Adultery How I made my wife fuck my friend
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The days following Vijay’s visit were a whirlwind of tension and unspoken desires. Priti and I settled back into our routine, but the air in our apartment crackled with the afterglow of her encounter. Every glance, every touch carried a new weight—like we were both teetering on the edge of something bigger, something wilder. My fantasies were spiraling, and I could tell Priti was riding the same wave, her confidence growing with each step we took into this uncharted territory.

The mini wifi cam was now a permanent fixture, discreetly tucked into corners of the living room and bedroom, ready to capture whatever came next. Priti didn’t protest anymore; in fact, she’d started teasing me about it, casually adjusting her top in front of the lens or sending me sultry looks when she knew I was watching the feed. It was like she was embracing her role as the star of my fantasies, and I was more than happy to direct the show.

That evening, as we lounged on the couch, Priti’s phone buzzed with a new message from Siddu. She smirked, holding it up for me to see. It was another cock pic, this time with a caption: “Ready for round two, cow? Your sister-in-law’s playing hard to get, but I’m working on it.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “This guy’s relentless. What’s the deal with Nidhi? Any progress?”

Priti scrolled through their chat, her lips curling into a mischievous smile. “He’s been texting her, and she’s responding—slowly, but she’s biting. She sent him a selfie yesterday, nothing too spicy, just her in a tight kurti. But you know Siddu, he’s probably already imagining her naked.”

I leaned closer, my hand resting on her thigh. “And you? You’re okay with him chasing her? Or are you jealous?” I teased, my fingers tracing circles on her skin.

Priti swatted my hand, but her eyes sparkled. “Jealous? Please. I’m the one he’s begging for. But…” She paused, her voice dropping to a whisper. “The idea of him fucking both of us… it’s kinda hot, isn’t it?”

My cock twitched at her words. “Fuck, Priti, you’re gonna kill me. You really want that? A threesome with Nidhi?”

She bit her lip, her cheeks flushing. “Maybe. I don’t know. It’s… intense to think about. But I know you want it.” She leaned in, her lips brushing my ear. “You want to see your sister’s tits bouncing while Siddu fucks her, don’t you?”

I groaned, pulling her onto my lap. “You’re such a tease. But yeah, I want it. And I want to see you fucked by more guys, too. Vijay was just the start.”

Priti’s breath hitched, and I could feel her getting wet through her leggings. “More guys, huh? Like who?”

I grinned, my mind racing. “Anyone. Everyone. The watchman, the college kid in the lift, hell, maybe even that uncle who was peeping from the balcony. I want you to be a slut for them, Priti. Let them see how fucking gorgeous you are.”

She moaned softly, grinding against me. “You’re so fucked up, Rudra. But… I kinda love it.”

We fucked right there on the couch, her riding me hard as I whispered filthy scenarios in her ear—her seducing strangers, flashing her tits to delivery guys, getting fucked in public. She came twice, her moans louder than ever, and I knew we were both hooked on this game.

The next morning, Priti woke up with a glint in her eye. She was already planning something, I could tell. As we sipped our coffee, she casually mentioned, “Vijay’s supposed to come back today, right? For the ‘sink repair’?”

I nodded, my pulse quickening. “Yeah. You ready for him?”

She smirked, standing up and heading to the bedroom. “Oh, I’m ready. But this time, I’m gonna make him work for it.”

An hour later, she emerged in an outfit that made my jaw drop. She was wearing a sheer white blouse, so thin you could see the outline of her black bra underneath, and a tight, knee-length skirt that hugged her curves. Her hair was loose, cascading over her shoulders, and she’d applied a bold red lipstick that screamed seduction. “What do you think?” she asked, twirling slowly.

“Jesus, Priti,” I said, my voice hoarse. “You’re gonna give him a fucking heart attack. Or make him cum in his pants.”

She laughed, adjusting her blouse to show just a hint more cleavage. “Good. Let’s see how much he can handle.”

I checked the cam feed on my laptop, making sure everything was set. “I’ll be in the bedroom, watching. Text me updates, and… push him, Priti. Tease him. Make him beg.”

