Adultery Fucking Friend’s Wife Preeti

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I also said sorry if I was rough or for the pain. She laughed and assured me that she also loves Jot and wants this for their happy future life. Her being pregnant would complete everything in her life.

Then we realized that Jot might come anytime and I also got a call from Jas. I told Jas that we were having coffee and I would be back soon. I just tidied up, wore my clothes and Sim was still lying there with legs raised. Man, she looked like a fairy with those fair skin and pink nipples.

She got up and held my hand and asked me to promise to do this for this whole week of her ovulation. I had said yes and tweaked her nipple in fun. I kissed her and bid bye. While going she gave me ashwagandha supplements.

She said to have them as they increase the sperm count for being sure that she conceives these days. I just kissed bye and left. We then had these encounters the whole week. I will surely share the same in the next stories.

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Best Friends Exchange Cars And Wives

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I believe for men cars and wives are alike. Usually, they don’t share these two with anyone. Still, many males give their cars to specific people to drive. And there are very few males, like my husband and his close friend Deepak who give their wives too, to specific people to ride.

Yes! This is about wife swapping between two best friends. It all began with the exchange of cars and finally reached to the exchanging of wives.

For an introduction, I would say my husband Arun and Deepak are childhood friends. Since they were in the 3rd standard. But soon after collegeing somehow they lost contact. Later, thanks to Facebook they once again came in touch after around 15-16 years.

By now both were married. I, Pooja married to Arun and Deepak married to Ridhima. We, both the couples are married more or less from the last seven years. Both the marriages were love marriages and at present, we all are reaching our mid-thirties.

I am a mother of one but Ridhima is mentally yet not prepared for a child. The males; Arun and Deepak are tall, more or less 5’10’, broad shoulders with a bit of tummy. Physically as well as mentally they are almost alike. But females, I and Ridhima are very far from each other in looks and otherwise.

Ridhima is fair with average looking face and light brown eyes. Whereas I am good looking but dusky in color with big black eyes. Tall, not exact but almost the same as males with a flat belly. Ridhima has balanced fleshed all over her body.

But I am barely 5’5” with a lot of extra flesh over my arms, thighs, and hips. She has perfect round medium-sized breasts but mine are huge. Her hairs are dark brown with few golden tints ending few inches below her shoulders. My hairs are black and long, ending a few inches above my waist.

Ridhima wears only western outfits. Because I live with my in-laws, also physically I am a bit plump I rarely wear western outfits. I must mention this fact too. I and Ridhima are different not just in appearance but we are also dissimilar in overall nature.

I am a little reserved with a bit of sheep thinking. But Ridhima is very straight forward and far open-minded than me. Anyway, while moving back to the sequence I would say after meeting on Facebook after 15 years my husband Arun and Deepak were like gone mad for each other.

In the next two or two and a half years we saw dozens of movies together and had countless drinks and dinners at each other’s place. Like the males soon we two females also got close to each other like childhood friends.

A couple of months before when all this happened, we (both the couples) bought new cars. Both SUVs but different brands and soon Arun and Deepak started exchanging their cars at regular intervals. No problem! Not for a moment did I feel anything wrong in this.

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But things turned nasty on New Year’s Eve get-together. It was held in Deepak and Ridhima’s flat. Like always my child was left with my in-laws at home and it was just we 4 in the house. I was wearing formal salwar kameez with entire marital makeup while leaving the house.

But after reaching the venue I was forced to change into a western outfit by my husband. Time was 10:00 or a bit more when we reached Ridhima’s place. Till 11:30 we had a lot of snacks along with drinks. I was two drinks down of scotch. Ridhima and both the males were three drinks down of the same.

Then suddenly Deepak came out with a thought of dancing on the New Year moment with each other’s partners. Everything was preplanned by both guys and Ridhima. So when Deepak came up with this idea everyone except me behaved fascinated.

There were yet 20-25 minutes left for the New Year. Ridhima quickly made one more set of drinks for all of us. I was not willing to have more as I was already feeling drunk. But Arun insisted. And soon after ending our drinks we, all four, came in the middle of the living room to dance.

Deepak played a particular romantic number which was appropriate for the kind of dance we decided to do. Ridhima reduced the lights. Music started and with exchanged spouses, we all came close to each other. Holding my one hand in his, Deepak moved his other hand to my back.

I accomplished the ballroom posture putting my left hand on his upper shoulder. Nothing wrong, looking into each other’s eyes with a bit of smashed smile. We, I and Deepak moved slowly on the rhythm. I saw Arun and Ridhima were also dancing in the same pattern.

