She was exactly 20 years younger than me (I’m 46). I didn’t know she was my wife’s sister when I first saw her. She was back after finishing her PG from Australia. Everyone was shocked to see her change so much in just 2 years.
When she left, I’d only seen my wife getting emotional and saying it’s hard for her sister because she’s so naïve.
We met for the first time at my place in Chandigarh. Immediately, my Saali came across as promiscuous. My cock stiffened at her sight. She was quite different from the photo I’d seen on my wife’s social media account.
My so-called sister-in-law was previously dressed in a yellow Patiala suit with butt-length black hair. I expected her to remain like that. The girl whom I saw after two years was wearing a white jumpsuit. She had layered hair till her mid-back.
Her whole appearance had changed for the better. She looked taller than I’d imagined. She was still a tall girl by any standards (at 5’7”). Guys were easily attracted to her sharp features and big boobs (34-26-34).
It all started between us on a day of Go-carting. Esha had bought a racing suit for the outing and wore it. It was a figure-hugging outfit that was ok for her narrow waist but slightly tight for her bulbous breast.
After the practice session, she came to me and asked me to check the zipper. I nervously handled her zip, all the time marveling at her figure.
Then she dropped a bomb by asking about her sister’s love life with me. I told her that the love was long gone from our marriage. While we were at it, I decided to ask her:
Namit: don’t you have a boyfriend?
Esha: Ya, he’s in Queensland
She winked mischievously. I looked for my wife, but she was engrossed with her mobile phone. So I moved closer to Esha with the excuse of checking her suit. She moved to a corner and let me inspect it from behind.
I ran my hands along her sides to see how well-maintained her figure was. She just smiled and kept mum. Next came her bums. They were round and a bit firm, as I’d expected.
While I was checking out her body, Esha backed up into my crotch, giving me an erection that wouldn’t subside. The last part was her upper body. I took the liberty to press her boobs from behind. She gasped and bent forward to hide her face.
After the race, my wife was surprised by the vigor with which I made love to her. This went on for a few days till Esha decided to go clubbing. My wife never liked to party but told me to accompany Esha.
Esha was sitting in the front seat wearing a mid-thigh length black dress. Her legs were smoothly shaved, and she was wearing high heels to boot. With flat ironed hair and sexy lip liner, she was dressed to kill. She danced for a while and was feeling awkward that l was watching.
Previously, her hair looked brown, but now in the black dress, it was apparent that there were different shades of brown, like the hair was toned. The thin shoulder straps of her dress meant that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Everything from her earrings to the color of her nails was geared toward sex.
We were both quiet while driving back. My wife had already slept. I went to Esha’s room to give her some water. She was putting on a satin robe. But the deal breaker was that Esha was stark naked under the night dress.
We gaped at each other for a moment and then kissed fervently. Esha’s body felt so soft and comfy that I sat down on her bed and made her sit on my lap. Both of us knew that my wife (her sister) was sleeping downstairs, in the master bedroom. We made out silently.
She couldn’t wait and got on top of me. I put on a condom and inserted it deep into her pussy. After rocking madly for a few minutes, she came with a smile. I also shuddered while cumming shortly. Esha was so energetic that I didn’t bother changing positions.
I hadn’t been with a young lady for years, so I enjoyed every minute of time spent with Esha. We kissed each other good night, and I went to my bedroom. Our romance was getting difficult day by day, but we somehow managed to meet.
It was New Year’s Eve, and we had already booked a hotel for the evening. Esha was busy on the dance floor. My wife was taking selfies to post online. I excused myself and went for a drink with friends. Esha came up from behind and announced that she wanted a shot.
After the round, she was feeling dizzy and asked me to take her back to where her sister was. Soon I found out it was all a ruse. Esha held my neck and kissed me on the lips.
Namit: What are you doing? The lights are still on!
Esha: Relax, Jiju, we are surrounded by people
It was true. The crowd was everywhere. While it lasted, I decided to take advantage of the cover and ruffled up Esha’s silky hair. She had a half-up hairstyle that was looking cute. Along with a 3 quarter dress, she was sexy as a bombshell.
We danced for some time till the lights were switched off. Esha came close to me and stood up on her toes. I felt her struggling and put my hand behind her. It was a pleasure to kiss freely with our chests touching and tongues tasting each other’s lips.
She was wearing a figure-hugging cardigan over a size 0 crop top. Cupping her breast under the top, I was rewarded with naked boobs. Her skin was smooth with the areola puckered. She gasped as I suddenly pulled her silky locks.
I wanted the moment to last forever, but Esha was saying something. We went to a secluded spot, and she repeated what she was saying earlier:
Esha: Jiju, my panty is in the handbag.
Namit: Ssh! Keep quiet, Luv.