Adultery Friend Fucks Wife In Back Seat by sansar

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The session continued till one by one the others left for their rooms. I was left with my best friend. I was inquisitive to see her sport a very naughty smile. Knowing her, I waited till everyone left. Then I asked her the reason.

"Hey beautiful , you are one hot & horny bitch", she said. " you went to your room to check on your son or for a fuzzy-do?" she did the masturbating action whilst saying so.

"Why do you say that? How do you know?" I was surprised.

"You really want to know?" she queried coming close to me.

"Yes" I replied cautiously.

"Then come here sweet heart." She said with her hands open in welcome.

I moved towards her and we both hugged each other. I could feel her mashing her braless boobs into mine, which by now had become taut. I remembered our college days, when one day, after our annual gathering and a lot of casual boob squeezing, by the boys in the drama, Aarti & me had come to our room and on narrating our achievements had spontaneously melted into each other's arms squeezing our then small boobs and kissing each other on our mouths. For almost half an hour behind the closed doors of our rooms, we had frolicked on each other in the bed, stopping short of fingering our pussies. For us it was a exciting but spontaneous experience.

Now after such a long time, here we were like love lorn virgins - only this time we were experienced chicks. Before I could say anything Aarti, who was always the superior of us, pulled me down on the bed and lifted my nightie over my thigh.

"Aarti, what are you doing? We are married now you know?" I tried to stop her.

"Now you know why?" she said pointing to my thigh, where a trickle of cum was shining in a streak. She bent down slowly and licked along the dripping cum. After normal fucking from my husband, though once a fortnight, this brought fresh memories. I moved my fingers in her hair and directed her head towards my cunt, which was covered with a purple satin panty. As she slurped along my thigh, her eyes looked towards me. They were filled with lust and I let myself go. She pulled my panty apart and flung it away. She then forced her lips onto my cunt and her tongue did wonders, as it flitted in & out, and over the swollen clitoris. My clit was now a turgid balloon that poked its head out of the hood. I must have cum atleast a hundred times as I thrashed my orgasm, moaning and throwing my head from side to side.

Aarti then slid over me moving my nightie over my arms and over my head exposing my breasts whose nipples were stiff and sensitive. She gobbled them swirling her tongue over the tip, biting the tips, making me push the entire breast into her mouth. She then lifted her shirt and mashed her boobs over mine, skin to skin. After having my husband's hairy body rubbing over mine for the last few years, this smooth silky skin was entirely different. I clasped her buttocks with my legs grasping her to me. She had centered herself kissing me pushing her tongue into my mouth. I do not know what got into me as I sucked her tongue and milked it. She rubbed her unshaved pussy over my smooth cunt, titillating my clit, making me cum over and over again.

Again she went for my smooth cunt. She pushed one then two fingers into me and finger fucked me, licking my cum, and flicking my clit.

This must have gone on for atleast about half an hour to 45 minutes. Our passions subsided.

"Aarti, how come suddenly you did this?" I asked gasping with surprise.

"Anu, I had always wanted to suck you. But I could not bring myself to tell you, even after our one night jaunt after the gathering. You are so juicy Anu; I could keep you for myself. I envy Atul. Lucky guy, to have these boobies and cunt, all to himself."

Even as I left the room, she came behind me kissing me, even pushing me onto the closed door furiously stuffing her tongue into me. Though I was taken aback by her ferocity, I felt elated as I had an ardent admirer, - even if it was from the same sex.

I returned to my room totally flustered and fully satisfied. I was not aware what my other friends were upto, as I had had my one day's quota. Hardly had I slipped into bed, after a good warm bath, I heard the door opening and Atul came in, sozzelled as a wet cat. Satisfaction was writ largely on his face. He had for once relaxed in the company of his friends, after the whole years' tension filled work schedules.