Wife Fucked by a Close Friend
As the monsoons arrive, I am reminded of another day a couple of years back, when the heavens opened up in a sudden downpour, and took us by surprise in the first rains of the season. It was evening, and I was sitting with my friend Sanjay, having coffee at home. My wife Rachhna, who is an Air Hostess, had yet to return from work, when the downpour started. I got worried, as Rachhna had not taken any rainwear to the airport. I called her up on the mobile, and she said she would manage her way back. So here we were, waiting . Sanjay is a close family friend. Though himself a bachelor, he visited us often. He liked Rachhna’s cooking, and often teased me for having such a beautiful and accomplished wife. I dare say we too liked Sanjay, and I have often seen Rachhna making extra efforts to make our outings memorable. Suddenly, the door opened, and Rachhna stood at the doorway, completely drenched. From where she stood, she could see me, but Sanjay was hidden by a partition in the living room. She was wearing her work clothes- a blue skirt, ankle length, and a white top. But she may as well have been standing there naked. The shirt clung to her breasts, and one could see the outlines of her bra. She must have run to get out of the rain on her way home, and so was panting. Her breasts were heaving as a result, and the rushing adrenalin had caused her nipples to stand out erect. At 5 feet 6 , with a body of 34-25-34, she stood there like a goddess. ‘What a way to get caught in the rain’, she exclaimed, as she walked into the room, absorbed in the need to divest herself of her clothes. ‘I am wet to my core, darling ,’she said. And before I could say anything, she took her shirt over her head to take it off. Her flat stomach came tantalizingly into view, and her belly button glistened with rain drops that had found a way through her shirt. Soon, her bra came into view. And then the shirt was off. All this happened in a split second. It was only when she had taken off her shirt that we heard a sharp intake of breath, and she became aware of Sanjay. We all looked at each other in the embarrassing moment that followed. There was Rachhna, dripping like a fresh mermaid in the center of the room, with her husband and another man looking at her. Sanjay recovered first, and attempted to break the awkward silence. ‘Gosh, Rachhna, you have a beautiful body’, he muttered. She smiled tentatively, and rushed out to the bedroom. Sanjay kept his gaze at her bare back, at her swinging hips. I knew what he was going through, the poor sod. We had dinner together. Things were normal on the surface, but when I saw the glances Sanjay cast surreptitiously on Rahmi’s breasts, and her demure manner, I knew things had changed unmistakably. The two had certainly ignited the odd pagan interest in each other, I could see that. Now I love Rachhna very much, and we have a very fulfilling sexual relationship. However, at times, I have always thought I would love to see her fucked by another man. At that time, seeing what was happening, an idea came into my mind, and I set about my plan. I was confident it would work. I also felt safe with the idea, as I knew Sanjay, and knew he would no do anything that might hurt my wife. I got my mobile to ring a test call. I picked it up, and appeared disconcerted. Dropping the phone, I said there was an emergency, and my boss had summoned me to the office. Before they could protest too much, I told them to go ahead with their dinner, and slipped out of the house. I started my car, took it out of the driveway, and parked it around a bend. Then I ran back to the house, and peered inside at the dining room from an open window. They were at the table, but Sanjay was not eating much. In fact, he still had that trance look on his face. I could make out the words from my hiding place. She asked him why he was not eating.˜Seeing you today has ignited a different hunger’, said Sanjay. This was a totally different Sanjay I was seeing, with his direct come-on. Really?’ said Rachhna. Then I have a suggestion. Get out of my house. This was unexpected. That was the end of my plans, and maybe a friendship, I thought ruefully. Sanjay got up from the table. At least let me help you with keeping the dishes, he said. Rachhna glared at him, and then relented. They carried the dishes into the kitchen, also visible form where I was. Sanjay followed Rachhna. I am sure her swinging hips and her wide ass, tantalisingly in front of him, combined with the events of the evening, totally turned Sanjay’s head at that point. As Rachhna bent on the kitchen sink to keep the dishes, Sanjay grabbed her from behind. I could see Rachhna’s back stiffen, and then she turned back, her breasts heaving in anger, and looking all the more voluptuous . Get out, she screamed. By now, Sanjay had gone beyond reason. Not after such an invitation, you bitch, he rasped. Things were turning serious now. From my hiding place, I wondered what to do. I had half a mind to shout, and call it off. But something held me back. I quickly ran around the house, and let myself in silently with my key. Sanjay had held Rachhna’s wrists, and had pulled her out into the hall. Let go, screamed Rachhna. Not so fast’, said Sanjay. He managed to hold both her hands with one hand, and with his other, he pulled her hair and got her face close to his. She screamed in pain. Oblivious, he planted kisses on her luscious lips, her neck. I want to see you naked, now, he rasped. Saying that, he yanked at her shirt. A couple of buttons broke loose, before the shirt came away in his strong hands. Rachhna was wearing my favorite lace bra, and the sight of that can turn on a statue. I could see the effect it had on Sanjay. He only gurgled, and yanked at the bra, which came off in one go. There was Rachhna, still fighting to break free, her torso exposed.