When I was in college, I had to move to a city for college education since my parents were living in a village and there weren't any proper education facilities. I lived with my uncle and aunt. My aunt fascinated me ever since I was a kid. She stood a good 5'6" tall, shapely ass and belly with big tits. I always wanted to feel her body all naked. Often I would peep in the bathroom and try to get a look at her tits and cunt whenever the luck would have it. I remember my small pecker erecting, when I use lie down beside her even while I was a kid. She was so very sexy that there were numerous instances to notice guys ogling at her and passing lewd remarks when I use to walk beside her in the streets.
Also, I had heard neighbors talk all kinds of lewd talks about my aunt. Not forgetting to add here, that my aunt has this usual habit of wearing tight dresses that would hide very little. For e.g. her kurtas (a type of Indian shirt) were all of plunging neckline, which showed quite a lot of her tits and then while going out she would take a flimsy dupatta (Indian viel) which hardly did little to hide those jugs. Also, it needs to mention that her bras would be of contrasting colors, like she would wear red or black bra with white or light colored kurtas and white bra with dark kurtas. I always thought that the talk about my aunt was basically because she was sexy and wore revealing dresses all the time.
Also she had long waist length hair and she took great care of them. She would shampoo them regularly and when loose it would make a U shape over her back and sway during her walks. Why to talk of others, even it was feast for me and a great source of masturbating for me. Anyway nothing much serious occurred in my thoughts till one bad day I met with an accident when I was away on a college tour and had my leg broken near the hip. I was hardly 19 then. I was admitted in a hospital some 300 Kms far from my home. We had a cabin for us and the doctors had me operated and then I had to be bedridden in hospital for more than a month. My aunt was there for taking care of me since my uncle could not leave the place and my parents had gone on a two month tour for an all India pilgrimage. Nothing much happened for a week except for me observing the doctors, compounders and even the sweepers ogling at my aunt. It was working as an advantage for me, for due to my aunt I was getting much better attention by all concerned. Well, why to blame anybody, because she looked so very sexy and virile that any man having desires of sex is bound to get tempted and my aunt always loved those kinds of stares.
She never bothered to cover her big bosoms when the male viewers were getting a good look at them. Instead I could see a weird smile on her face when she would know that the viewer is mesmerized by the view. As time passed on there was this sweeper named Hari who would visit every morning to clean the room. He was in his early twenties, dark and very athletic type figure. Before sweeping the floor he would pick up clothes lying down on the floor. One thing was noticeable that just before Hari would come to clean, my aunt would drop her bra on the floor. So it became a routine that Hari had to pick up the bra for sure, and during the course of picking he would move his hands inside the cups as if feeling the mounds. Aunt use to watch this secretly and both would pass a mysterious smile at each other.
Slowly things started working between Hari and my Aunt. Now he would pay special attention to my aunt and visit frequently to our cabin. He would bring water, food and sometimes flowers also and give it to my aunt. I could see my Aunt dressing more revealingly and put makeup just before it was time for Hari to come.
She would keep her hair open and well combed. She made a point that when Hari was in the room, she would go to the toilet and sooner or later Hari would excuse himself and follow her. So, I was in no doubt that they even might be smooching there or possible fucking coz when Hari would come he would have his crotch all wet and patchy. But I kept quite as I could hardly do anything even if she fucks around with Hari. As days passed by Hari started bringing along two of his friends also along with him and introduce them to my aunt. The first friend Hari brought along was Kumar and second was named Sonu.
Both were well built with tall figure but were dark skinned and shabby. Also they all smelled bad, as I don't think they were bathing regularly. Soon Kumar and Sonu flirted well with my aunt and started visiting regularly. They would bring sweets, flowers and sometimes clothes for my aunt. Whenever they came, they asked for the bathroom and my aunt would then show them the way and in the process, I am sure they would be having a handful of my aunt's breasts or my aunt would have tweaked their cocks. Sometimes she would be pulled inside the bathroom and then she would show up after about 15 minutes. It left little to doubt that these hooligans had fucked my aunt inside the bathroom. They would show great affection towards me and feigned that they were just visiting out of mankind and helping a lonely aunt whose son is being medically treated. However I was sure that these hooligans were having a fuck of their lifetime by getting a Punjabi sexy woman.