Adultery With permission from her husband

[Naruto411]

In our digital exchanges, I connected with a husband who was open-minded and respectful. During our conversation, I shared a fictional intimate story about my encounters with his wife, highlighting her adventurous spirit and captivating beauty. He expressed admiration for her and subtly hinted at a desire to share her, creating an electrifying atmosphere.

With trust between us, he provided his wife’s contact details, inviting me into a thrilling new chapter. Our discussions revealed her blend of sensuality and modesty, each message charged with playful tension. I felt immense gratitude for the openness of their relationship, allowing us to explore desires together. This connection opened the door to exciting possibilities, celebrating the adventure that lay ahead.

Now, I’m eager to share this story with fellow xossipy readers, inviting them into this unique dynamic that blends intimacy, trust, and the thrill of exploration.


I’m excited to share a fictional story I created involving myself, a husband, and his adventurous wife with his permission. This tale captures our unique dynamic and the exploration of desires that brought us together. Along with the narrative, I’ve included some added pictures to enhance the experience. I hope you all enjoy this journey into our imaginative world.

[Naruto411]

It all began on Xossipy, a platform where fantasies and desires found their voice in the shadows of anonymity. I had been exploring the site for a while, drawn to the stories and experiences shared by others who dared to venture into unconventional relationships. It was there that I first crossed paths with Neha’s husband.

He had posted about his interests, his openness about desires and boundaries instantly resonating with me. We exchanged messages, diving deeper into our respective fantasies and desires, discovering a shared understanding of non-traditional relationships. Our conversations grew more intimate, blending curiosity and excitement, until we agreed to meet in person.

When I found out he lived in Kolkata and Neha was studying there, I saw the opportunity to take a step beyond the virtual realm. I arranged to travel to the city, eager to experience the connection we had built online in a tangible way.

Upon arriving in Kolkata, I became a paying guest in their home, excited yet a little nervous about how everything would unfold. The city was alive with energy, but it was the warmth of their home that welcomed me. Neha greeted me with a shy smile, her eyes sparkling with intrigue and a hint of mischief.

Her husband was warm and gracious, eager to make me feel at home. As we sat together that first evening, the atmosphere buzzed with an unspoken understanding. We shared stories, laughter, and a bottle of mansion house WHISKEY that I brought from AP, the conversation flowing freely as we began to build a rapport beyond the confines of our initial meeting.

Neha’s presence was intoxicating, her shyness only amplifying her allure. I could sense her curiosity about our connection, and I felt an undeniable chemistry growing between us. Her husband seemed to notice too, the playful glances exchanged between Neha and me becoming more frequent as the evening progressed.

In the following days, our bond deepened. I settled into life in their home, enjoying the dynamics of our unique arrangement. We explored the city together, Neha showing me her favorite spots, while her husband offered insights into the local culture and hidden gems. The more time I spent with them, the more natural our interactions felt.




As the days passed in Kolkata, the chemistry between Neha and me intensified. I could see her shy glances and the way she would blush when our eyes met, the air thick with unspoken desire. It was clear that the playful teasing we shared was more than just innocent fun—it was the beginning of something deeper.

One afternoon, while her husband was busy with work, Neha and I found ourselves alone in the living room. The sunlight streamed in through the windows, casting a warm glow around us. I could feel the tension building as we chatted about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing easily.

At one point, she leaned in closer, her hair brushing against my arm. “You know, I never expected to feel this way about someone outside of my marriage,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

I took that as an opportunity. “Sometimes, life surprises us in the best ways,” I replied, my gaze steady as I held her eyes. “There’s something special about the connection we share.”

Her breath hitched slightly at my words, and I could see the internal struggle playing across her face. It was a dance of desire and hesitation, and I knew I needed to nudge her gently in the right direction.

“Do you trust me, Neha?” I asked, my voice low and inviting.

She hesitated for a moment, her eyes searching mine. “I think I do,” she finally said, her voice soft.

