Lock-down Mischief With Husband’s Friend

Lock-down Mischief With Husband's Friend
Dear readers, I hope you all are doing well in this current pandemic worldwide. It’s a tough situation for all of us. Stay safe, stay home. I am not active in writing anymore but some of my readers sent me their stories and asked me to help them post. If you have read my earlier narration, then you are aware that I am choosy in such narrations. Below one I found good for you all. Show your love and support for this one too as you did earlier. This story comes all the way from Noida. Read the story in Arpita’s words now:- Hi, my name is Arpita (24 years old) from a higher middle-class family. The lock-down situation put me in a lot of trouble. I was married (love marriage) but only a few of the people in my life knew it because I married a guy without telling my parents. I live in Delhi but I am basically from Punjab. I finished my studies and came to Delhi to do a job. I had been a content writer in a well-known company for the last 2 years. The guy I got married belonged to a middle-class family and he was from Delhi itself. His name was Arshad. We met at an event through a common friend from my office. Soon, the common friend was side-tracked and we both started to know each other more. After a year of meeting and talking on the phone, one day he proposed to me earlier this year in January. I knew that my family would not agree on this so I decided to marry him without telling anyone. Everything was going well till March, we usually met at a friend’s place or sometimes at night in my PG but then lock-down happened and I had to go to my aunt’s house in Meerut. Our talks still continued and somehow, I managed to come back to Noida. I informed him one day prior to this and asked him to meet me. We agreed on the same. I reached my PG early morning. I called him to meet me at 9 at the PG gate. I told him I will open it for him and allow him to enter inside. I took some rest and then went for a shower and got ready. I was dressed like his newlywed wife as you can understand we had not met for 2 months approx. I was waiting for him at my window by the roadside. Three hours passed, five hours passed but he did not show up. I called him umpteen times but he was not responding. I was slowly getting worried. I waited for him like that till 3 pm but no one came and no phone call or message came either. I started to cry (it happened itself). That whole night, I cried and didn’t sleep. The next day, our common friend called me out of nowhere. I informed him about everything. He came that day to meet me. I told him everything that happened. He too was worried. He promised me he would enquire about it and asked me to give him 2 days’ time. Soon two days passed but he had no answer. I lost hope and finally, I called Arshad’s closest friend Irfan and asked him what was happening. He didn’t tell me anything. I asked him to come and met me as he was aware that we got married and he was the one who clicked all the pictures of us. The next day, he came to my PG. He informed me that Arshad already got married to someone else 3 months ago! Irfan apologized as he had no guts to tell me about this earlier. Tears started to drop from my eyes when I heard the news. There is no worse feeling than a broken heart. I asked Irfan to leave, closed my door at his face, and cried for almost two days. I didn’t answer any call or message from anyone. Then Irfan came to my room on the third day. I was sitting in the corner of the room, I was having dark circles, dirty clothes, and all the things. He held me by my shoulders and I dropped unconsciously on him (I had no energy left in me). He took me to my bed and threw some water on my face. When I opened my eyes, my husband’s friend was standing there. He offered me some water and food and asked me to take them. He then left and called me to console and was feeling guilty for not telling me. He kept calling me for the next 4-5 days to check on me and ask me if I need anything. I started texting him on Whatsapp with voice notes or messages to divert my mind. One day, he called me and asked me to get ready. He was going to take me out for some fresh air. I too wanted it as I was very upset and heartbroken. My husband’s friend came at 5 in the evening. I sat on his bike and we went to a nearby coffee parlor, as most of the things were still closed. Irfan had nothing to do, he drove his bike for some time and dropped me at my PG. I said nothing to him and came to my PG. That time, I was upset again. I called Irfan at around 9 pm. We talked for an hour where he again consoled me. I slept like that talking with him and I woke up around 12 am. I called him again but he disconnected my call. I left a voice note saying I was not feeling well and I was very upset. I was sitting on the window side with my coffee and remembering all the moments. Suddenly, I saw Irfan was there on the street. He waved and asked to come in. I said ok. But the front door was locked. So he climbed up the balcony and entered my room. We sat there and talked and had some coffee. I was still the same as I was in the evening. But our talks again made me remember my husband Arshad and tears were coming out of my eyes. Irfan came close to me, held my face, wiped the tears, and put my face on his chest and hugged me. He kept asking me to stop crying. As I was crying more, my fingers tightened on his shirt like a fist. His hug was getting tighter too. My hands too wrapped around his back. My husband’s friend slowly loosened the hug. We looked into each other’s eyes and then we kissed! It just happened! Then our kiss got more sensual and loving. Irfan slowly lifted me while kissing. After a minute, the kiss broke. We again looked into each other’s eyes. I felt shy. He put my hair back over my ear and hugged me again. He then took me to my bed and we kissed again.

