My husband’s friend Vijay

My husband's friend Vijay
Hi, this is Aditi. I am a housewife and married to Ashok. I am 30 years old. This story is about my wild experience with Ashok’s friend Vijay. Vijay was Ashok’s roommate in college. It’s been a while since this experience with my husband’s friend. But each time I get horny, I can still feel Vijay’s rough beard rubbing against my soft silky breasts. Or remember the hot shots of cum ejected from his hard black dick falling on my lips, cheeks, and breasts as I lay naked on the bed. While he stood and sprayed his cum like a boy playing with his pichkari in Holi. A little about me. I did my B.Com. I was always interested in beauty pageants and won the Miss University contest. I loved photoshoots and tried modeling. But then my parents got me married to Ashok. Ashok works in a bank and is mostly busy with his work. I, on the other hand, try and post my pics on Facebook and WhatsApp status. The start of the story is linked to my pics in WhatsApp status. I had met Vijay once and didn’t remember why I stored his number on my phone, but I did. So it was a year since our marriage and I noticed that Vijay always read my WhatsApp status. One day while having dinner. Ashok: Aditi, you remember my college friend Vijay? I heard he switched jobs. I noticed it on LinkedIn. He didn’t even tell me. I guess he is too busy even to text me on WhatsApp. I have not seen him reading my Whatsapp status. I was rather surprised. Last night, I noticed that Vijay had seen the latest pics I posted on my WhatsApp status. I was about to tell Ashok that he had read my status but didn’t. He may feel bad, so I kept quiet. This continued for quite a while. I also started seeing Vijay’s WhatsApp status and pics on Facebook. I think he started going to the gym since his physique looked toned. When I had met him, he was clean-shaven, but I noticed a bit of stubble on his face. A few months later, Ashok and I went to Ashok’s cousin’s marriage. I wore a nice sexy lehenga. It was quite a low neck and showed quite a bit of my cleavage. It took quite a bit of convincing before Ashok agreed I could wear it. I always liked wearing hot dresses. But I didn’t get many occasions to wear beautiful dresses after marriage. So I didn’t waste this opportunity. And you know what a beautiful woman wants after dressing up – lots and lots of compliments. As soon as I posted my pics on Facebook and Whatsapp status, I started getting a lot of comments. That night I felt very happy seeing the comments and was a bit horny too. I took a bath and applied nice sexy body cream. I wore a satin sleeveless, short nighty, barely reaching my ass. I hadn’t worn a bra, and my boobs were almost exposed. Ashok was lying on the bed, and I came and lay beside him. He was reading a file, and I slowly went close to him, lay beside his left side and placed my left hand on his crotch over his pajama. I slowly rubbed his limp cock while seeing his face. He continued to read the file, and I slowly undid his pajama knots and rubbed his left thigh with my left hand. Ashok was still not reacting, and I slowly slid my hand toward his inner thighs when I realized my husband had not shaved below. Oh, it was an instant turn-on. Since college, I loved the unshaven manhood, with the sweaty smell of masculinity in all its glory. I slowly started to rub his dense bush, guiding my hand to find the sleeping wild anaconda. The moment I found his penis, I caressed it. Me: (In a slow seductive voice) Jaan, leave the file, na. Let me give your monster a warm wet bath with my lips and tongue. Ashok: Aditi, please, not now. I have to go through this tonight. I had started to stroke slowly now while slowly scratching his inner thighs softly with my long nails. I wanted to seduce Ashok so much and irritate him. So that he gets angry and holds my hair, and pushes his anaconda deep into my mouth. Ashok: Aditi, please don’t. I am not in the mood. I continued to ignore him. I thought if I just snatched his file and threw it, he would get on me and punish the naughty girl. But as soon as I threw his file. Ashok: What the hell is this? Don’t you have any sense that I am working? I am not like you taking my pictures and posting them on Facebook, looking for comments from others. I do serious work and need to concentrate. Now let me do my work. I got so hurt that I just got up and went to the other room. I was pissed off and started browsing through Facebook. A while later, I got something unexpected. It was heart smiley on one of the lehenga pics from the marriage that I had posted as a status on WhatsApp. And guess what? It was from Vijay. I mean, until now, he used to see my status. But this was a first. He had replied. I don’t know why I felt so happy about it. I immediately when to see his latest profile pic on WhatsApp. It was a sweaty pic of him in a white tank and shorts, holding a racquet. I think he took it after playing lawn tennis. I couldn’t help but notice his toned thighs and legs and not to mention a bit of hair on his chest. I was in a dilemma about whether I should say thanks or not. I kept thinking for a while and got busy watching videos. As I was about to sleep, I decided to reply thanks, and I did. I immediately put the phone on charging and dozed off. The next morning I was a bit nervous thinking about whether he replied. I felt relieved that he didn’t. I guess somewhere, I was happy that he liked my pic, but I was afraid to converse with my husband’s friend. Also, I was married didn’t seem it was appropriate. Months passed by, and one day Ashok came back from work. Ashok: Dear, do you remember Vijay? Me: Umm, not really. Ashok: Arrey, my college roommate, you met him in our marriage. Me: I think so. Not sure I decided to act as if I didn’t. He had gone to Goa a few weeks back. I follow his Instagram too. He takes such amazing pics. Ashok: He called me to say he was coming to our city for some project.