That was all the encouragement I needed. I leaned in closer, our lips almost touching as I spoke. “I promise to take care of you, to show you a side of pleasure you might not have explored before.”

With that, I pressed my lips against hers, the kiss soft and tentative at first. I felt her body respond, melting against me as I deepened the kiss. My hands found her waist, drawing her closer as the kiss ignited the fire of desire between us.

Neha’s hesitation melted away, and she kissed me back, her lips moving against mine with increasing urgency. The thrill of the moment enveloped us, and I could feel the electricity in the air. I gently pulled away, looking into her eyes, my heart racing at the connection we had just forged.

“I want to take you on an adventure,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. “One that’s just for us.”

As the days went by, our secret encounters became more frequent. Each moment we stole together only fueled the fire, and soon it became a routine—when her husband was away or occupied, we would indulge in stolen kisses, teasing touches, and whispered confessions.

One evening, after a particularly intimate encounter, Neha’s expression shifted. “I need to know something,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “How did this all happen? Was it your idea?”

I paused, sensing the weight of her question. “No, it wasn’t just me,” I confessed, my heart pounding. “It was your husband who first invited me into your lives. He wanted us to explore this connection together.”

Her eyes widened in surprise, a mix of shock and realization crossing her face. “You mean… he knew?”

I nodded, my expression earnest. “He wanted you to experience something new, something exciting. He trusts me, and he wanted both of us to find pleasure together.”

Neha took a moment to process my words, her emotions swirling in a mix of confusion and intrigue. “So, this was all part of his plan?” she murmured, a hint of disbelief in her voice.

“Yes,” I replied softly. “He thought it would be a thrilling adventure for both of us. And it has been, hasn’t it?”

A smile began to form on her lips, and I could see the tension within her easing as she processed the revelation. “It is thrilling,” she admitted, her eyes glinting with excitement. “I just didn’t realize how much I needed this.”

From that moment on, the connection between us felt even more profound. Neha embraced the adventure, eager to explore her desires and push boundaries with my guidance—and her husband’s encouragement.

The excitement of our secret escapades continued to grow, weaving a tapestry of shared experiences and heightened intimacy that transformed our lives forever.

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[Naruto411]

As the evening unfolded, we settled onto the couch to watch a movie, the soft glow of the screen casting shadows in the dimly lit room. Neha’s husband sat nearby, engrossed in the television, the sound of the movie filling the air. It felt like the perfect setup for our little adventure, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill of excitement coursing through me.

Neha, with her usual shyness, dbangd a blanket over her legs, but I could see the flicker of mischief in her eyes. She knew exactly what I was up to, and my fingers itched to explore. As the movie played, I let my hand wander, lightly brushing against her smooth legs, feeling the warmth radiating from her skin.

“Is it too cold?” I asked innocently, keeping my voice low so her husband wouldn’t hear.

Neha shook her head, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “No, it’s just fine,” she replied, though her breath hitched slightly as my fingers continued their gentle exploration.

Encouraged by her response, I gradually ventured higher, the soft fabric of the blanket concealing our playful game. I watched her closely, my heart racing with every subtle shift in her body. As I traced my fingers along her thigh, I felt a warmth that suggested she was more than just comfortable—she was eager.

My fingers brushed against her panties, and I could feel a wet patch against the fabric. I glanced over at her husband, who was still focused on the screen but occasionally casting knowing glances our way. I knew he was aware of what was happening, that he was in on our adventure, and the thought only added to the thrill of the moment.

Neha’s breath quickened as I continued to explore, her body responding eagerly to my touch. “You’re getting a little carried away,” she whispered, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of excitement and embarrassment.

“I can’t help it,” I replied, my voice low and teasing. “You’re just so inviting.”

With each brush of my fingers against her smooth skin, the air thickened with tension, a delicious mix of thrill and anticipation. I could see her mind racing, torn between the thrill of being so exposed and the desire to surrender to the moment.