A couple of minutes passed and from my back, Deepak’s hand moved down to my waist. Yet no problem and I continued dancing with Deepak without much hesitation. A couple more minutes passed. In the meantime, I did not bother to see Arun and Ridhima.

I was waiting for the clock to reach midnight. Suddenly Deepak moved his hand further down and rested his palm over my ass. I removed his hand from my bottom instantly and looked up at his face with a question in my eyes. He asked me to see behind.

I turned and saw Arun’s hand was also on Ridhima’s ass. I was surprised and for a fraction looked at Deepak. he was smiling. I turned again to see my husband. I saw his hand squeezing Ridhima’s ass. That was unpleasant. But before I could react, Deepak slipped his hand over my ass again and squeezed me the same way.

I removed his hand swiftly again. But before I would have moved away, he once again took hold of my fleshy ass and squeezed it.”Arre yaar thoda bohut to chalta hai…” Deepak said that as I got away from him. To my surprise, my husband supported Deepak and asked me not to feel shy.

He somewhat showed me his hand which was resting on Ridhima’s ass. “Ab tum sharmao matt.Dekho main bhi touch kar raha hun Ridhima ko.” After saying that he once again squeezed her ass. Turning her head Ridhima smiled while looking at my face.

That was unbelievable! How can Arun do that? Moreover, how can Ridhima accept that? I was speechless. Without saying a word I tried to gaze Arun in objection. He ignored me and turned Ridhima back in dancing posture. He continued moving on music beats with his hands on her ass.

“Come, let’s dance,” saying that Deepak once again took me in his arms. With mild hesitation, I continued to dance with him. I saw Arun repeatedly and his hand did not stop playing with Ridhima’s ass. To my revelation, Ridhima seemed to enjoy all that.

Even Deepak’s hand stayed on my waist. As he saw Arun playing with his wife’s ass continuously he too landed his hand over my ass and squeezed it. Ridhima was fine with it but it was not accepted to me. I once again tried to get away from him. Gripping me harder Deepak asked me to relax.

I was feeling drunk with whatever Deepak was doing with me. But I was not willing to dance with him. I suppressed my hesitation with the thought that he is drunk. It is a matter of a couple of more minutes until the clock reaches midnight.

Unexpectedly, assuming my neglect as my acceptance, Deepak started playing with my ass. He rubbed his hand all over my bottom and squeezed my ample flesh repeatedly. Just like my husband was playing with his wife’s ass. By the time clock reached midnight, he was completely turned on.

While shouting ‘Happy New Year’, he clenched me hard against his firm chest. Arun also screamed the same from somewhere behind at the same time. I tried to push Deepak, mainly to see my husband. But he was too powerful. After crushing my breasts with his chest he grabbed my ass and tried to pick me up.

Anyhow that was not possible for him without my consent. Soon after getting away from him, I looked back to see my husband. I was shocked to see Arun lifting Ridhima and her legs wrapped around his waist. “Arun!” addressing his name I somewhat yelled in shock.

The next instant releasing Ridhima back on the floor he moved to me. He hugged me saying ‘Happy New Year’. Not just Deepak but Arun was also smashed. I could make out from his body language. Next Ridhima also came to me and hugged me. I realized that she is also in the same state.

“Feeling jealous?” looking into my eyes Ridhima asked me with a naughty smile. I tried to bring my expressions back to normal and denied being jealous of a tiny smile. I thought that it is just a momentary obsession. Now everything will get to normal.

But next both men settled down on different couches with one more drink in their hands. Ridhima came and sat down in my husband’s arm and took a sip from his drink. It was unpleasant to see. But assuming that she is just trying to give me envy feeling. I smiled to suppress my real sentiment.

The very next instant Deepak got up from his place and sat beside me and took me in his arms the same way. I looked at Arun and there were no odd expressions over his face. Rather he smiled looking at me and asked Deepak to give me a sip from his drink.

Hearing that from Arun, Deepak tried doing that. Obviously I resisted. I was already feeling drunk and I tried a lot to avoid. But wrapping his arms around me Deepak did not stop insisting me until I took one sip from his drink. After that I almost released myself from Deepak’s arms.

But Ridhima went more into my husband’s embrace and started sharing his drink properly. “Now you are feeling jealous?” she smiled while asking me again. Shaking my head, I continued suppressing my real emotions with a casual smile. Ridhima was drunk and I thought she is just trying to tease me.