This time, my husband’s friend’s hands were moving slowly on my back and mine on his chest. The kiss was more passionate. Irfan then opened the zip of my top at the back. My fingers were slowly opening his shirt buttons one by one to push my hands and feel his bare chest. I pushed his semi-open shirt back when he was kissing my neck and shoulder. He threw my top on the floor, leaving me in my bra and skirt only. I opened all of his shirt buttons and removed it. We kept kissing each other’s upper body. He was kissing my shoulders, licking my cleavage whereas I was kissing his chest. We kept kissing each other for quite a while and then I slowly removed his pants. His dick was up and ready already. He made me sit on his lap, slid my pantie, and pushed his dick in my pussy. I held him tightly as it was going in and our lips were touching each other. I held Irfan’s shoulder tightly with my polished nails as his dick dug deeper in me. Once my husband’s friend’s dick was fully in and he was slowly moving me on his lap. It was hitting me deeper than ever before. With every move, my eyes got closed and my nails were digging deeper on his shoulders. His lips were sucking my nipples gently and he was moving me very passionately. Irfan then held my mangalsutra and pulled it, it broke into pieces. As the pieces hit the floor, my nails dug too much on his flesh and blood started to come out of his shoulder. I cummed at that moment. Holding him tightly, I put my whole weight on him. Irfan hugged me tightly and kept kissing my shoulders. Then we both rolled over on my bed, kept sleeping like that only. He then slowly moved downwards, pushed his hands inside my skirt, pulled out my G-string, and started to suck my navel, digging his tongue deeper in my navel. His fingers were caressing my inner thighs. He was slowly lowering my skirt. While sucking my navel, Irfan kept moving downwards towards my pussy and started to suck it. He was very sensual and passionate and was sucking it deeper. My eyes were closed because of the excitement and my heads kept moving left and right. My hands held tightly on the pillow as Irfan’s tongue was again digging deeper in my love hole, which was someone else’s before. Because of the emotions, we both forgot about taking precautions. His dick was again ready to go in as my pussy started to burn more. This time, he used his saliva on his dick and slowly pushed it again deep in my pussy and came over me. Irfan’s strokes were slow but deep and sensual. I felt like he was mine always. And with such feelings, my body vibrated. My hands held his cheeks and we both lip locked while our lower body was moving together. Slowly, his hands were moving from my shoulders to my palms. He gently held them and spread them on the bed. I didn’t oppose him. His strokes were getting deeper and stronger and my bangles started to break. My body was so sweaty at that time. I was not even in control of it. My legs were slipping while they were locked around his lower body. I somehow managed to grip them tighter as I was near to cum again. He was also about to cum. We both held each other tightly, very tight like we were one body and cummed together. And for the next 2-3 minutes, our body kept jerking. We lied like that. My fingers were moving in his hair and in some time, we fell asleep. When I woke up, it was 4:30 am in the morning. I woke him up to leave the premises before the landlord came. I started to move towards the washroom but he held my hands and pushed me again toward him. He caught me in his arms and again made me sit on his lap. Irfan started massaging my boobs slowly and arousing me. His dick was already hitting my bums. Without wasting more time, my husband’s friend pushed his dick again in my pussy and this time, I was jumping in his lap. We both forgot everything and handed ourselves over to the moment of love. The entire room was filled with the aroma of our liquids and my moans had the slow classic love music in it. My fingers were moving fast in his hair and at the same time, it was pushing his face onto my chest. Irfan’s dick was taking me to another level when it finally met my pussy. We both were fully nude and were praising each other’s bodies with emotion and love. It didn’t take much time for both of us to experience another amazing orgasm. We both then sat idle for some time. Then I broke the silence. I went to the washroom after telling him to go. He left. I cleaned myself, took a bath. When I lay down on the bed, I quickly fell asleep. Thanks. Author’s Note: I cannot write the next part of the story here as it is more emotional and personal-sharing. I feel that it is not justice for my reader friends if I write the next things that happen with Arpita here. For your information, the names I used here are changed. They are not the actual names of the persons for many reasons. Thanks for reading. Hope you all liked it. Love, Mrinalini Singh You can leave your query here or at my mailbox [email protected]