I leaned closer, my lips grazing her ear. “Just relax and enjoy it. Remember, this is our adventure,” I murmured, my breath hot against her skin.

Neha shivered at my words, her body responding instinctively. She let out a soft sigh, and I could feel her tension melting away as she allowed herself to fully embrace the experience.

With her husband blissfully unaware of the true extent of our encounter, I continued to caress her thighs, my fingers dancing teasingly close to her most sensitive areas. The thrill of secrecy intensified the experience, heightening every touch and sigh.

“Do you like that?” I whispered, my fingers teasing the edge of her panties, feeling the heat radiate from her core.

“Yes,” she breathed, her voice barely a whisper, filled with yearning.

I looked into her eyes, seeking permission as I gently pulled the blanket back, exposing her legs fully. Neha’s heart raced, but she didn’t resist; instead, she leaned into my touch, surrendering to the pleasure of the moment.

As I explored further, I made sure to keep her husband in the loop, subtly glancing at him to ensure he was comfortable with what was happening. He offered a knowing smile, a silent affirmation of our shared adventure, which only fueled my desire to push the boundaries further.

In that dimly lit room, surrounded by the warmth of our connection, we embarked on a journey of exploration and intimacy, a dance of pleasure that promised to deepen the bond we had begun to forge.


As our playful dynamic continued to evolve, I found myself craving more intimacy with Neha. The thrill of our interactions, the teasing glances, and the whispered words only fueled my desire to see more of her. One day, as we lounged together on the couch, I decided it was time to push the boundaries a little further.
“Hey, Neha,” I said casually, looking up at her. “At what age do you think a woman starts producing milk?” I watched as her eyes sparkled with amusement.
She laughed, shaking her head. “Only mothers produce milk! You should know that,” she replied, her tone teasing.
I feigned innocence, pressing on with my playful inquiry. “But what if I wanted to know how it feels? I mean, doesn’t it maybe come out when sucked?”
Neha’s expression shifted slightly, a knowing look passing between us. She understood where I was headed, but she was more than willing to play along with my game. “You really think so?” she asked, a playful glimmer in her eyes.
“Absolutely! You know, science and all that,” I replied, grinning as I leaned back against the couch, my head resting on her lap. I could feel her warmth radiating through the thin fabric of her shirt, heightening the tension between us.
“Maybe you should give it a try,” she teased, her fingers playing with my hair.
I looked up at her, my heart racing with excitement. “Oh, I definitely want to. Just for scientific purposes, of course.”
Neha giggled, clearly enjoying the playful banter. “Alright then, but just for a minute,” she said, biting her lip as she gave me a mischievous look.

With a rush of adrenaline, I nuzzled closer, my lips grazing against her shirt. I felt her body tense slightly, anticipation hanging in the air as I made contact with her breast through the fabric. Gently, I pressed my mouth against her, pretending to suckle, my heart pounding with excitement.
Her laughter mixed with soft gasps, and I could feel her body responding to my playful teasing. “This is ridiculous!” she giggled, her voice thick with amusement and surprise.
“Science can be fun!” I replied, keeping the mood light while secretly reveling in the intimate moment we were sharing.
We continued this playful routine, and every day before her husband came home, I would find a moment to curl up in her lap, playfully suckling against her breasts. Each time, the thrill of the forbidden made it even more exhilarating. Neha played her part perfectly, her laughter mingling with the tension as we both embraced the closeness.
One evening, after our usual playful routine, I noticed a shift in her demeanor. As I lay in her lap, my head nestled against her thighs, I caught her watching me with a thoughtful expression. “You know,” she said softly, “if you keep this up, you might just see more than you bargained for.”
My heart raced at her words, and I looked up, meeting her gaze. “Is that a promise?” I asked, excitement bubbling within me.
“Maybe,” she replied, her tone playful yet laced with a hint of sincerity. “But only if you’re ready for it.”
“I’m definitely ready,” I assured her, my pulse quickening.


