27-11-2020, 01:14 PM
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Sindhu felt like telling her that Manoj made the sounds intentionally to tempt her. How she would respond, Sindhu wondered.
“You do that hard everyday?” Shwetha asked.
“What?” Sindhu asked, puzzled.
“Such hard sex.”
“Let me tell you one truth. We do hot sex almost daily but I don’t know it is hard or not. But yesterday, I can say it was really hard because Manoj fucked me imagining you.”
“What?” Shwetha almost shouted. A few men across the corner turned their heads towards them.
Sindhu smiled. She expected such a wonder-filled reaction from her friend. She repeated, “Yesterday night my husband fucked me imagining he is fucking you. He gave strong strokes so that you can hear them in the hall.”
Shwetha was dumbstruck.
Sindhu continued, “You know Manoj had a crush on you. So he got excited last night having you in our house and playing sexy games, on top of that.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“True dear! He fucked me in person but technically he fucked you last night.”
Hearing her words, Shwetha blushed. She remembered her conversation with Manoj in the morning and how flirted with her. Certainly he showed interest in her. Her nipples became taut instantly and something started stirring in the hole down there between her legs.
Sindhu observed the changes in her face. “Oho, you became rosy and pink. What’s going on,” she nudged her friend.
“You are such a bitch, talking dirty things,” Shwetha blushed more.
Her accusation made Sindhu go full dirty. “I know what is happening in your chut and gaand now.”
“What the hell are you talking. These men may overhear us.” She looked around in shame, checking if anyone was nearby.
Sindhu did not care about her warning. “Tell me do you want to be drilled by manoj like he drilled me last night. He will crush your pussy and play drums on your ass.”
“You’re a shameless bitch.”
“He will slap your soft ass and bang your nasty asshole. His warm juices will flow along your ass crack.”
Shwetha closed her eyes tightly.
“His big cock will slid into your cute mouth and fuck you till you swollow his cum.”
“Please stop,” Shwetha pleaded.
This time, Sindhu stopped. Hearing no comments from her friend, Shwetha slowly opened her eyes. Their eyes met and Sindhu smiled at her.
“How could you talk so dirty about your husband and me?” Shwetha asked, wondering.
“Why? Didn’t you enjoy it?”
She smiled in return. “Of course, I did. I never thought dirty words would be so exciting.”
“So will you fuck my husband?” Sindhu asked in her casual manner.
Shwetha was not sure whether she was asking jokingly or seriously. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, I am.”
Shwetha fell silent for a moment. Then asked, “Don’t you have any problem?”
Sindhu smiled. “No. For me, sex and love is different. It may seem the same. But there is a thin line between them. My husband fucks many women but he loves me only. Same in my case. I fuck many men but I love him only. For both of us, sex is the best fun in life and we don’t want to miss that fun.” She took Shwetha’s hand in hers. “Don’t worry about me. Just think about yourself. You always tell me that you envy me as I am sexually active and you want to be like me. So here is the chance.”
Shwetha was thinking in silence. It was easy for Sindhu to have affairs as she and her husband were in agreement. They knew what they were doing. But, in her case, she did not have such an agreement with her husband. Could she go and ask her husband for permission? Pradeep, I want to sleep with my friend’s husband. What would be his reaction? Inwardly Shwetha laughed at her thought. But, why should I take my husband’s permission in the first place? She asked herself.
“When did you shave your pubic area?”
Shwetha came back into reality from her thoughts. “What are you asking?” she asked again.
Sindhu said, “Manoj likes neat pussy, with no hair down there. If you are ready for the action with him, there is a beauty salon on the second floor in this mall. Go there and ask for Brazilian waxing. Meanwhile, I will be with kids in the theater.”
Saying so, Sindhu got up and started walking towards the door to the theatre. She stopped midway, turned back and smiled. “Remember…No action, then no need to go down. Think and come inside.”
Sindhu opened the door and disappeared, leaving her sexy friend outside, alone and in dilemma.
