Secret Sex With My Wife's Friend
I am back again with a recent experience. This happened a few months back when my wife Ramya and I went to Bangalore to meet some of our friends. That is when I met my wife’s friend, Shyama. She was a sex bomb with a perfect figure. She was offered drinks by total strangers to impress her. We all were having drinks at a local pub, and that is when she came. She was wearing a pink knee-length party wear. I could see her full figure in that dress and immediately had a hard-on. We all had some drinks and chatted for a long time. Somehow she ended up sitting next to me after getting some drinks. We ended up having private conversations in between and found an immediate connection. My wife was partially drunk and sleepy. So I decided to call it a night and head back to our hotel. I told Shyama about my intention to leave. But she insisted I stay and placed her hands on my thighs as compelling for me to stay. Shyama: Stay, na, we are having so much fun. (with a wink) Me: I wish I could, but then Ramya is a bit drunk. So it’s better to head back home. Shyama: You are not gonna take advantage of a poor drunk girl, are you? (with a grin) Me: Well, that is the plan. Shyama: What if she falls asleep? Me: My hand will be the substitute. Shyama gave a big laugh while her hand was still caressing my thighs. Shyama: That horny, huh? Me: Well, someone has dressed very sexy today and been rubbing my thighs to make me so… Shyama: You think I am sexy? Me: Please, it is so evident. If I was not married, then I would be going to the hotel with you. Shyama blushed and moved her hands close to my groin. She was touching my dick over the pants. Shyama: Okay, then let us leave. I will also come along with you. It will be boring after you leave. We can share a cab. Me: But do you stay near that region? Shyama: I don’t feel like going home, maybe I will take a room at the hotel for tonight. Me: That will be amazing. We can continue the party there. Shyama: That is the plan. After some time, we said goodbye to everyone and took an Uber to the hotel. Shyama also came with us, saying she is staying with a friend there. All three of us sat in the back with Ramya between us in the cab. But she immediately fell asleep on my shoulders. Shyama and I continued talking about generic stuff, but we both could feel something else between us. Finally, we reached the hotel. Shyama got off with us, saying her friend is just walking distance from there. Me: Why don’t you give me your number to make sure you reach your destination safely. Shyama: Sure. (with a grin) I noted down her number and went into the hotel. I looked back and saw her going to the reception to get a room. Ramya: You know, I am pretty sure Shyama is going to one of her boyfriend’s place for sex. She gets horny when drunk. Usually, she goes home with a stranger, since we were there, she could not. Me: I don’t know. She did not look horny. Ramya: I know her. She wants sex badly after drinking. My cock was getting harder with each sentence from Ramya. Finally, we reached our room. Ramya fell into bed and slept instantaneously. I changed my dress and texted Shyama. Me: Hey, it’s me, Sandi. Shyama: Huh, finally. I thought you are getting busy with Ramya. Me: She slept off. Shyama: So working with a substitute? Me: Not yet. Did you get a room? Shyama: Yes, I am in 503. What about you? Me: I am in 201. Shyama: Going to sleep now? Me: Not feeling sleepy. Shyama: So, what are you going to do? Me: Don’t know, feeling like having another drink. Shyama: Come over then. I will order something from room service. Me: Ramya might worry if she wakes up and sees I am not here. Shyama: Oh, please, she is drunk and won’t wake till noon tomorrow. Me: True, that. I will come in 15 then. I made sure Ramya is comfortable in bed and headed to Shyama’s room. She opened the door. She was in a bathrobe, and I could see her cleavage clearly. Me: This dress suits you well, looking sexier than before. Shyama: Oh, thank you. (and gave a naughty smile.) I got in and sat on the chair while she sat on the bed. She had already ordered the drinks. So we started having drinks and talking as I thought about fucking my wife’s best friend . We spoke of our life, past relationships, and so on. With each of her movements, Shyama’s bathrobe was slipping a bit, revealing her gorgeous thighs. I was getting a hard-on that showed perfectly in my pajamas. I then excused and went to the bathroom, calmed myself a bit, and then came out. Shyama was standing on the balcony with a cigarette. Shyama: Do you smoke? Me: No, I kind of stopped. Shyama: Why? Was it Ramya? Me: Not entirely, but she doesn’t like me smoking. Plus, I have been planning to stop for a long while. But will share a few puffs today. Shyama handed me her cigarettes. Her lipstick was on the cigarette, and it tasted like strawberry. Shyama: That is why I don’t wanna get married. Don’t wanna stop all this. Me: All this? Shyama: Drinking, smoking, partying, having sex with anyone I want. Me: It will get boring after a while. Shyama: Not me. I love this. Me: Well, when you find the right person, then you can continue doing all this. Well, except having sex with anyone you want. Shyama: That is the best of it all. Ramya might have told you. Me: A bit. Shyama: It’s just fun for me, but everyone thinks I am a slut. Me: Absolutely not. What is the harm in having sex for fun? How is it different from other pleasure activities? Shyama: Exactly. It is hard to find people who think like that. So have you had sex with anyone other than Ramya? Me: I had girlfriends before marriage and some casual sex as well. Shyama: Anything after marriage? Me: Nope. Shyama: Lack of trying or…? Me: I never bothered and did not find anyone that tempted me. Plus, Ramya and I have regular sex so. Shyama: Here I was, thinking I was tempting you.