One evening, after our usual playful routine, I noticed a shift in Neha's demeanor. As I lay in her lap, my head nestled against her thighs, I caught her watching me with a thoughtful expression. “You know,” she said softly, a playful glint in her eyes, “if you keep this up, you might just see more than you bargained for.”
Feeling a rush of cheekiness, I leaned into the moment. “Oh really? Should I call you ‘mommy’ then?” I teased, a grin spreading across my face.
Neha laughed, a sound that filled the room with warmth. “You’re ridiculous!” she exclaimed, but her eyes sparkled with mischief.
Emboldened by the playful banter, I continued, “Well, if you’re going to take care of your ‘baby,’ I might need a little assistance down here.” I gestured toward the growing excitement between my legs, my heart racing at the prospect of crossing new boundaries.
To my surprise, Neha’s expression shifted from amusement to curiosity. “You want me to take care of that?” she asked, her voice low and teasing.
“Just for fun, of course,” I replied, trying to keep the mood light. “I think it would be hilarious.”
With a mixture of laughter and disbelief, she finally relented. “Alright, but just this once! You’re lucky I’m feeling adventurous tonight.”
As she took care of things with her hands, I couldn’t help but let out a soft gasp, the sensation sending shivers down my spine. “This is so silly,” she said with a laugh, her fingers moving expertly.
Moments later, I felt a rush of pleasure, and before I knew it, I came, my release spilling into her hands. Neha paused for a moment, looking at the evidence of our playful adventure with wide eyes. “Well, I guess this is your ‘milk,’” she said, giggling.
“Not what I expected, but I like it!” she added, bringing her fingers to her lips. She tasted it, her expression a mix of surprise and delight. “This is definitely unique!”

We both burst into laughter, the lighthearted moment reinforcing our bond even further. The playful teasing, the shared experiences, and the comfort of each other’s company created an atmosphere that was both exhilarating and deeply intimate.
In that moment, as we reveled in the hilarity of our shared experience, I realized how special our connection had become—a mix of laughter, exploration, and trust that made every interaction feel significant.
Our playful dynamic was evolving, and as we continued to push boundaries together, I couldn’t help but wonder what other adventures awaited us in this thrilling journey.

Later that week, as I settled into my usual routine with Neha, I noticed a subtle change in her demeanor. It was clear that she had been thinking deeply about our playful interactions and what they meant for us. One evening, as we lounged on the couch, she turned to me with a serious yet warm expression.
“I talked to my husband about us,” she began, her voice steady. “I wanted to be honest about how much I enjoy spending time with you. You’ve brought a different kind of excitement into my life, and I appreciate that.”
Her words filled me with a mix of joy and curiosity. “I’m glad to hear that, Neha. I really enjoy our time together too,” I replied, hoping to reassure her.
She continued, her gaze softening. “But I need you to understand something. While I love our playful moments and the intimacy we share, I can’t allow you to take me in… you know, in my vagina. It’s a boundary I just can’t cross.”
I nodded, respecting her feelings and the boundaries she was setting. “I understand,” I said, my tone sincere. “It’s important to me that you feel comfortable, and I never want to push you into anything you’re not ready for.”
Neha smiled, clearly relieved that I understood. “I appreciate that. Our moments together mean a lot to me, and I want to keep exploring, but I just have to draw that line.”
“Of course,” I replied, my heart warming at her honesty. “We can find ways to enjoy our time together that respect your boundaries.”

As the evening went on, we fell back into our playful rhythm, teasing and laughing, but with a newfound understanding of each other’s limits. The chemistry between us remained strong, and I could sense that our connection was deepening in ways I hadn’t anticipated.
Over the next few days, we continued to explore our playful dynamic, finding joy in the teasing, the shared laughter, and the intimacy we could create within the boundaries Neha had set. I realized that this experience was not just about physical intimacy; it was about trust, respect, and a connection that transcended the traditional boundaries of relationships.
In that light, I felt grateful for the adventure we were on together. Our journey was still thrilling, filled with laughter and excitement, and I looked forward to every moment we could share.

