Ragini Bhabhi – Part 4 (A Taste of the Forbidden Fruits)

Hello y’all, Sam here. Thanks for the feedback many of you dropped last time, and a couple of you who met me in this horrid, cold Bangalore weather. Time to narrate the rest of my good old story. But before that, read the first three parts and then jump on to this one.

After she left, I just sat blankly. I don’t remember what I was thinking; it was kinda strange. The condom wrapper lay between the couch cushions, and that seemed to laugh at me, “Abey!” Just like that, another round of distance started.

For three days, we didn’t speak. I heard her door. I heard her slippers. But we didn’t meet. The colony talk had moved on from Rudresh’s money problems.

Now they said his boss, Sharma Sir, had given him a good chance. A week-long work trip to Mysore. A reward, people whispered. I knew what it really was. A way to get him out of the house.

The night before Rudresh left, he came to my door. He looked tired. “Sam, son. I need a favour.”

“Anything, Bhaiyya.”

“This trip. Sir says it can mean a permanent job for me, so I have to travel. Can you just… be around? ”

“Okay, bhaiyya. No problem.”

He patted my shoulder, relieved. “You are a good boy.” Those words hurt.

The next morning, I stood on my balcony. Rudresh put a small bag in a taxi as he waved at me. He left with Ragini bhabhi staying there. She didn’t move for a whole minute.

Then she turned and looked up at me. No smile. No nod. Just a look that said everything. That night on my couch. The shame. The dread of the days coming. Then she went inside.

The first day was quiet. Second day, the trouble came. It was evening. I was trying to read but couldn’t. Then I heard that voice in the corridor. I got stiff. I went to my door and looked through the gap.

He was at her door, standing too close. His cheap shirt was tight on his big stomach. “Arrey, Ragini beti! Rudresh told me to see that you are not lonely, no? What a caring husband you have.”

I saw her in the doorway, blocking it. “I am fine, Sir. Thank you.”

“Nonsense! What is this ‘fine’? A young, beautiful flower like you, drying up alone?” He tried to look past her. “I brought some sweets. And some… special wine. Good for stress. Let me come in, we will have a small party.”

“I don’t drink, Sir.”

“Then today you will learn!” he laughed, like it was a great joke. He stepped forward, trying to push past her.

That’s when I opened my door. The sound was loud. They both turned.

“Oh! Saurav,” the boss said, his smile fading a little. “Still playing watchman?”

“Bhaiyya told me to help Bhabhi with any heavy work while he is away,” I said, walking over. I stood right between him and the door. “You have something heavy to move, Sir?”

His eyes got small. He was used to bullying Rudresh. But I was not his worker. I was just a tall, angry college boy.

“I was just keeping his wife company. Being a good friend.”

“That is kind,” I said, not moving. “But she was just saying she has a bad headache and needs to sleep. Right, Bhabhi?”

Behind me, I felt her shake. Then her voice was stronger now. “Yes. A very bad one. Thank you for coming, Sir.”

His face got red. He looked from her to me. His eyes were saying things he couldn’t speak. With a grunt, he pushed the sweet box at me. “Give her this. Tell her to take care.” He gave Ragini one last, long look. “We will meet again soon, daughter. When you are… feeling better.”

He walked away with heavy steps on the stairs. We stood there until we couldn’t hear him. The tight feeling didn’t leave. It got worse, now mixed with a new danger we shared.

I turned. Ragini was leaning on the door, pale, her hands white where she held it. The fear from before was back, bigger.

“He will come back,” she whispered, voice empty. “He does not give up.”

A crazy idea came to my head. “Then don’t be here.”

She blinked. “What?”

“Get your purse. And…” I looked at her saree. “Wear something plain. A salwar. We are going out.”

“Sam, I cannot just-”

“You want to be here when he comes back with more ‘wine’?” I asked, voice low. “He thinks Rudresh said it was okay. He will break you down. Come. Just for some hours. To breathe.”

Her face fought with itself. Duty against want. Fear against a small, scary hope. Finally, she gave a tiny nod. “Give me five minutes,” she said as she went inside her room.

She came out in a light purple salwar kameez, and my god, wasn’t she cute?

“Where are we going?”

“Somewhere he would never look. Consider it a surprise, Bhabhi.”

I took her to Indiranagar to have some pizza. It wasn’t grand, but it had soft lights, wood seats, and no one we knew. Her eyes were big as we went in, seeing couples eating big, cheesy pizzas.