She winked, blowing me a kiss. “Oh, I will.”

The doorbell rang at exactly 10:45 AM. I retreated to the bedroom, locking the door and pulling up the cam feed. Priti opened the door, and there was Vijay, looking sharper than before in a fitted black shirt and jeans. His eyes widened as he took her in, his gaze lingering on her chest.

“Madam,” he said, his voice low and hungry. “You’re making it hard to focus on any sink repair.”

Priti leaned against the doorframe, crossing her arms to push her breasts up even more. “Who said anything about a sink, Vijay? You’re here for something else, aren’t you?”

He grinned, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “You know why I’m here, madam. You look like you’re ready to be milked again.”

Priti didn’t back down. She stepped closer, her voice teasing. “Maybe. But you’re gonna have to earn it this time. I’m not just gonna spread my legs for you.”

Vijay’s eyes darkened with lust. “Oh, I’ll earn it, madam. You’ll be begging for my cock again.”

She laughed, turning and walking toward the living room, her hips swaying deliberately. “We’ll see about that. Come on, let’s have a drink first.”

I watched, my cock already throbbing, as she poured two glasses of whiskey from the bar cart. Vijay raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by her boldness. “Drinking in the morning, madam? You’re full of surprises.”

Priti handed him a glass, clinking hers against it. “You have no idea, Vijay.” She took a slow sip, letting a drop of whiskey roll down her chin and onto her chest. Vijay’s eyes followed it, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he said, setting his glass down and stepping closer. His hands were on her waist, pulling her against him. “You want to play games, madam? I’m game.”

Priti tilted her head back, exposing her neck. “Then play, Vijay. Show me what you’ve got.”

He didn’t hesitate. His lips were on her neck, kissing and biting as his hands roamed her body. He tugged at her blouse, pulling it open to reveal her bra, and groaned. “No bra today would’ve been better, but this’ll do.” He unhooked her bra with one hand, letting it fall to the floor, and his mouth was on her breasts in an instant, sucking her nipples hard.

Priti moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders. “Ohhh… Vijay… slow down…”

But he didn’t. He pushed her back against the wall, his hands sliding under her skirt to pull her thong down. “You don’t want slow, madam,” he growled, his fingers finding her pussy. “You’re already wet for me.”

She gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. “Fuck… you’re so cocky…”

“And you love it,” he said, slipping two fingers inside her, pumping slowly. “Tell me you want my cock, madam.”

Priti bit her lip, her eyes fluttering closed. “Not yet… you haven’t earned it.”

I was stroking myself now, my eyes glued to the screen. Priti was playing him like a pro, teasing him to the edge.

Vijay was practically growling now, his fingers moving faster. “Come on, madam, stop teasing. You know you want this.” He unzipped his jeans, pulling out his thick cock and stroking it in front of her.

Priti’s eyes widened, but she didn’t give in. Instead, she pushed him back, dropping to her knees. “You want me to suck this?” she asked, her voice dripping with seduction. “Then say ‘please,’ Vijay.”

He groaned, his hands in her hair. “Please, madam… suck my cock.”

She smiled, leaning forward and taking him in her mouth, slow and deliberate. Vijay’s head fell back, his moans filling the room. “Fuck… you’re so good… madam…”

Priti worked him expertly, her tongue swirling around his tip, her hands stroking his shaft. She pulled back, looking up at him. “You like that, Vijay? Want more?”

“Yes… fuck, yes…” he panted, his hips thrusting toward her mouth.

She stood up, pushing him toward the sofa. “Then sit down. I’m in charge today.”

Vijay obeyed, sitting back as Priti straddled him, her skirt hiked up around her waist. She rubbed her pussy against his cock, teasing him without letting him inside. “Beg for it, Vijay,” she said, her voice commanding. “Tell me how bad you want to fuck me.”