That’s what anyone in my place would have assumed. But everything was running as planned. After taking a couple of more sips from my husband’s glass Ridhima challenged me that I will certainly feel jealous if she will kiss Arun. “Agar main Arun ko kiss karungi tab to tum definitely jealous feel karogi.”

I got perturbed with what she said. But I did not react over her words. I could not imagine that she could be serious over that. but soon after seeing my firm facial expressions she turned her face to Arun and started sucking his lips. What is that? I was not surprised. But I was traumatized.

I was jammed in my place with my heart beating fast. I turned my head to look at Deepak. He moved ahead and planted his lips over mine. Now what is that? I was more than shocked and I pushed him. Before I could get up from there, Ridhima got up from her place and sat beside me.

“Let’s have group sex!” Ridhima said.

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Ridhima got up from her place and sat beside me. “Let’s have group sex!” Ridhima said. She smiled and while saying that moved her hands on my breasts roughly. That was erotic and her touch stirred me with a strange sensation. Yet I was not so drunk.

I removed her hands from my breasts in disagreement. Ridhima straightaway took off her t-shirt and threw it away. No words, truly speaking friends I don’t have any words to describe the state of my mind at that moment. Till then for me, it was just that Arun is crazy about Ridhima.

He has always ended up fucking me after meeting her on such drink and dine parties. I knew that Deepak is also crazy about me. Ridhima has shared this truth with me. But anyhow I could not imagine these two along with Ridhima can think of being so nasty.

Ridhima was wearing a white color stylish bra. After looking in my eyes with a smile she turned to see my husband. No wonder seeing her fair breasts caged in tight bra Arun smiled with evident lust in his eyes. Seeing his reaction I screamed and got up from my place.

With me, everyone got up. As I moved a bit close to Arun, holding my wrist he pulled me and wrapped his arm around my waist. No time to think as everything was running fast. I was yet not out of the shock of what Ridhima just did. Arun lifted my t-shirt and managed to take it out.

I once again screamed in shock. Without looking at Ridhima and Deepak, I tried to get my t-shirt back from my husband. But he threw it away. We both females were topless now. But with the entirely different mindset, me in shock and Ridhima in pleasure.

Before I would have thought about rushing towards my t-shirt, Ridhima came from behind and bumped into me. “Let’s do it!” she spoke and her hands once again squeezed my breasts rough and hard. I puffed in low voice but tried to get away from her.

Arun blocked my movement. “Let’s do it!” he too spoke the same words. He reached to my waist to unbutton my jeans. “Please, Arun, what are you doing?” saying that I removed his hands from my waist. But before I could do that, Ridhima drifted straps of my bra down from my shoulder.

I shouted again and for an instant saved my breasts from getting exposed. But the next instant Arun grabbed me from my waist. Clenching me hard against his chest and started kissing me. He was my husband but it was weird. I resisted but failed to stop him.

After a minute, I started responding to his kiss. “Aaj hum group sex karenge.” after kissing me Arun did not ask me, he told me that. With that, he moved his hands on my back to unhook my bra. I was yet not prepared. I tried to stop him. He asked me to turn and see Ridhima “Ridhima ko dekho.”

I turned and I was shocked to see her standing just in her panty. Next Ridhima smiled and moved ahead. She once again clenched my breasts from behind and said, “Aaj hum dono cars hai aur ye dono ek dusre ki car chalyenge.” (Today we are cars and they will drive each other’s cars).

I was not willing but I was drunk. And hearing Ridhima’s words I felt losing control over myself. Ridhima continued squeezing my breasts from behind after removing my bra completely. I did not protest much when my husband unbuttoned my jeans.

I was already topless and soon my jeans also went down to my feet. Ridhima did that. Seeing my uneasiness, Arun smiled a bit and once again kissed me long and deep. Mentally I was yet not completely into the act. But I was getting aroused with every passing moment.

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Soon after breaking the kiss Arun also started taking off his clothes. Deepak was standing somewhere behind me. I heard Ridhima asking him to take off his clothes too. My heart started beating hard. I did not turn around to see him. I did not dare to see him.

But holding my wrist, Ridhima pulled me and asked me to turn around. I saw by now Ridhima was stark naked. But Deepak was yet wearing his underwear. I was also just in panty with my breasts exposed to Deepak. I blushed as he smiled while looking at my sagging melons.

He took off his underwear in front of my eyes. In the meantime, Arun also took off all his clothes. He moved forward to me and drifted my panty down to my feet. Once again I don’t have any words to describe the sensation I was going through.