Bhabhi and I went to a corner *ahem ahem* for privacy. We got the menu, and funnily enough, she stared at it for a long time, like it was another language for her, with her basic control over English. “I have… never eaten this,” she said a few minutes later after looking at the images.

“Never had pizza?”

“Rudresh says it is junk food. Foreign nonsense.”

“Well, today, you decide,” I said.

She laughed and excitedly pointed at the plainest pizza there is, and her defence for that was “Let me try something plain.” Again, a funny scenario, but I obeyed my date’s order and called the captain to get us a medium Margherita and two Cokes.

When the pizza came, hot and smelling great, she looked at it with doubt and wonder. I showed her how to lift a slice, the cheese stretching. She copied me, and she took a small bite, chewed, and then her eyes opened wide. It was so cute to watch.

“Oh my goodness… Now I know why it’s good!”

“Accha, you like it, Bhabhi?”

“Very much,” and smiled like a baby getting a toy.

She gave me a genuine grin for the first time in weeks, and she looked all bubbly. Not gonna lie, that moment you know?

She started off taking it easy with the first couple of slices, but then she really got into the pizza. She was licking all the tomato sauce off her fingers, little thumb sucking. Watching her kinda made my mouth dry, and I wanted to enjoy as she did.

During this time, we had a good chat, not about Rudresh, or his boss, or the colony. We talked about silly things. The bad music is playing. The funny shape of a mushroom on her slice. The movies she liked as a girl.

For two hours, she wasn’t Ragini Bhabhi. She was just Ragini. A woman with a laugh like small bells and eyes that shone when she forgot to be sad.

Leaving, full and easy between us, we passed a shop with mannequins in Western clothes. Her eyes stopped on a simple black maxi dress. It was nice, sleeveless, with a small V-neck.

“You like that?” I asked.

“It is different,” she said, but her voice wanted it.

“Wait here.”

Before she could say no, I went inside. I bought it, guessing her size, not thinking. When I gave her the bag outside, she stared at it for a good whole minute, and that was a funny sight.

“Sam, no, I cannot-”

“It is a gift. For surviving your first pizza. And your worst boss.”

“But…”

“Just take it, Bhabhi. Please.”

She took the bag, holding it tight to her chest. The rumbles from the auto began to indicate that the journey had started. We didn’t speak much there, as I was lost in Ragini’s hair, flying waves that were making me melt. We had stolen a piece of a normal life. A date.

Back at the colony, we were careful, going in separately. An hour later, a knock came on my door. I went to the door, of course expecting Bhabhi, but when I opened it, my breath stopped.

She stood there, wearing the black maxi dress. It fit her like it was made for her. The cloth followed every curve. The V-neck was simple but showed the full, beautiful shape of her breasts pushing against the soft material. She had left her hair open, dark and falling on her shoulders.

She looked completely new. Not a traditional bhabhi. A stunning, modern woman. I got hard at once, painfully, against my jeans.

“You…” I swallowed. “You look…”

“Different,” she finished, coming inside without asking. She shut the door, leaned back against it as she stared with a blank eye at me. Now there was a slow, sure heat. “Thank you for today. For the pizza. For the dress. For… saving me from him.”

“You don’t need to thank me.”

“Haan? I do. Because I am not saying thank you just for that.”

Another step. No space left between us. Her eyes went down to the clear bulge in my jeans, then back to my face. No act. No waiting.

“I am not running this time, Sam,” she whispered.

I held her face and kissed her. This wasn’t like the fast, messy kiss from before. This was slow, deep, full of all the wanting from the past days. She fell into it at once, her hands in my hair, a soft sound coming from her throat into mine. Her lips were sweet from the Coke.

I took my hands off her face and let them slide down her nice shoulders, feeling the border of her dress. It was very much intentional, and so when my thumbs inadvertently brushed the tops of her breasts, she cried out in my mouth. It struck me at that very moment that it was the only thing I needed.

I pulled the neckline down a little, and the dress slid, showing her simple white bra under. I opened it with shaky fingers, and her breasts came free. God. They were perfect. Full and heavy, with large, light brown circles and those long, dark pink tips I had only seen a little before.

They were already hard, tight with need. I wanted to play them with my hands, but my sucking kink made sure that I was using my mouth and tongue this time. And I jumped right into it. “Ah!” Her cry was sharp, her back coming off the couch.