So I invited him over for dinner. As soon as I heard this, my heartbeat increased like crazy. I don’t know what happened, but I went in a minor shock. Ashok: Are you ok? Me: Umm, yes. Ashok: It’s just dinner. I said fine and went to the kitchen. I was so nervous that I would face the man secretly seeing my pics and I, his. Though we hadn’t spoken to each other, I guess, in a way, we had. The day came, and I prepared dinner and went to get ready. Part of me wanted to look hot and sexy. But the other part didn’t want to send any wrong signals to Vijay. I initially wore a tight, sleeveless, backless blouse showing my cleavage. But then changed to a kurti and jeans. I went to the living room to make last-minute arrangements, and that’s when Ashok saw me. Ashok: (In a shocked and sarcastic way) Aditi, normally, you keep posting pictures everywhere and dress like you are going to a party, even when you visit the neighbors. Now when my old friend is coming, you dress like this? I was so irritated to hear this that I just went inside and shut the door. I immediately took off my kurti and jeans and stood in my black bra and panty in front of the mirror. I saw the sexy blouse on the bed and knew what I would wear. I went and took out the half-cup pushup bra and took out a thong. I never usually wore a thong with a saree, but I decided to this time. As I wore the blouse over the pushup bra, it was difficult to hook it, but somehow I managed. When I looked up, my two boobs had been forced against each other, creating a massive deep cleavage. I was angry earlier and had decided to wear something sexy, but this was a bit too much. But then, thinking about what Ashok said, I decided to wear it. I wore my saree and put the pallu between my tits in the cleavage. I would hide a bit of the cleavage. I was still doing the last-minute makeup when I heard the doorbell ring. I was like, shit, Vijay has already come. I could hear Ashok inviting Vijay inside, and I finally went it. As soon as I went in, Ashok was shocked to see me and, in a way, too late for him to make me change into something slightly more conservative. Ashok was so lost that he forgot to introduce his friend to me. I was already looking at Vijay. His eyes were right on my exposed boobs. I decided to break the stalemate. Me: Hi, I am Aditi. (I move my hand forward.) Vijay: Oh, hi, I am Vijay. He moved his hand forward for the handshake. As I held his hand, I was right. He had been hitting the gym, and I felt his strong fingers caressing and feeling my soft fingers. In all this, I didn’t miss a chance to scan him. He wore a tight black t-shirt with a well-built chest and muscles and blue jeans. His crew-cut hair made him look quite smart. Yes, his style of keeping a stubble on his face. I didn’t realize it, but I was lost when Ashok interrupted. Ashok: Aditi, can we let Vijay sit. Aditi: Oh yes. Sorry. Come on in, Vijay. We all sat on the sofa. Ashok: So Vijay, it’s been a long time. Vijay: Yes, I know. Ashok: But you didn’t even message me even once. I noticed you don’t even check my WhatsApp status. As soon as I heard it, I couldn’t hold my laughter but somehow controlled it. I saw Vijay seeing me, and he knew why I was smiling. Vijay: Well, Ashok, I have become so busy after joining this new company. Ashok looked at me. Ashok: You know Aditi, this guy, after college, went and did his MBA from IIM and then joined a big bank. So hence has no time for us. I didn’t know that, but I was impressed knowing he looked good, took great pics, and was smart. Aditi: Wow, that’s nice. Vijay: Thanks, Aditi. Ashok: So when are you getting married? Vijay: Well, I don’t know, and I am always busy with work, so somewhat ok being single for now. Me: That’s a good decision, Vijay. You should enjoy yourself. Ashok: Oh come on, what, enjoy. Aditi, tell him how much we enjoy being married. Vijay looked at me as I gave a fake smile, and he knew my smile was fake. We continued to talk and then had dinner. Now and then, I would notice Vijay looking at me. After dinner, we sat down and had dessert. When it was time for Vijay to leave, Ashok suggested taking a group selfie. Initially, Ashok was at the center. I was to the right of Ashok, and Vijay was to his left. But Ashok could not take it nicely. He decided to make me move to the center and my right, and I was to the right of Vijay. Ashok tried to take a selfie with his right hand. But seeing Vijay stand a bit far away from me, asked him to move closer. At this moment, Vijay came closer, moved his hand behind me, and kept it on my waist. An instant current ran through my body, and I felt his strong hand on my naked waist. Ashok: Guys, sorry, just bear with me while I get this right. In all this, Vijay’s right hand was still on my waist, and I looked at him. But he didn’t look at me and pretended to talk to Ashok. Vijay: Ashok, you may want to try the landscape mode for a wider picture. They continued trying different modes while Vijay slowly raised the right hand thumb and rubbed my naked back. His thumb slowly rubbed my back and what happened next shocked me. He slowly inserted his right-hand fingers inside the petticoat waistline where my saree was tucked in. I tried to move, but he held me tight, and I didn’t know what to do when finally, Ashok finished his group selfie. I immediately moved away. I looked at Vijay angrily. I couldn’t believe he would feel his friend’s wife right in front of him. Vijay: Ashok & Aditi, thank you so much for having me. I will soon be moving to my new bungalow the Bank will give me. I must ask both of you to come and visit. In fact, stay with me for the weekend. Ashok: Wow, that would be amazing. Sure we will come. That night as I lay on the bed, Vijay posted the selfie as his WhatsApp status. I guess Ashok must have sent him. I was angry at him, and I dozed off.