Standing stark naked with three others ready to get into group action. Certainly, by now sexually I was well charged. But my heart was still beating in a strange fear. My arousal and uneasiness enhanced when wrapping his arm around my waist. My husband brought me close to Deepak.

He came out saying, “Ye le. Tu meri car chala. Main teri car chalata hun.” (Take it. You drive my car. I will drive your car.)

Virtually I and Ridhima were nothing more than cars for our husbands. Soon both the males took each other’s cars and occupied different couches. Deepak was crazy about my big breasts. I knew this as I have seen him staring them countless times.

After kissing me for a minute he started sucking and squeezing them like a hungry animal. I was moaning and gasping. Just like me, Ridhima was also panting in the same pleasure. Deepak and I were on the 3-seater and a few feet away Ridhima and Arun were on a kind of divan.

Deepak was chewing my long and hard nipples. I saw Arun laid Ridhima on her back and buried his face into her thighs. Ridhima grunted in pleasure and smiled while looking at me. Seeing his wife getting sucked Deepak too asked me to lay down on my back.

Eventually, I too hissed in pleasure as Deepak folded my legs inwards. He started licking my wet fuck-hole while sitting on the floor. In a few more seconds, the room was filled with mine and Ridhima’s moans. Holding Arun’s head with her hands Ridhima was enjoying getting licked by my husband.

But I was yet not completely out of my uneasiness. I can’t say I was not enjoying. Wiggling his thick tongue in my fuckhole Deepak was licking me so good and deep. I could not bear that pleasure. But there was something which was holding me to express my enjoyment.

I could not throw this fact out that I am getting fucked by somebody other than my husband. But on the other couch, everything was going well. Ridhima was just not moaning in pleasure but she was asking Arun to suck her hard. Anyway, things moved further when Arun stopped sucking Ridhima.

Addressing Deepak, Arun told him that now he is going to fuck his wife. “Deepak, bus ab main chodne laga hun teri biwi ko.” Deepak replied saying the same, “Main bhi chodne laga hun teri biwi ko.” Eventually, both the males stopped sucking fuckholes and got up to plunge them.

Ridhima was on the divan on her back. For an instant, Arun rolled over her in the same posture. But the 3-seater couch on which I was laying was not that wide. Deepak asked me to get up and come to the bedroom. Seeing us going in the bedroom Arun and Ridhima also decided to get onto the same bed.

I don’t know if it was their excitement of that moment that after sucking our fuckholes they straight away thought about fucking. But as we all reached the bed they decided to get their cocks sucked. It was Arun who asked Ridhima to suck his cock.

Seeing his wife ready to suck my husband, Deepak too asked me to suck his cock. By now mentally I was more than ready to get fucked by him. But I was not willing to suck him. I denied doing that and Arun started requesting me to do it while hugging me and kissing me.

What to do? Finally suppressing my hesitation I agreed to suck Deepak. Soon both the males stood on their knees on the bed. I and Ridhima started sucking each other’s wedded cocks. “Oh, yes, Ridhima, Chus mera lund. Achhe se chus.”

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My husband Arun began speaking erotic as Ridhima took him in her mouth. Deepak followed him by addressing me “Oh, Pooja. Meri jaan. You are mine. And I will fuck you the whole night.” Once started both the males did not stop moaning while speaking nasty for each other’s wives.

As it usually happens with me, hearing nonsense erotic Hindi I got further aroused. Not precisely but Deepak and Arun were almost the same size. Initially, I was sucking him casually, just to do it. But slowly as got aroused I took almost half of his dick in my mouth.

I rubbed my tongue over its tip repeatedly and Deepak went mad in pleasure. He caressed my hair while grunting in pleasure. Holding them aside he saw my face filled with his cock and praised my beauty On the other side, Ridhima was also holding Arun deep in her mouth while sucking him hard.

Like Deepak, Arun was also moaning like crazy. “Ridhima, you are my doll. I love you, baby.” I and Ridhima sucked each other’s husband’s cock nicely and felt them growing harder in our mouths. Then both the males stopped us and took us into their desired postures.

Lying on his back Arun asked Ridhima to ride on him. I was asked to get on my fours. Deepak was crazy for my bottom too. I didn’t know that he told me as I turned around. “Pooja, I love your ass.” Saying that he once again buried his mouth in my fuckhole and licked my opening from behind like a real dog.

I groaned in pleasure and unconsciously bent my upper half. I lifted my bottom to give him better access to my fuckhole. Oh, wow! Deepak was crazy, with no hesitation, no pause. He buried his face in my ass and licked my fuckhole so deeply.

