Adultery Helping My Friend and His Wife.

[MR Erotic]

Since Nisha was tangled on the bed and willing to come out of it, I was enjoying her efforts to free herself from it. Nisha was half naked by now. The room had moonlight straight toward the bed. Firecrackers and lightning outside were glittering the bedroom in between.

I was not done with BDSM yet. I wanted to push Nisha more hard. So I quickly went towards my door, peeped out and ran straight towards the kitchen. I quickly picked up a fruit jam bottle and entered the bedroom again.

Nisha was again wondering what I was up to now. She was sweating at the lowest room temperature. I sat on Nisha’s lap and pushed my lips toward her to kiss her. I was looking into her eyes with lust while kissing her. Nisha’s lips were thrilling, and she was shivering. I opened the bottle of jam and inserted my middle finger to pull out the jam from it. I held Nisha’s moving chin and started rubbing the jam on Nisha’s lips as if I were rubbing lipstick. The red jam was glued like lipstick on her lips. Nisha was still struggling and was asking me to untie her.


Nisha: Please remove it. Untie me. It’s hurting me a lot now. I’m already yours. You know
that. Then why are you doing this to me?
Me: I know you are mine, but this is the punishment you will have to face for betraying my
friend.
Nisha: And what about your friend? What about his betrayal of me? Why didn’t you
punish him?
I’m rolling her lips with fruit jam for the second time, and she’s moving her head left and
right.
Me: I already punished him.
Nisha: When and how?
Me: Fucking you was already a punishment for him. You, too, punished him as well. So it’s
a Tit for Tat.

I kissed Nisha hard this time as she was debating for no point. I applied fruit jam on her neck, mixed with her sweat was feeling delicious. Nisha was thirsty and was asking for water. I grabbed a jug of water on the bed counter shelf. Instead of giving it to her, I poured it upwards and asked her to open her mouth. I spilled the whole water over her mouth and her face. Nisha’s upper body was halfdrenched in water.

Her body had glimmers due to a mixture of jam, sweat and water. Droplets of water were stuck near her collarbone. Her mangalsutra disturbed me while I was licking all the droplets. Her mangalsutra was hurting my chin while I was rolling my tongue between her collarbone and boobs.


I stood up by now. Pulled my v cut brief down and got naked in front of Nisha. I was standing on the bed with both legs on each side while Nisha’s legs were in between. Rubbed some jam on my dick and crawled in front. I was standing in a squatting position, and my dick was about to enter Nisha’s mouth. Nisha didn’t want to suck me as she felt I’m torturing her and I’m not the same person with whom she had sex a couple of times. But I was in no mood to stop tonight. I had already decided that Nisha would not dominate me this time.

With no time, I pulled back Nisha’s hair and forced her to open her mouth. With a small resistance, she opened her mouth, and I forced my whole dick into her mouth. This action choked her, and she was unable to breathe now. She was moaning out loud to remove it.
The saliva from Nisha’s mouth was rolling down to her chin, and she cried out with moans.Her eyes were moist, and tears started rolling down. She tried looking at me, begging me to leave her hands.As I was not in a position to look down, I was mouth fucking Nisha vigorously. Nisha started feeling the stress and was getting restless now. She had stopped resisting, and I was still mouth fucking her. I came out from my wild senses and pulled out my dick.


Nisha dropped her head to one side, and half fainted. Her eyes had become dizzy, and she was begging me to leave her with a soft and low voice. Looking at her condition, I decided to untie her hands. She suffered from cramps in her hands and abused me for such behavior. After I freed Nisha’s hands, she stretched her body a bit. But her abuse still went on. The next moment I pulled her legs and got between her legs. She was pushing her legs to kick me. She had gained the strength to resist. But I was not letting her outperform me. While kicking my chest, I got a cut on my chest bcoz of Nisha’s anklet

In anger, I pulled her legs again. She realized she had made me furious now. So to calm me down, she said:
Nisha: Please, Please, Darling! I’m sorry. Get wild on me as much as you want, but please don’t tie me again.

Me: Then obey as I say.

Nisha nodded her head with a yes. I pulled her legs and removed her panty in no time. Nisha moved her head to one side, and I applied the fruit jam all over her pussy. I made sure I sucked and licked her pussy till she cums twice. I applied the jam on her pussy so that she would remember this night whenever she used the jam for breakfast. I buried my face in her pussy in no time. I was going wild and vigorous over her pussy. The jam was entering her pussy while I was fingering.

