Story of Desire & Sexual Encounter with My Friend's Wife
Shruti was a 36-year-old woman with an 11-year-old daughter and a 7-year-old son. Her husband, Rahul, was a software engineer working for an MNC. We had become close family friends, often spending weekends together, sharing meals, and celebrating milestones as an extended family. Our bond was strong, and I valued our friendship deeply. In late 2022, I began to notice subtle changes in Shruti’s behaviour. She started giving me more attention, finding reasons to be close to me whenever I visited. Her touches seemed more deliberate, lingering longer than necessary. She would sit closer to me, her body brushing against mine. Her clothing became more revealing, showcasing her curves in a way that was hard to ignore. At first, I was confused and unsure of what to make of it. But gradually, I began to look forward to these moments. One afternoon, Shruti called me out of the blue. Her voice sounded anxious. She asked for advice on how to earn extra money. I was puzzled because Rahul had a good income, and they seemed financially stable. As we talked, it became clear that she was upset with her husband. Their relationship was going through a rough patch. Our conversations grew more frequent, and we began chatting more intimately. What started as innocent discussions soon turned into flirtatious exchanges and, eventually, explicit sexual conversations. One evening, she asked me directly what I would do if she were available to me. Emboldened by her openness, I shared my fantasies. She was thrilled, admitting her husband had never been that adventurous. Our encounters became charged with a sexual tension that was impossible to ignore. One day, she invited me over, saying she needed to talk. When I arrived, she was alone in the living room. Her husband was upstairs, apparently asleep. She smiled and mentioned they had argued, which was why he was upstairs. I sat on the bed, and she took a chair beside it. Boldly, I told her she looked incredibly sexy in her trousers and t-shirt. She thanked me, and I asked her to come closer. She moved over, and I wrapped my arm around her waist, remarking on how slim it was. She confessed that her husband rarely appreciated her this way. I asked her to sit on my lap, and she did so without hesitation. I squeezed her breasts and kissed her neck from behind. She enjoyed it, clearly having planned this encounter. After a few minutes, she moved back to the chair. I asked if I could see her pussy, and she smiled, got up, and closed the door. Hiding behind it, she slid her trousers down to reveal her clean-shaven pussy. I was excited but cautious, knowing her husband was home. She asked why I wasn’t hard. I explained I needed a more comfortable environment. She understood. I moved closer and started caressing her pussy through her trousers. She closed her eyes, enjoying it. Then, I slipped my hand inside her trousers and fingered her. She moaned but soon said we should stop, fearing her husband might come down. She went to the kitchen for water and offered me some. I followed her, hugged her from behind, and kissed her neck. A few days later, I visited her again. She was about to pick up her kids from school. I quickly moved to her bedroom, where she was changing. She was about to close her zip and button when I pushed her onto the bed. I kissed her belly button and licked the top of her pussy. She enjoyed it but reminded me she was getting late. One day, around 11 AM, I called her while walking near her house. Our conversation turned to sex, and I mentioned I was nearby. She invited me in with a smile, closed the gate, and drew the curtains. We hugged and kissed, then moved to the bedroom. I intended to take it slow, giving her the care and attention she deserved. I massaged her back. My hands kneading her soft flesh, sliding over the curves of her ass and lingering on her inner thighs. She let out a soft moan, her body reacting to every touch. Turning over, she looked at me with intensity, silently inviting me to take control. I climbed on top of her, our bodies pressed together, feeling the heat and desire between us. I kissed her deeply, our tongues intertwining as our passion grew. Moving down, I lifted her t-shirt, revealing her smooth, toned stomach. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, her small, firm breasts spilling out. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling, making her gasp with pleasure. She arched her back, pressing herself into me, urging me on. With her now topless, I continued my journey downwards, kissing her belly and feeling her shiver beneath me. I unbuttoned her trousers, sliding them down her legs. Revealing a new set of lingerie that accentuated her curves perfectly. Clearly, she had prepared for this moment. I kissed her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties, inhaling her intoxicating scent, feeling her wetness seep through. She moaned louder, her hands gripping the sheets in anticipation. I slowly peeled her panties off, revealing her completely nude, her pussy clean-shaven and glistening. “I’m going to fulfil all my fantasies with you,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire. She smiled seductively, her eyes dark with lust. “Do whatever you want,” she purred. “I’m all yours.” I spread her legs wide, diving in and licking her pussy with fervour. My tongue explored her folds, teasing her clit, making her squirm and moan with pleasure. She grabbed my head, pressing me deeper into her, her hips grinding against my face. Her taste was intoxicating, her scent filling my senses, driving me wild. I sucked on her clit, flicking it with my tongue, feeling her body tense and shudder as she neared orgasm. After five minutes of relentless pleasure, she breathlessly begged, “Take off your jeans and underwear. I want you now.” I quickly complied, revealing my 6-inch penis. Her eyes widened as she took in its thickness.