“Please, madam,” he groaned, his hands gripping her hips. “I need to fuck you… please…”

Priti smirked, lowering herself just enough to let the tip of his cock brush her entrance. “Good boy,” she said, then slid down, taking him inside her with a loud moan. “Ohhh… fuck, you’re so thick…”

I was losing it, my hand moving faster as I watched her ride him. Her breasts bounced with every movement, her moans growing louder. Vijay was in heaven, his hands all over her, slapping her ass and squeezing her tits. “Fuck, madam… you’re so tight… so fucking good…”

Priti leaned forward, whispering in his ear. “You like fucking me, Vijay? You like my pussy?”

“Yes… fuck, yes…” he groaned, thrusting up to meet her.

Priti glanced at the camera, a wicked smile on her face, like she knew I was watching every second. She rode him harder, her moans turning into cries. “Ohhh… Vijay… fuck me… harder…”

He was close, his thrusts erratic. “Madam… I’m gonna cum…”

“Not inside,” Priti said firmly, sliding off him and dropping to her knees. She stroked his cock, aiming it at her chest. “Cum on me, Vijay.”

He groaned, his cock pulsing as he shot his load across her breasts, some of it hitting her chin. Priti moaned, rubbing it into her skin like it was a trophy. “Good boy,” she said, licking her lips.

Vijay collapsed back on the sofa, panting. “Fuck, madam… you’re something else.”

Priti stood up, grabbing her blouse and wiping herself off. “You’re not so bad yourself, Vijay. But don’t think this is a regular thing. You’ve gotta keep earning it.”

He grinned, pulling up his jeans. “Oh, I’ll be back, madam. You can count on that.”

As he left, Priti locked the door and came to the bedroom, her skirt still hiked up, her blouse half-open. She climbed onto the bed, straddling me. “Did you like that, pervert?” she asked, her voice teasing.

I pulled her down, kissing her hard. “You’re fucking incredible, Priti. I want more.”

She laughed, grinding against me. “Oh, you’ll get more. But first, you’re gonna fuck me. I’m still horny.”

We fucked like animals, her pussy still wet from Vijay, her moans echoing in my ears. As I came inside her, my mind was already racing with the next step. Vijay was one thing, but I wanted to push her further—strangers, public places, maybe even Siddu and Nidhi together. And then there was the delivery guy’s friend, Ravi, and his bold promise to come back. The game was far from over.

Later that evening, as we lay in bed, Priti’s phone buzzed again. It was Siddu, this time with a video. My heart raced as she opened it—it was a short clip of Nidhi, sitting in a café, laughing at something Siddu said. The camera lingered on her cleavage, her tight top leaving little to the imagination. The message read: “Getting closer. She’s into me. You ready for that threesome yet?”

Priti looked at me, her eyes wide. “He’s really doing it, Rudra. He’s gonna fuck her.”

I grinned, pulling her close. “Good. Let’s make it happen. But first, let’s plan something… bolder.”

Priti raised an eyebrow. “Bolder? Like what?”

I leaned in, my voice low. “Tomorrow, when the next delivery comes, I want you to answer the door in nothing but a towel. Let whoever it is see you. Tease them. Maybe even flash them.”

Her breath hitched, but she didn’t say no. “You’re insane,” she whispered, but her smile told me she was in.

The next morning, we waited. Priti was nervous but excited, pacing the living room in her robe. When the doorbell rang, she looked at me, her eyes gleaming. “You sure about this?”

“Fuck yes,” I said, already pulling up the cam feed. “Go for it, slut.”

She dropped her robe, wrapping a small towel around her body, barely covering her breasts and ass. She opened the door, and there was a new delivery guy—not Vijay, but a younger guy, maybe in his mid-20s, with a scruffy beard and a surprised look on his face.

“Uh… package for Priti?” he stammered, his eyes glued to her barely covered body.

Priti smiled, leaning forward slightly, letting the towel slip just enough to show the tops of her breasts. “That’s me. Wanna come in and put it on the table?”

The guy’s jaw dropped, but he nodded, stepping inside. I watched, my cock throbbing, as Priti played her part to perfection, ready to take our game to a whole new level
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How I made my wife fuck my friend - by Kohsaitap - 06-04-2024, 04:59 PM
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