I moved my tongue around the hard point, sucking hard, while my hand held her other breast, rolling the tip between my finger and thumb. She was moving under me, shaking a little, but gripping my back. I gave attention to one tit, then the other, biting soft, licking, loving them as she was breathing fast.

“Sam… please…”

I shifted while I was kissing her quivering stomach, and I was pulling the soft fabric of the maxi dress, which was going up her hips. She was totally naked from the waist down. Seeing her like that, completely naked and wet, her thighs opening up for me, it really made my head spin.

I did not hold myself back. I put my face between her legs, and I licked her. When she was coming down in between breaths, I went up her body again with my lips, her belly, her breasts, and at last her lips. When she tasted herself on me, it sparked something hot inside of her.

She was getting more and more turned on. The feeling was getting stronger; it was like it was burning inside of her and reflected in our room too. With a shy yet strong gesture, she flipped me over onto my back and came on top of me. Her breasts were bare and beautiful in the faint light.

She looked down at the clear bulge in my pants. Her hands, so sure a moment before, now shook as she opened my button and zip. She pulled me out, her eyes wide, seeing me, thick and fully hard. Her fingers were wrapped around me, her indiscriminate touch initially.

As she proceeded, her touch became firmer. It was very awkward and still new. But just the fact of Ragini Bhabhi being there, in that little black dress, giving me a handjob. It was nearly enough to make me cum right there.

Her eyes were locked with mine, full of desire and a slight nervousness. “Do you… “, she murmured, her voice so faint over my loud heartbeat. “Do you want me to… put it in my mouth? ”

The very shy and modest way in which the question was asked was the most sexually appealing thing I had ever heard. “If you only want to, ” I managed to say, my voice being a bit husky.

“I want to,” she said, but she looked scared. “I just… I never have. Rudresh, he never…” She didn’t finish, but she didn’t need to. The idea that her own husband never wanted this from her made me feel angry and protective.

“Hey,” I said softly, sitting up a little to move her hair from her face. “We don’t have to.”
“I want to,” she insisted, her jaw setting with that familiar will. “I want to do this for you. I just… I’m scared I’ll do it wrong.”

An idea came to me. A way between her fear and our need. “Wait.”

I gently moved her off me and got up, taking my wallet. This time, my hands were steady. I took out a condom, opened it, and carefully rolled it onto myself. She watched, curious.

“There,” I said, lying back down. “Now you don’t have to think about taste or… anything. … whatever feels good to you.”

Understanding came to her face, then deep thanks. The barrier took away one layer of her worry. She bent down, her hair making a curtain around us, and softly touched the tip with her tongue. Then, getting brave, she took me into her mouth, over the rubber.

It was clumsy. She used too much teeth at first, then not enough pressure. Her rhythm was off. But none of that mattered. What mattered was the look of deep focus on her beautiful face, the feel of her warm, wet mouth around me, the sight of her bare breasts moving.

I guided her softly with my hands in her hair, not pushing, just showing her a speed. “Yeah… just like that… perfect, Ragini… so good.”

Hearing her name, not ‘Bhabhi’, seemed to open something in her. She got surer, taking me deeper, finding a rhythm that made my feet curl. Her newness was completely, totally sexy. I could feel the tightness building low in my stomach, a big wave coming.

“I’m going to cum,” I told her, my voice tight.

She didn’t pull away. She stayed there, eyes closed tight, taking me, taking all I gave until I burst with a deep sound, my hips coming off the couch, my sight going white at the edges.

I fell back. That is when she slowly pulled away from me. She sat up. Wiped her mouth with her hand. She had a look on her face, and she looked very happy about what just happened. Her face was red. She looked at the condom. Then she looked at me. A smile started to spread across her lips. It was a shy smile, but it was also very sexy.

Once more, she had done it. For herself. For me.

I brought her down beside me, holding her in my arms, kissing her forehead, her eyelids, her swollen lips. We lay there, sweaty and exhausted, and only our breathing getting slow was audible. The yellow light from the corridor window was cutting the floor, telling us it was still early in the night.

We had made our own world in this small, messy room. I looked at her, her head on my chest, her fingers drawing lazy circles on my skin, her stunning body still half in that black dress.

The night was young. And it was going to be very, very long.

That’s for part 4 now, hopefully I’ll be free from work quickly and drop part 5. If you have any feedback or want to catch up somewhere in Bangalore, drop your texts to: [email protected]. Much love to y’all and looking forward to hearing from you!