I failed to hold myself in that posture and collapsed on the bed on my belly. Oh god by now I was dying to get fucked. I puffed in relief when Deepak climbed on me after putting a pillow under my belly. He plunged me while sitting on my ass.

On the other side, Ridhima took Arun in her fuckhole while sitting around his waist. In just a few seconds, the room was packed with our pleasure moans. Screaming in the intense pleasure, I was on my belly with a pillow. My legs stretched in a big ‘V’. And digging my fuckhole with steady pace Deepak was crushing me under his massive weight. The same thing was happening with Arun on the other side.

Ridhima was riding on him like a hungry bitch. Somewhat killing my husband in pleasure, Ridhima was driving his entire length in her fuckhole. Moving her bottom up and down, back and forward in a circular motion. Arun was crying ecstasy like I never have seen him crying with me.

Anyway, they, Ridhima and Deepak fucked us consistently for a minute or bit less. as Ridhima got tired she broke the posture. Seeing her Deepak also stopped fucking me from behind. Next Ridhima lay on her back. Deepak turned me around.

Soon lying on our top with their cocks in our fuckholes both the males started kissing us. I don’t have words to describe my mood at the moment. Deepak, Ridhima, and Arun were hesitation free since the beginning. But now I was also fallen into their mind-set.

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Lust was gone so worst in me that I was enjoying fucking with another male without any guilt and hesitation. Deepak was kissing me while driving his length in my fuckhole. Holding him in my embrace I was kissing him back with all my affection. Beside me, Arun and Ridhima were also doing the same.

Ridhima was grabbing my husband in her arms and long legs. Arun was also pumping her while kissing her deep. “Ridhima, my doll, I will fuck you, baby. I will fuck you hard.” Next, that’s what I heard from Arun. With that, he started fucking her hard and fast.

What else? Seeing him fucking his wife enthusiastically Deepak also started fucking me the same way. “Pooja, tu meri jaan hai aur ab main tujhe roz chodunga, baar baar chodunga.” That’s what Deepak uttered for me and started grunting loud while screwing me deep and fast.

No wonder I and Ridhima were also panting in pleasure. But a few more seconds passed and both the males climbed high in passion. We, both the females began shouting loud with a brutal fucking. While getting fucked vigorously by Deepak I could not see how hard Arun is fucking Ridhima.

But I knew his fervor and energy very well. I must say none among the two were less. As both the males were thrusting their hips back and forward with an uncontrollable pace. I was crying with woofing gasps. Ridhima was also hissing endlessly.

But no mercy even for their best friend’s wives. Both the males continued thrashing us as if we are cheap sluts. In the end, they squeezed their entire length in our fuckholes. I orgasmed hard with tremors passing through my body. Soon Ridhima’s shattered cries also rang in my ears.

Deepak and Arun also grunted loud while releasing their seeds in each other’s wedded wives. In the end, they rolled away from our top. What the hell! Sweating and puffing in pleasure. Finally, we all were dead tired. Without saying a word, somehow we all adjusted ourselves on the bed for a few minutes.

It was Ridhima who got up first. It was Arun who broke the silence saying, “Maza aa gaya.” Ridhima entered the washroom first and Arun followed her. As they disappeared from our sight, Deepak came close to me and kissed me. My fucking fever was over.

I was feeling really very weird. yet I responded to his kiss. Later, as Arun and Ridhima came out, I and Deepak entered the washroom. Soon after wearing our clothes we all once again gathered in the living room. No need to say, we all were smashed.

We all had a cup of hot tea. Well, what to say, during and also after tea except me everyone was normal. Flirting and passing nasty comments for each other’s wives. Arun and Deepak were like nothing odd had happened. To my surprise, Ridhima was also well indulged with them.

Apparently, I was also into the talk. But deep inside I was feeling guilty over what I have done. After around 15-20 minutes of ending our tea, I denied having sex with Deepak. Both the males picked me and brought me to the bed and fucked me one after another.

It was Arun who plunged me first. He fucked me for a couple of minutes. Later Deepak fucked me hard and fast until he released his jizz in my fuckhole. Next after around 10 minutes of my fucking with two, the same thing happened with Ridhima in the other bedroom.

It was Arun who spewed in her fuckhole. The fucking night ended there. I don’t know about Deepak and Ridhima, but Arun slept soon after falling on the bed. I remained awake in a strange depression until I reached back home the next day.

