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She grabbed the water bottle and quickly turned around but bumped right into Bhima’s chest. He was standing in the kitchen doorway right in her face. He quickly held one arm around her waist and other around her back to stop her from falling backwards.
He casually said “Sabitri madam I thought I would take the water myself instead of giving you so much trouble”. He leaned in too close for comfort and took the bottle from her hand slowly while lightly brushing the back of his palm against her breasts and nipples.
This made Sabitri tremble because of her overly sensitive nipples. He nuzzled his nose in her hair behind her ear while blowing warm air gently. He whispered “ohh Sabitri madammm…. you smell so good. Your aroma is so intoxicating Aahhhh…”.
While he said this, his other hand was gently caressing her big melons from over her saree. Sabitri was now breathing heavily due to her growing arousal with her big melons heaving with every breath. Bhima whispered in her ear “Kamal sir is a very lucky man to have you Sabitri madam”.
Hearing Kamal’s name shook her up and she quickly came to her senses and moved away. She said “no Bhima, we should not be doing this”. Bhima again stepped closer from behind her placing his hands on her exposed waist caressing her belly button and the area surrounding it gently.
Sabitri again jerked feeling his hands on her waist. Bhima whispered in her ear “what is wrong in having some casual fun Sabitri madam. You have so much fire raging inside you and I can help you put it out”. He stepped closer now making full body contact from behind.
He said “I have been on fire since the day you got married and came to this village sixteen years ago Sabitri madam”. His hands slowly moved higher caressing the undersides of her heaving massive melons.
He said “you can call it mutually beneficial because I can see Kamal sir is clearly not taking good care of your needs Sabitri madam”. Sabitri again came to her senses and tried moving away but now she was sandwiched between Bhima and the kitchen counter.
Her breathing was very heavy and arousal steadily rising making it very difficult for her to resist his advances. Bhima whispered “Sabitri madam I will help you put out your fire and you help put out mine. It will help both of us and no one needs to know about this”.
Bhima moved in more closer with his hard cock now pressing hard against her butt cheeks. Sabitri was at her weakest moment now unable to stop Bhima’s advances anymore. Bhima began softly kissing her exposed back while his hands cupped her big melons harder making her moan “Aaaahhhhhh…”.
He knew that he had her in his grip, just a little more effort and he would be between her legs fucking the most desirable woman in the entire village. The woman who every man lusts for… The woman who every husband visualizes while fucking his own wife.
Such was the effect Sabitri had on all the men folk. Sabitri was lost in the pleasures his hands were triggering while kneading her melons and his cock was giving in her butt. Bhima by now was squeezing her big boobs very tactfully while his fingers kept circling and teasing her hard nipples.