 months passed, and we didn’t have any issues with each other. She used to work from home. I used to do online classes due to the pandemic. Slowly I started noticing some trends. Kashish started to walk out in a towel after a bath, with wet hair and cooked meals like that. I initially ignored this, thinking it was work stress. The towel covered her breasts and waist just some inches below her vagina. I could make out her figure exactly now. Her breasts were almost so big that her towel would break the knot and fall. This was my first erection looking at her. The next day, she ‘mistakenly’ entered the bathroom when I was taking a bath in the night. She says, “Oh, sorry, sorry, I thought the door was unlocked. Maybe the latch is broken.” She left after winking at me. The last in this trend got me wondering if she was hinting at sex. She ordered condoms and chocolates in our shared e-delivery account. I had taken this delivery along with my plastic zip ties for my mechanic project. That night I was barely able to sleep. At 3 am, I woke up and noticed Kashish carefully. She was wearing a white nighty and was sleeping deeply. Each breath she took was moving her breasts, so she wasn’t wearing a bra. This was enough for me to get a boner. I thought this was my wife anyway, and why not just go for it as she also wants it. I made up my mind and slowly moved towards her. She was probably tired from work that day and didn’t wake up when I slightly shook her arm. I sat with her between my folded legs, with no weight on her. I managed to unbutton her upper nighty without any noise. I was right, and 2 huge breasts plopped to her. They were pear-shaped, slightly sagging, with huge black nipples. I wanted more and quickly removed my shorts and underwear. My penis had never been so hard. I slowly moved her legs as an M shape, spreading them. I lifted the nighty and saw a white panty. It was dark, and the only light was from the streetlights coming in from the window. I lost my mind there and completely forgot about being silent. I picked up a pair of scissors from the bedside table and, in 3 strokes, cut her nighty in a T shape.

My 34-year-old wife lay in her panties in front of me. Her breasts looked so juicy, and her potbelly had 2 tires on the sides. Thankfully she hadn’t woken up. I cut the two sides of her panties and opened them like a diaper. Oh my god, her vagina was neatly trimmed, in a V shape. I insert my middle finger quickly and fully. I hear an “Uuuh,” and Kashish wakes up sternly and goes for the light switch. Kashish: “Arjun, what are you doing?” (shouts) The scene was I held my dick in my left hand, and my right hand was on her pussy. She had covered her breasts with her right hand was about to swat my right hand away with her left. I remove my hand from her vagina and hold her left. Me: Quite, bitch. You are the one who hinted with the condoms and all. Now I’m going to fuck you. I said very confidently. Kashish: Don’t talk to me like that. I’m older than you. I know I’m your wife. And condoms? Oh, they were for my friend. Now see what you have done here. She angrily left her breast-covered hand and slapped me. Kashish: Is this how you would treat your Di? Stop this at once. Her hands were coupled now like she was begging. Me: You asked me not to call you that. I’m not stopping. She looked confused at how blatantly I refused. In this confusion, I whipped open my zip tie box from the bedside and tied her hands. It was easy because of her coupled hands, as though she was praying. Her eyes widened as she realized what had happened. Kashish: No, no, Arjun. Please stop. Not like this. But now, she was not even resisting. I easily zip-tied her legs too. Me: I know you haven’t had sex in almost a year now. I’m giving you a chance now, you whore. Kashish: Please, not now and not like this. I can promise for tomorrow. I’m tired today. Me: No, I’m in the mood now. Get ready. I pulled her down from her sitting position, and she lay back on her back. I moved her hands above her head. I partitioned her hair into two and covered each breast with it. Me: Anything you want to say? Kashish: I didn’t expect you to be so naughty, baby. I realized she had also gotten in the mood. I crumpled the torn panty and put it in her mouth. I folded her legs now in a diamond shape and went for her vagina. I like it from top to bottom. It was salty and smelled like sweat. I kept licking for 10 minutes, and she rolled her eyes, breathing heavily. I align my penis for inserting now, and she moves her arms and covers her vagina. I remove the panty from her mouth, Me: What, bitch? Kashish: No, not like this. At least wear a condom. I know you are a virgin. Me: Haha, I’m going to impregnate you. She realized it was hopeless, and I quickly turned her over into a doggy position. The scene looks like a stick is going to fuck a fat slut. I pull her hair, and she looks up. The first stroke, “Ah.” Her pussy feels warm and wet. The second stroke, “Umm.” The third stroke, “Ooh.” I increased my speed. Each time my waist hits her ass, a ‘phat’ sound comes, followed by 2 ‘plat’ sounds when her breasts hit her chest. Kashish: Fuck me harder, you stick virgin. I increased my strokes and felt warm liquid over my dick, and it trickled down my thighs. She has climaxed before me. I see a little shit coming out of her ass. I pull out the shit and turn her over. The shit is as big as a table tennis ball, and I ask her to open her mouth. Me: You came before me. You need to be punished for that. Open your mouth. I stuff her shit in her mouth and ask her to swallow. Me: Let’s end it with a blowjob now. You satisfy me now, and we can stop. I cut the zip ties. Kashish: I haven’t given a blowjob before. But I have seen porn on it. You sit on the edge of the bed and spread your legs. I will kneel on the floor and suck. Me: I hope this feels good. I thought you had more experience. She puts my dick in her mouth and starts. She uses her tongue to move my foreskin back and licks my penis in a circular motion. Then starts moving her head front and back. It feels like heaven. I hold her head tight before I cum. She taps my thigh, indicating she’s choking. I release, and my cum falls on her face and chest. Me: That was perfect. Don’t wipe the cum and just come to sleep. She obliged and came on the bed. I hugged her and buried my face in her breasts. Kashish: That was refreshing. Just sleep now, baby. End of Part 1. The next part will feature the social repercussions of this night and our honeymoon. Please give me a review on this at [email protected]. You can also read my other story here.