Well, in the end, I would say initially, for a month I had fallen into an intense depression. But Ridhima worked hard to bring me out of it. Now I have accepted this swinging as a part of my life. Actually from the last 2-3 years we, I and Arun were somewhat bored with our regular sex life.

We were doing role-playing to kill that boredom. But now since real swinging has begun our sex life has found another peak of excitement. The same thing has happened with Deepak and Ridhima.

I don’t know what we are doing is right or wrong. But certainly, it is weird and sinning. Yet it is wonderful and very satisfying. Readers if possible give your feedback. I and Ridhima would love to read your comments.

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I don’t know what we are doing is right or wrong. But certainly, it is weird and sinning. Yet it is wonderful and very satisfying. Readers if possible give your feedback. I and Ridhima would love to read your comments.

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My Wife Fucking My Friend

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Hi, this is Raj. This is my story about how my sweet and sexy wife Jasmine was fucked by my friend. So it happened two years ago. I was 33 years old and Jasmine was 29 years old. We have a daughter. I worked as a marketing manager and had to stay out of home for many days.

Jasmine also worked from home through her laptop. Rather she was a very good wife. I am 5.8 ft with a decent build and Jasmine is 5.6 ft with a god-gifted marvelous figure. She’s 37-28-36. With huge boobs and nice round hips. She always wears a skin-tight salwar and leggings which reveals her figure more.

Our sex-life was pretty good. She was satisfied with my 5.5 inches dick. But I use to think that a hot woman like her deserves more. The only problem was I couldn’t give her much time due to my work.

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One day I got a message on my phone from my college friend Mohan. He told that he has come to India from London for a few months. Mohan was my best friend during college days. He’s almost 6.3 ft tall from Kerala with a huge built and also the basketball champion of our college.

Slightly dark-skinned, every girl from college had a crush on him. He has fucked many girls from our college and also our science teacher Shalini madam. But he was a good person from heart. After college, he went to London for a higher career.

That night in bed I told Jasmine about Mohan about his affairs etc. I saw from her eyes that it made a masculine image of him on her. She was impressed and willing to meet him. After one week I got a call from Mohan that he was in my city. I gave him my address within half an hour he arrived.

We met after years and were so happy to see each other. Jasmine also met and greeted him. We chatted for a long time. Then he suddenly complimented about Jasmine and said that she’s very beautiful. I became happy and then we had lunch. I told him to take rest in the guest room.

When I came inside our room Jasmine also complimented Mohan’s looks and built and she liked his nature. Upon hearing this suddenly something clicked my mind. I imagined Mohan fucking my wife in my mind. That thought aroused me so much that I immediately threw Jasmine to bed and made her naked.

She also hungrily tore my dress and I made passionate love to her fucking her hard. She made blood marks on my back with her nails. That day I thought of experimenting. I told Mohan to stay at my house as a guest for a few days. Then I told him that I have to go out of the city for a few days.

Little did he and my wife know that I had connected all the CCTV cameras of my house to my laptop. The next day I left. But I instead went to my office. I told my boss that I will be staying in the office guest house for 3 days and went there. In the afternoon I switched on my laptop and started watching.

Mohan and Jasmine were in the dining room. They were chatting casually. Mohan was boasting about how he was number one in sports from his childhood days. My wife suddenly teased him that he was number one in a different thing also. He asked what was that she’s talking about.

She then teasingly told him that she knew about his college affairs. Mohan became red hearing this and said those were just experiences of his teenage time. Then suddenly he asked Jasmine about me if I am a good husband and takes good care of her.

She told him in a slight low tone that I am good. But due to my work, I couldn’t give her enough time. Mohan than suddenly took her hand and kissed that. He looked into her eyes telling that she’s very beautiful and she deserves more than what I give her. Jasmine became happy and thanked him.

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He then asked her what she thinks about him. She paused for a moment and then complimented him about his well-built body. She also told that he’s good. He thanked her and then asked her that if she likes him can he kiss her on the lips. Before she could say anything he planted a kiss on her lips.

She became red and then seriously told him it’s not right and went from there. She went into our bedroom to check on our daughter who was sleeping and slept beside her. I saw Mohan casually went into the guestroom and started watching a movie.

I switch off my laptop and started thinking about what I saw. My friend just kissed my wife. It aroused me. In the evening again I started watching what’s happening. Mohan and Jasmine both were in the guestroom. Most probably Jasmine went there to give him tea and Mohan asked her to sit.

Mohan was apologizing to her about the day incident. She told him it’s ok. Mohan told her he couldn’t control himself. After all, she’s so beautiful. Jasmine again thanked her and was about to leave. Suddenly Mohan grabbed her hand. He asked her if he can kiss one more time.