As our playful dynamic evolved, I felt a growing sense of excitement at Neha's openness to exploring new forms of intimacy within the boundaries we had established. After our heartfelt conversation, we settled back into our usual routine, the playful tension between us still palpable.
One evening, as we lounged together, I could see the spark in Neha’s eyes. “You know,” she said, a hint of mischief in her voice, “I might be okay with oral. It could be fun, don’t you think?”
My heart raced at her words. “Absolutely! I think that could be amazing,” I replied, my voice filled with enthusiasm. “Just tell me what you’re comfortable with.”
She smiled, her playful nature shining through. “I trust you, and I think we can explore this together.”
As the evening wore on, we found ourselves wrapped up in each other, the atmosphere charged with anticipation. I could feel the excitement building between us as we leaned into the moment, both eager to see where it would lead.
Neha’s laughter filled the air as I playfully kissed her neck, teasing her and sending shivers down her spine. “You’re getting me all worked up,” she giggled, her cheeks flushed with excitement.
With a mix of tenderness and desire, I moved lower, kissing along her collarbone and down to her chest, relishing the softness of her skin beneath my lips. She gasped softly, her body responding eagerly to my touch, and I could feel the tension building in the air.
“Are you ready?” I asked, looking up at her, wanting to make sure she felt comfortable.

Neha nodded, her expression a mixture of excitement and nervousness. “Yes, I think I am,” she replied softly.
With her consent, I leaned in, exploring the warm curves of her body. I took my time, savoring every moment as I moved to her panties, the fabric a tantalizing barrier between us. Slowly, I slid them aside, revealing her most intimate self to me.
The moment felt electric, and as I began to kiss and tease her, I could feel her body responding eagerly. Neha’s soft gasps filled the room, each sound encouraging me to explore further. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, and I was lost in the pleasure of it all.
“You feel incredible,” I murmured against her, my breath hot against her skin.
As I continued, I could see her pleasure building, and it thrilled me to know that we were both enjoying this shared experience. Neha’s hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as I focused on bringing her to the peak of pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire.
With each movement, I could feel her body responding more and more, and it became clear that we were embarking on a journey of discovery together. The laughter and teasing had transformed into something deeper, and the trust we had built allowed us to explore this new level of intimacy without hesitation.
As the night unfolded, I felt grateful for the connection we had cultivated—one that was filled with respect, laughter, and now a thrilling new dimension of pleasure.


