Adultery Friend Fucks Wife In Back Seat by sansar

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sometimes cheating a little on sex, gives a thrill that is more appealing than going the full way through your life partner. I was fortunate in this area when my husband and I attended our college Annual Alumni meet, along with another classmate who was an alumnus too and was accompanied by his wife. We always met once a year at our good old College and never missed this annual event to meet our old friends & flames.

I am Anuja, married since the last 6 years. My husband Atul is a prosperous businessman having his own enterprises in Delhi & Mumbai, and always on the move. We were classmates during the college days and our love had ended in marriage. Both of us were part of the college dramatic troupe and were paired since then. We had a son who is 4 years old and was bent on accompanying us to this meet.

Jeetendra, Jeet for short, was also in our batch and had married Puja, a pleasant young girl from his native village. His was an arranged marriage. In fact Jeet and Puja were blessed with a bonny boy, who was just 6 months old, whom they had brought along. Puja was slim and fair and had nice shiny long hair and the roundest of breasts, which these days were a little more rounded due to her breastfeeding the baby.

I am known to be very pretty, having fair & shiny smooth skin and Diana type hair-cut. Though I have put on a little ring of fat around my waist after my sons' birth, it gives a sense of fullness due to my 5ft 10 inches height. My husband Atul is 5ft 11.5inches, and we make a great pair especially for any party. Atul is a person who loves life and is the center of attention for such parties and I am like a magnet for all male eyes.

Though we have been faithful to each other and not had any flings on the sly, though unspoken we were both open for a casual fling, in case the other partner wishes to try it out. But such an occasion had not come till date.

Now for the alumni get-together like every year, for this two day overnight event, we met our old gang and exchanged girlie talk. It was time to known who went with whom and who had got married or divorced. Now that we were married and had been well serviced by our husbands, there was no much charm to talk about our own experiences; but what was always the center of our talk was if anyone had had a go on the sly. This year there seemed to be quite a few amongst us, who had got themselves groped at parties in their own homes, when their husbands were around. After our children & my son had gone to sleep, we 7 of us, trooped in a room of my best friend and bench mate Aarti. During college days, we had gone together gone through thick & thin and were very close. Jeet & Puja, who were travelling with us in our car, had decided to stay with their relatives nearby, because of the baby.

One of the very shy & pretty members of our gang told us about how she met one of our male college friend purely by chance in the cinema hall, when her husband was out-station and she had gone to see a film. He had taken the opportunity that the hall was empty and dark had let his hands on her breasts, and even had the audacity to eat her under her skirt as she watched the movie. Later, he had made her kneel in front to give him a blow job. She had blushed as she was asked if he had cum in her mouth, but shook her head in assent.

What she did not tell us was that he had taken her panty as a souvenir and she returned home with her cum trickling down her thigh. She also told us that he had not fucked her and maybe someday there would be another coincidence. She made us promise not to let her husband know, which we all agreed to.

Another one of our pal told us that whilst on a tour, when her husband was driving and a friend of his was sharing the back seat with her, he had managed to slip his hand inside her blouse & under her bra, thinking that she was asleep and tweaked her nipple and squeezed her boob till she came. She told us that the thrill of getting caught by her husband and taken her to the peak and she had put a spot on the seat as she gushed. She had feigned to be asleep till the end of the journey and got herself well squeezed. This was a secret that she had kept from both her husband & his friend to avoid further encounters.

As they recounted their experiences I could feel myself going moist in my honey pot. I was sure that the others too were experiencing similar feeling, but we were all controlling ourselves. As time went by, some of us let their hands go over their breasts subconsciously. The atmosphere was going sexually tense. The clasping & unclasping of legs, a touch to the nipple, moving the hand over the thigh and such other actions was giving away our controlled satisfactions. We were one group of horny gals. If at that time any potential good looking male had entered the room, he would have been bangd. Luckily all the males had gathered in the bar for their drinking spree and would not be back till the early morning.

With the excuse to check my sleeping son, I excused myself and went to my room, which was next door. I had to give vent to my building orgasm. I locked the door, and checked that my son was asleep. I then laid a towel on the bed, so that there would be not tell tale marks and lifting my satin, knee length nightie I took my round long handled hair brush and slid the handle into my hot & boiling honey pot. I visualized myself getting laid by a known face and I let out a shriek as the frequency of the in & out of the handle pushed me over the edge and I could feel the orgasm building. I came with a huge shudder and squirted with force. What a relief I felt. I hurriedly put away the towel, smoothened the nightie and joined the gang of the hot & horny females.

Now that the ice was broken, many more incidents were narrated. Most of my friends were married into orthodox families, whose in-laws though they did not directly interfere had a set of rigid rules at home. So any gap that was found to enjoy freedom was fully utilsed, short of being scandalous.