Jasmine told no and asked him to leave her. He told just one time please and then he stood up and pulled her towards him. She struggled to free herself and requested him to leave her. But he grabbed her waist and planted a kiss on her lips. This time it was a long one he started sucking her lips.

Jasmine was still not reciprocating him and trying to free herself. But his intense kissing made her weak. Then suddenly she stopped struggling and was just pushing him slightly. Mohan kissed her for almost 5 minutes then he started kissing her neck. She was moaning with pleasure but also trying to push him.

Then Mohan went down and started kissing her nipples from outside her dress. She was red in pleasure but was requesting him to stop. Then Mohan removed his shirt and became bare-bodied. Upon seeing his huge built body and huge hairy chest my already red wife completely lost control of herself.

She started submitting herself. Mohan than started kissing her neck and lips again. This time she was not resisting him and was moaning high. But still, she managed to somehow control herself and pushed him away. I was shocked then to settle things I called her on mobile.

She picked up and I told her that I will be not coming home for a few days. So she should take care of Mohan and give him what he wants. Then I cut the phone. Mohan laughed hearing this. He grabbed her again and said, “Look, your husband wants you to give me what I want.”

She said, ” Do you really want me?” He replied, “Yes, baby I want you.” Then without saying any other thing, he removed her salwar and started kissing her. This time she was in control of him. Then he unhooked her bra and her huge tits became free. He became mad upon seeing that.

He lifted her and threw her on the bed. Then he jumped on her. He started sucking her breasts, fondling them, while she was moaning. I couldn’t believe that my stud friend from college seduced my wife in front of me. And now was making love to her!

Mohan then kissed her navel and sent her to heaven while fondling her breasts hard. She began lactating milk Mohan saw that and started drinking, sucking her nipples. Then he removed her leggings and panties and made her totally naked. He paused for a moment.

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Watching her figure and how she was trembling and shaking with lust. He then unzipped his pants and removed them revealing his huge bulge outside from his underwear. Jasmine was mesmerized upon seeing this and took his dick in her hand, trying to pull off his underwear.

Mohan laughed and willingly removed his underwear. I saw his dick for the first time. It was almost twice my size and thick. Jasmine said, “I have never seen a dick this much big. I can’t take it.” Mohan replied, “Oh my dear, today you will feel a real man’s dick. I am going to fuck you very hard.”

Upon saying this he started kissing her. Jasmine also started stroking his dick with one hand. Then he positioned himself between her legs and placed his shaft on her pussy lips. She was moaning hard. Mohan started pushing his dick inside her wet vagina. She started moaning very hard and pulled him toward her.

Then, with a big stroke, he pushed his entire dick inside her. Jasmine cried in pain and pleasure he started fucking her. In between this, I didn’t realize that I was already stroking my rock hard dick. There Mohan was fucking the shit out of my wife. Kissing her lips. Sucking her breasts. Drinking her milk.

She was in heaven as she was getting a huge dick for the first time. At least for forty to forty-five minutes, he drilled her hard. Giving her multiple orgasms back-to-back. Then he increased his pace. I realized he’s going to cum. He was fucking her very hard and she was crying in utmost pleasure.

Then with a huge groan, he came deep inside her womb. Their mixed juices were dripping from her pussy. After a few minutes laying on her, Mohan took out his dick. It was flaccid but still bigger than my erect dick. They got up and dressed.

Jasmine ran away from there in grief and upon reaching the bedroom she started crying, holding our daughter. I became sad upon seeing her like this and called her. She picked up my phone. I told her that I am coming home and lied that my tour was canceled midway.

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Fucking Vishal’s Wife

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Fucking Vishal’s Wife

My name is Ajil. I am a 34-year-old software engineer basically from Kerala but working in Dubai. I am 5ft 8 inches tall. A fit body and 6-inch rock solid dick. My specialty is that I can make any ladies squirt with my finger and also with my dick.
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The story is about how I fucked my colleague Vishal’s wife. Vishal was a technical engineer in our company and he is from Tamil Nadu. He was married with 2 kids and his wife’s name was Saranya. Vishal was an average figure kind of person and Saranya was a sexy looking lady with fat ass and big boobs.

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Her hips were curvy. Her figure should be 36-34-38. She was just 5ft 3 inches tall. But had a lustful face. I used to meet them some times in malls doing shopping. Saranya was 34 then. About the same age as me. She used to wear churidars and jeans mostly.