Neha nodded, her expression a mixture of excitement and nervousness. “Yes, I think I am,” she replied softly.
With her consent, I leaned in, exploring the warm curves of her body. I took my time, savoring every moment as I moved to her panties, the fabric a tantalizing barrier between us. Slowly, I slid them aside, revealing her most intimate self to me.
The moment felt electric, and as I began to kiss and tease her, I could feel her body responding eagerly. Neha’s soft gasps filled the room, each sound encouraging me to explore further. The intimacy of the moment was overwhelming, and I was lost in the pleasure of it all.
“You feel incredible,” I murmured against her, my breath hot against her skin.
As I continued, I could see her pleasure building, and it thrilled me to know that we were both enjoying this shared experience. Neha’s hands tangled in my hair, pulling me closer as I focused on bringing her to the peak of pleasure.
“Don’t stop,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire.
With each movement, I could feel her body responding more and more, and it became clear that we were embarking on a journey of discovery together. The laughter and teasing had transformed into something deeper, and the trust we had built allowed us to explore this new level of intimacy without hesitation.
As the night unfolded, I felt grateful for the connection we had cultivated—one that was filled with respect, laughter, and now a thrilling new dimension of pleasure.
One evening, we were all sitting together at the dining table after dinner, chatting and laughing as usual. Neha was in a particularly playful mood, her eyes glancing at me with a mischievous sparkle. As her husband stepped out of the room for a moment, Neha leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I want to try something... just be quiet.”
Before I could respond, she slipped under the table, her fingers trailing across my thighs. My heart raced as I felt her hands undoing my pants, her playful grin still visible as she settled between my legs. The thrill of the moment was overwhelming, and I knew this was something she had been waiting to try for a while.
As she began to take me in her mouth, I had to bite my lip to keep from making any noise. The sensation was incredible, her warm mouth expertly teasing and pleasing me as I struggled to remain composed. My hands gripped the edges of the chair as Neha continued, her movements deliberate and slow.
Just then, her husband walked back into the room, oblivious to what was happening beneath the table. He sat down across from me, glancing over at me with a casual smile. “Everything okay?” he asked, completely unaware of the secret we were sharing just out of sight.
I tried to answer, but my voice came out shaky. “Yeah… everything’s fine,” I managed, my heart pounding in my chest. Neha, ever the tease, didn’t stop. In fact, she seemed to enjoy the risk, her pace quickening as her husband casually started talking about his day.
The tension was unbearable, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. Neha seemed to sense this too, her eyes glancing up at me from under the table as if daring me to keep quiet.
Just as her husband was in the middle of a sentence, I couldn’t hold back any longer. I moaned, trying to stifle the sound, but it slipped out as I came in Neha’s mouth. My body trembled with release, and Neha expertly swallowed, her playful smile returning as she wiped her lips and quietly resumed her seat at the table.

Her husband looked over at me, a knowing smirk on his face. “Are you sure everything’s alright? You seem a little… distracted.”
I tried to play it cool, but Neha couldn’t resist teasing me further. “Oh, he’s just fine,” she chimed in with a wink, clearly enjoying the game. “He might’ve just had a little bit too much dessert.”
Her husband raised an eyebrow, clearly understanding the innuendo. “Is that so? Well, it’s always good to share a little sweetness,” he replied with a chuckle, giving me a playful glance.
The moment was filled with laughter and teasing as the three of us navigated the playful tension in the room. I realized that this was part of their dynamic—a fun and lighthearted approach to their relationship that made every encounter both thrilling and comfortable.
As the night came to an end, I couldn’t help but smile at the playful interaction between Neha and her husband. They had created an environment where trust and exploration could flourish, and I was grateful to be a part of it.

Over time, the dynamic between Neha, her husband, and me became more natural. We had open discussions about our boundaries and desires, and it was clear that all of us were comfortable with this new arrangement. What had started as playful teasing and secret moments evolved into something deeper—a life shared with mutual respect, trust, and a sense of adventure.
One evening, after dinner, Neha and I found ourselves in the bathroom, both needing a shower. Her husband, ever the laid-back and understanding partner, smiled as he saw us heading in together. “Enjoy yourselves,” he said with a wink, as though it was the most natural thing in the world. And, in our shared life, it was.
The warm water cascaded over our bodies as Neha and I stood under the showerhead together, the steam rising around us. The intimacy of the moment wasn’t rushed or forced—it felt right, like a natural extension of the bond we’d built. Her fingers ran over my chest as she laughed softly, her body pressed gently against mine.
“Do you think he’s jealous?” I asked with a grin, referencing her husband’s easy acceptance of our closeness.
Neha shook her head, her smile widening. “Not at all. He’s happy I have you too. We’ve talked about this, and he loves that we’re all so connected.”
After our shower, we didn’t bother getting dressed, walking into the bedroom and lying on the bed together, naked and comfortable. Her husband didn’t mind—he had accepted our closeness from the start. If anything, he found joy in the fact that his wife had found someone who made her feel so free.
As Neha climbed into bed next to me, I pulled her close, spooning her gently. Our bodies fit together perfectly, and the warmth of her skin against mine was both comforting and exhilarating. We often spent our nights like this—cuddled up in bed, talking softly or just enjoying the quiet of the night.

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