Sindhu felt like telling her that Manoj made the sounds intentionally to tempt her. How she would respond, Sindhu wondered.
“You do that hard everyday?” Shwetha asked.
“What?” Sindhu asked, puzzled.
“Such hard sex.”
“Let me tell you one truth. We do hot sex almost daily but I don’t know it is hard or not. But yesterday, I can say it was really hard because Manoj fucked me imagining you.”
“What?” Shwetha almost shouted. A few men across the corner turned their heads towards them.
Sindhu smiled. She expected such a wonder-filled reaction from her friend. She repeated, “Yesterday night my husband fucked me imagining he is fucking you. He gave strong strokes so that you can hear them in the hall.”
Shwetha was dumbstruck.
Sindhu continued, “You know Manoj had a crush on you. So he got excited last night having you in our house and playing sexy games, on top of that.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“True dear! He fucked me in person but technically he fucked you last night.”
Hearing her words, Shwetha blushed. She remembered her conversation with Manoj in the morning and how flirted with her. Certainly he showed interest in her. Her nipples became taut instantly and something started stirring in the hole down there between her legs.
Sindhu observed the changes in her face. “Oho, you became rosy and pink. What’s going on,” she nudged her friend.
“You are such a bitch, talking dirty things,” Shwetha blushed more.
Her accusation made Sindhu go full dirty. “I know what is happening in your chut and gaand now.”
“What the hell are you talking. These men may overhear us.” She looked around in shame, checking if anyone was nearby.
Sindhu did not care about her warning. “Tell me do you want to be drilled by manoj like he drilled me last night. He will crush your pussy and play drums on your ass.”
“You’re a shameless bitch.”
“He will slap your soft ass and bang your nasty asshole. His warm juices will flow along your ass crack.”
Shwetha closed her eyes tightly.
“His big cock will slid into your cute mouth and fuck you till you swollow his cum.”
“Please stop,” Shwetha pleaded.
This time, Sindhu stopped. Hearing no comments from her friend, Shwetha slowly opened her eyes. Their eyes met and Sindhu smiled at her.
“How could you talk so dirty about your husband and me?” Shwetha asked, wondering.
“Why? Didn’t you enjoy it?”
She smiled in return. “Of course, I did. I never thought dirty words would be so exciting.”
“So will you fuck my husband?” Sindhu asked in her casual manner.
Shwetha was not sure whether she was asking jokingly or seriously. “Are you serious?”
“Yes, I am.”
Shwetha fell silent for a moment. Then asked, “Don’t you have any problem?”
Sindhu smiled. “No. For me, sex and love is different. It may seem the same. But there is a thin line between them. My husband fucks many women but he loves me only. Same in my case. I fuck many men but I love him only. For both of us, sex is the best fun in life and we don’t want to miss that fun.” She took Shwetha’s hand in hers. “Don’t worry about me. Just think about yourself. You always tell me that you envy me as I am sexually active and you want to be like me. So here is the chance.”
Shwetha was thinking in silence. It was easy for Sindhu to have affairs as she and her husband were in agreement. They knew what they were doing. But, in her case, she did not have such an agreement with her husband. Could she go and ask her husband for permission? Pradeep, I want to sleep with my friend’s husband. What would be his reaction? Inwardly Shwetha laughed at her thought. But, why should I take my husband’s permission in the first place? She asked herself.
“When did you shave your pubic area?”
Shwetha came back into reality from her thoughts. “What are you asking?” she asked again.
Sindhu said, “Manoj likes neat pussy, with no hair down there. If you are ready for the action with him, there is a beauty salon on the second floor in this mall. Go there and ask for Brazilian waxing. Meanwhile, I will be with kids in the theater.”
Saying so, Sindhu got up and started walking towards the door to the theatre. She stopped midway, turned back and smiled. “Remember…No action, then no need to go down. Think and come inside.”
Sindhu opened the door and disappeared, leaving her sexy friend outside, alone and in dilemma.
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