Whenever we met in the malls there would some of my friends with me. Mostly girls and Saranya used to give me a naughty smile too. I used to greet the kids whenever I see them. One day I saw a friend’s request from Saranya on my Facebook. I accepted her request. She started messaging me.

Saranya: Hi!

Me: Hi. How are you?

Saranya: I am good. How was your day?

Me: Good.

Saranya: Do you have too much work in the office?

Me: Not so much. I get a lot of free time. Why did you ask?

Saranya: Vishal is always busy and he is also tired when he gets back home.

Me: He is in a different department. But even then, I don’t think he has that much work.

And so our conversations increased and slowly we started chatting on WhatsApp. Saranya a friendly person and used to talk a lot. Slowly she started texting me about her sex life.

Saranya: Vishal is always tired after his office. I don’t know what to do with him.

Me: Why don’t you guys go for a walk or go to some malls? Or maybe ask him to go to the gym so that he stays energetic always?

Saranya: I have told all this but he never listens. He likes to sleep a lot.

Me: Maybe guys are like that after two kids. I am still single so always energetic.

Saranya: I know you are that’s why I am asking your help.

Me: That’s ok. I am always ready to help you.

Saranya: How many girlfriends do you have? I always see you with different girls in malls.

Me: They are all just friends. I don’t have any official girlfriends.

Saranya: What does that mean?

Me: Friends with benefits. Now don’t ask me what that is.

Saranya: (smiley) I wish I was single too.

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Me: Oh being single is just in your mind. As long as you know to keep yourself fit your body is always like a single.

Saranya: The mind is always young for me. But not for Vishal.

Me: Why don’t you have fun with Vishal? That’s a good way of making him energetic.

Saranya: I have tried everything. No use.

Me: Buy some sexy lingerie and seduce him.

Saranya: Tried that too. We have once or twice a month.

Me: Seriously? You are a married couple. If I was married I would have tried daily twice. Even with girlfriends, I have sex as much as possible in a week. Sometimes even three or four times a day.

Saranya: What! Are you serious? How can someone have sex that many times in a day? I know you are bluffing.

Me: No. I am serious.

Saranya: I wish Vishal was like you.

Me: Vishal is never like me. I know that.

Saranya: If I ask you something don’t tell Vishal.

Me: I will not tell him.

Saranya: I sometimes feel like it would be good if I had a boyfriend like you.

Me: It’s never too late. Hahaha.

Saranya: Now I am married so I can’t have boyfriends. It’s not right.

Me: I know what you are trying to tell me. As long as you can keep it a secret I can help you out.

Saranya: (smiley) Sure?

Me: Why waste time? This week I will come to your house during lunchtime. I will say some reason in the office and give you a good time.

Saranya: I am getting wet down there.

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Me: Ok I will take half day leave tomorrow and come to see you in the morning then.

Saranya: Oh, Ajil.

The next day I messaged my manager that my stomach is upset. So I will see the doctor and come by lunchtime. I ran to Saranya’s house as soon as Vishal left. The kids were also gone to college.

Saranya opened the door and welcomed me inside. She was having a happy face and kept blushing. She was wearing a top and pajama. I told her to get me a coffee. I followed her to the kitchen and held her from behind. I started to massage her boobs. She started making moaning sounds.

I then turned her and kissed her on the lips. She removed my t-shirt and started to suck my nipples. I removed her pajama. Now she was in her panties and top. She was not wearing a bra inside. I lifted her and made her sit on the kitchen table. Then I kept my face between her thighs.

I started sucking her pussy over her panties. She pressed my face into it. I slowly removed her panties and sucked her pussy. In a few minutes, she reached her orgasm and pushed me back. Then she removed my pants and underwear and took my dick out. She started sucking it. I kept fucking her mouth.

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Then I made her doggy in the kitchen and inserted my dick in her and fucked her hard. She kept moaning loud. I fucked her in a different position. When I told her I was about to cum she asked me to cum in her. I did come inside her pussy. Then I took out my dick and gave her to suck.

She sucked my dick for a few minutes and made it clean. Then I took her in my arms and put my dick in her. And fucked her again. I lifted her and went to the dining hall. I made her stand there with her one leg on the dining table and then fucked her. She was crying with pleasure.

I kept fucking her for some time and then took her to the sofa. I held her one leg and fucked her in the pussy real fast. She was crying with pleasure. In one hour I came inside her again. Then we slept on the sofa for some time.

By 11 noon we both woke up and she started to make lunch for me.  We had lunch together and I left for the office.