My married best friend Shubha
Hello friends, I am cherishing the old days by writing about them. The sweet and romantic memories. It is my college friend who returned to my life after a long time. Let me tell you about her. Shubha is quite a bubbly and jolly girl. One year junior to me. She was married and settled abroad. Our friendship started when we were in MBA. When she joined the first year, she asked me for last year’s notes and books. We started talking and soon she was part of our gang. She was hot. Hourglass figure, sexy thighs, puffy lips and eye-catching boobs. Since she lived near my place, she used to come with me on my Royal Enfield to the university. During the college days, sometimes her boobs brushed on my arms and we used to exchange occasional double-meaning jokes. That was it, nothing more between us. In one year, we were besties, roaming around, movies, etc. We had sexual tension between us, but it didn’t take off beyond that. Post-college, we parted ways for our jobs, but we were in touch over the phone. Years passed, and life changed, she got married and settled abroad and I got married and settled in India. Once we were casually chatting and I noticed the bubbly girl was depressed. I asked her, “What’s wrong?” She shared her life story with me. It was an arranged marriage like mine. Her marriage life was not going well, and her sex life was almost dead. I felt bad for her. A couple of months passed, and she planned her visit to India. As she had no one else in the city, she came to stay at my place. Till then, it was all normal. The day she arrived, we partied till late night. By 12 am, my wife was high and she could not sit anymore and hit the bed. It was only me and my best friend Shubha taking shots, watching the old movie DDLJ, and laughing at it. At this point, alcohol had removed all our brain filters. My comment, “You look sexier than that movie heroine” made her blush. I was teasing her more and more. At one point, she said, “My sexiness is of no use (referring to her marriage)”. I could see her sad face. I didn’t want her to feel sad, so I started tickling to cheer her up. I don’t know when tickling got converted to a pillow fight and wrestling. We were holding each other and brushing our things to each other. I knew we both were wet and turned on. It was 2 am, and after the fight, we were tired and high with a little sense of the present. She was sitting leaning on the sofa, I kept my head on her lap and watched TV. Every time she bent to pick up the drink or snack, her boobs pressed on my face. One such time, I kissed her when it got pressed on my face! Shubha smiled and twisted my ears as punishment. That is what I remember last before I dozed off on her lap. I don’t remember anything after that. When I opened my eyes, it was 4 am. My college bestie was sleeping leaning on the sofa and I was sleeping on her lap. Her boobs were out and touching my face. I got up, tried to gather all my senses, made her sleep comfortable and went to sleep. In the morning, we were back to normal, and we did not discuss even a word about it. I was not sure if she remembered anything about last night. I was a little scared about that topic. The next day, I had office work, so I had to travel to Delhi and luckily, Shubha had to go to Delhi to attend a marriage. At around 12 pm, we started to the airport. As we were loading our luggage into the taxi, my elbow touched her boob. Suddenly, I said, “Oops, sorry!” She turned her head towards me and said, “Raath ko choos sakthe ho abhi touch keliye sorry, wah (You suck in the night, but now saying sorry for just a touch)”. I understood she remembered everything. Now I knew what I did last night. I was still wondering if anything else happened last night. When we sat inside the taxi, her smile made me relax about the topic. We were talking about our old memories in the taxi. She was sitting close to me, pressing her boobs on my arms and my hand was on her thigh. Softly, I asked her what happened last night. She texted me back so that the driver wouldn’t hear us. Reading her text, I understood that when I was on her lap, I was kissing my married best friend’s boobs every time she bent. She lifted her dress and let me feel her boob on my face and my mouth. I was hard reading her text and pressed her thighs. Immediately, I got another text. “Already hard? I had released you last night only!” Then I thought when I was sucking her, she did give me a handjob. I had blasted my full load in her hand. That was when I slept off. Another text came, “You left me wet”. Goshhhhhhh, what the hell did I do? I told her I will compensate for that. All the way through the airport, I was squeezing her inner thighs. My office hotel booking was in a 5-star hotel. It had a bathtub, a big TV, etc. I told her Shubha can stay with me so that she can save some money. As I was getting late for a customer meeting, I got dressed in a black suit and left. As I was getting dressed, she was watching me with full eyes. Since I did regular sports, I have maintained a good body with a flat tummy. I finished my meeting and returned to the room. She was ready to leave for the marriage party wearing a red and golden lehenga. Her stunning look was eye-catching. I was so tempted to push her to the wall, hold her tight, and kiss her deep right there! But I did hold my horse and we went to the marriage party. All through the party, we were drinking and dancing. We were quite high. While dancing, we were brushing against each other, pinching her waist and pressing her boobs, etc. I was so horny at that point. Almost at the end of the party, Shubha was standing at the bar counter. I went behind her, hugged her with one hand, and pulled her towards me while holding her belly. I whispered in my best friend’s ear, “I want you..