Fuck with friend’s wife-1
Hi friends, I hope you are doing fine. I am writing this story in which I am going to tell you how I fucked my friend’s hot wife. My good friend, Dipak, had been having trouble in his business recently and my wife and I had helped counsel Dipak and his wife Babita through these troubled times and, eventually, even purchased part-ownership in the company which now, through a lot of hard work, was back on its feet and looked like it would survive the storm. Little did I know this service to my friend would lead to an amazing, erotic experience in my life.
Dipak had a great family, his oldest daughter, Nishu was in college now, like a part of my family as she had babysat for our kids years ago. They had two other kids, Tanmay and Chiku, all great looking people as Dipak and Babita both provided beautiful contributions to the family gene pool.
I had known Dipak for a much of my life, becoming friends in high school and attending the same college. He met Babita not long after I had started dating the woman that would become my wife. Babita was a hottie in college and she knew it. Short at about 5′ 2″ with great curves and beautiful, well-coiffed hair that betrayed her rather luxurious upbringing. She was beautiful and she knew it, often making her difficult to be around. I assume, dear reader, that you have known this kind of young lady in your life – young, rich and beautiful and always finding a way to make sure everyone knew it.
I, being a guy, also always noticed that she somehow found a way to make everything look sexy. Even when she would emerge from my roommates room, hung-over and unkempt from the previous night of partying and sex, she would somehow find a way to put on one of Dipak’s V-neck t-shirts, displaying her cleavage in just a way to make my lund spring to life. For that reason, it was worth putting up with some of her quirks to be able to see her around the college apartment on an ever-increasing amount of time.
Dipak treated her like a queen and they feel in love and married and were at my wedding when my wife and I tied the knot and we had remained close friends. But when the business had gone south, their marriage nearly ended and my wife and I had spent many nights – me with Dipak and my wife with Babita – convincing them the world had not ended. It had drawn all of us even closer together and had saved the marriage between Dipak and Babita. That’s why I was very amazed at what happened one very chili day.
Our youngest boys were on the same high school soccer team together and for one morning game, Babita and I found ourselves at the same game without our spouses. This was not unusual, both families with multiple children, we would often have to split kid duty. My wife was off at a dance recital for which she was sending constant texts of our daughter’s amazing ability and I, in turn, shared stories of our son’s heroics on the soccer field.
After the game, our two sons told Babita and I that the team was meeting at a local eatery to celebrate their victory and they headed off in my son’s car. I bid Babita goodbye with the idea of catching up to my wife and daughter but Babita caught my arm and stopped me. I turned to see a look in Babita’s eyes I had never seen before.
Some fear rose up in me – what had Dipak done wrong now; were we in for another long night with these two?
Babita held onto my arm and said “I need to talk to you, Manish, but I need to do so in private.” She led me to a spot behind one of the prefab metal storage buildings near the high school soccer field to a spot hidden from view of any of the parents, most of whom had already left what was now an abandoned weekend high school campus.
I thought it odd that Babita knew this exact spot and wondered for a brief moment that she must have scouted this spot at some time in the past to know exactly to come here for a private moment. But I quickly dismissed that thought as for what purpose would she have pre-scouted such a location.
“What is it, Babita?” I asked as I could see her struggling for words to share what was on her mind. As she wrestled for words I couldn’t help letting my eyes trail down her, still amazing body. She was wearing an unzipped heavy winter coat over a pink sweater that hugged her bosom in always spectacular fashion. It was V-neck with a t-shirt underneath leading down to black stretch pants that she wore with pink and green running shoes underneath. Her blonde hair was in a pony tail that waved in the slight breeze and had to be pushed out of her eyes the slightly glistened in the cool, late-morning air. After all these years and three kids, she was still a “hottie”.
I rallied from those thoughts to zero in on Babita, again, she obviously had something to share with me.
“I’ve been wanting to get some time alone with you to tell you how thankful I am for all your help,” she began with some difficulty. Being humble and grateful was not a natural part of this spoiled rich kid’s makeup, but I had watched her mature with trials and children and now liked her very much.
“It was nothing,” I started but, again, she grabbed my arm, stopping me.
“No – it was definitely not ‘nothing’,” she interrupted, “you saved our marriage; you saved our house and our retirement, that is hardly ‘nothing’.”
She reached for me and I hugged her and comforted her, as a friend. I tried not to feel her voluptuous chest press against me and smell her wonderful, exotic cologne but, like I said, I’m a guy, and my erection soon was stirring and the jogging pants I was wearing weren’t much of a hindrance to its advance. I stealthfully adjusted my hips to make sure my lund didn’t press against her leg and tried to tug on my sweatshirt to let its length cover the evidence of my thoughts.
I was ashamed of myself. Here was my good friend, and business partner’s wife, expressing gratitude to me and I was thinking about sex, just like all those days when I masturbated to visions in my mind of this beautiful lady. I tried to focus again on what was happening here.
“I’ve been wanting to get a chance, personally, to tell you how grateful I am,” Babita said, her eyes watering and her nose red, either from the emotion or the chill.
“You don’t have to say anything, Babita, we are friends, of course we’ve been glad to help,” I responded.
“No, you’ve done more than help, you’ve been amazing,” she choked back another sob, “even in college when I wasn’t the nicest person, you were always sweet to me for Dipak’s sake.” She hugged me again, this time not giving me a chance to hide the evidence of my thoughts and I was sure this time that she must have felt my hard staff press against her.
“So, for a long time I’ve been trying to think of a way to say ‘thank'”, she continued, “and – well…”
“It’s Ok, I…” her cold finger came up to my lips and stopped me from talking.
“Stop talking,” she said, “I need to do something and if I don’t do it now I will never do it.” And with those words, Babita, my buddy’s wife kissed me, fully, gently, sweetly on the lips.
She pulled back and looked into my eyes, like a young girl, waiting to receive approval for her advance.
“Babita…”, I exclaimed in unbelief, “what are you doing?”
“I know it’s probably wrong, but it’s the way my heart wants to say ‘thanks’ to you,” she said as she leaned in and kissed me again – this time with her tongue sneaking out of her mouth into mine. She pulled me close and our tongues danced together for a moment of a pure heavenly kiss.
I pulled back more sternly this time and help her away at the elbows with my hands.
“Babita! I am so flattered, but you are Dipak’s husband and Nishu’s mom, we… we can’t do this I protested.”
She smiled with those cute dimples showing an embarrassment that she must have been wrestling with for some time inside. “I know it’s completely wrong,” she said, her voice quivering from excitement and cold, “but you have always been so kind and you are so handsome, I just thought this might be a good way to let you know how truly grateful I am.”
With the word ‘grateful’ my world was changed. She had paused slightly before saying that word and her eyes shifted down at that moment and by the time she had finished that statement her left hand had found my crotch and was cradling my hard erection.
“I just want to make you feel SO good.” She said, leaning in to kiss me again, now with more ferocity. Her slender fingers wrapped around the material of my running pants that now clung tightly to my fully engorged manhood. Our lips and tongues met in passion in a kiss I now hoped would never end. The kiss finally broke and we embraced as both of us tried to catch our breath.
My eyes scanned the horizon to see who might be a witness to our dalliance and finding no one I said in husky voice “Babita, I can’t resist you.”
“Don’t resist me,” she whispered in a voice I heard clearly as her lips were just centimeters from my ear. I felt her cold nose against my neck as her lips began to nibble under my ear lobe. “I want to make you feel so good,” she said.
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