Nisha was rolling left and right like a fish, and I was holding her below the waist tightly. Simultaneously I was pressing Nisha’s bare boobs. Nisha learned from my actions that I’m not a simple task tonight. She was aware of it by now that the previous 2 encounters were not real. But what I’m doing today is surreal. I sucked and licked the jam over Nisha’s pussy and all over her inner thighs. Nisha’s pussy was not white or pinkish. It was of a usual mid-aged women’s pussy which gets blackish after hard fucks. Nisha had squirted now, and this was her second squirting. Her love juices were rolling down my face. The smell of her love juices was very toxic. I bit Nisha’s inner thigh by which she twisted her legs more inwards, locking my head.

The noise of bangles and anklets had increased. So I decided to play sex songs on Spotify to avoid those sounds. Nisha was in a clue, and when the songs started, it gave me a huge urge and ignited the fire. The sex songs on Spotify play the role of fire while having sex. That was my first experience hearing sex songs. It was grooving me harder now. I went to Nisha, as those songs were killing her shame and making her wild. In no time, I pushed Nisha’s hands up, holding her hands while locking the bangles.

I pushed my dick deep into her pussy while her love juices were sticking into my dick. Within no time, my dick slid straight into her deep. She urged her waist up a bit in pain. After a couple of hard strokes, we both realized we were fucking without a condom. I left Nisha’s hands as if she might get furious over this. The songs were playing so intensely and were creating sensual moments. Nisha pulled me down and whispered

Nisha: Cum in me. If I get pregnant, I’ll happily accept our child. Let me feel you raw tonight.

I happily hugged her tight and inserted my dick raw. I started fucking Nisha in missionary while her hands and legs were rounded over my body. I was going very deep on her. As her hands rolled over my neck, the noise of her bangles echoed in my ears. That sound was creating more wildness in me. Her anklets were making sounds while her legs rolled over my waist. All the sounds were hidden under the sex songs. I was biting Nisha’s ears in between and asked her to abuse me.

She answered, “I respect you. I can’t abuse you.” I looked into her eyes and stroked her hard. I said:
Me: If you respect me, then do as I say. Abuse me. I like it this way.

Nisha nodded her head in Ok and looked the other way. I gave her harder strokes. Nisha started abusing me, and I liked the way she did it. She was abusing me the way I expected her to. Nisha was abusing me in my ears, and her every abuse provoked me to go hard on her.

After every abuse, there was a furious hard stroke. Our sweat was already sticky. A mixture of jam and sweat on our bodies made it sticky. The noises of “Chap Chap” were increasing. I decided to change my position now. I took hold of Nisha, and we stood near my long window. As the window was black tilted, nothing could be seen from outside. But we can see everything from the inside. I forced Nisha to bend her on the slides of the window in standing doggy.

Outside the window, the view was so beautiful. We could see the light firecrackers bursting. The view was something never experienced in life. I made Nisha bend a bit and inserted my dick from the back. Fucking Nisha in that position while enjoying the firecrackers of Diwali was intimidating. A new sex experience was getting unfolded. The sliding window was moving after every stroke of mine. Nisha was moaning out loud and was keeping one hand on her mouth. I pulled both her hands behind me and started fucking Nisha without letting her take any support.

I was fucking Nisha and stretching her body simultaneously. The view of fucking while celebrating the view of bursting firecrackers was unbelievable. I continued in that position for the next 5 minutes. Nisha had orgasmed for the third time now. I knew I’d need to take her down, or else she would get dry down her pussy, since she had already orgasmed thrice. I pushed Nisha onto the edge of the bed. I was standing on the edge, pulling her to the bed’s extreme edge. Both her legs were on my shoulders.

I started fucking her in that position while holding her mangalsutra in one hand and pressing her boobs with another. While fucking Nisha in that position, I was poking the tip of her Mangalsutra on her right boob, giving her some pain in ecstasy. She was hitting my hands to stop, but I didn’t stop and kept poking her one boob and pressing the other. She moved her head from left to right and pulled the bed sheet. My whole bed was messy by now. Nisha had pulled the bedsheet to her face and inserted a piece of bedsheet in her mouth.

As I was fucking Nisha, her hair was too moving up and down. I fucked Nisha for 5 more minutes as she lost all her strength. As I decided, I pushed hard while I was about to cum. I pushed my dick deeper, and many sperms entered Nisha’s pussy. I fell on her in exertion.We both were breathing heavily and smiled after this wild sex. She whispered in my ears,

“Any woman can be lucky to get a generous as well as a wild wicked man like you.” I liked her compliment and kissed her on her cheeks. I quickly asked Nisha to dress up and sleep in her husband’s room.


TO BE CONTINUED ..................