Previous Part: Mansi – My Friend’s Wife – Part 12
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Continuation:
The journey of Coorg ended for Mansi and me after the second fuck. My friend was about to get released on Monday. The twists and turns in our life have already taken new heights of eroticism. Exploring both our bodies has been usual fun for us now.
On Monday, we released our friend from the police station and returned to Mumbai with him. My friend’s parents were unaware of the situation in Coorg. I accompanied Mansi and my friend to their place to ensure everything was normal.
Throughout the journey, Mansi was not talking to my friend and was furious with him. While on the other hand, she was getting into me more. She avoided my friend a lot. Whenever we got space for ourselves, Mansi never missed a chance to kiss me, and I, too, never missed a chance to press her boobs and ass.
We were more of the partners than her husband being her real partner. The question was, up till when were we going to keep this a secret? Some or the other day, it was surely going to come out.
On the other hand, my friend’s situation was worse. He noticed everything that was happening between Mansi and me. Probably he was aware of the things before what we thought. But he did not accept that things would go his opposite way.
When we returned to Mumbai, my friend was not the usual one to speak with me. He started talking rudely with me and also started being arrogant with Mansi. It was no new thing for Mansi, but for me, it was.
I met Mansi one day and expressed about stopping this relationship or telling her husband the truth. Mansi was not willing to stop the relationship. So we both opted to confess our relationship to my friend.
The day was decided, and so was the place. I was nervous as I knew my friend’s anger could also cause getting beaten up. The same would have happened with Mansi. But still, we got the courage and decided to confess.
When we started speaking to my friend about our relationship, he was closely listening to everything. I ensured we were not having drinks so that he doesn’t lose his temper in the conversation. I sat opposite my friend, and Mansi sat next to him. We started our conversation.
Me: I never intended to cheat or misguide you with my relationship with Mansi. But whatever happened is purely our bond for each other.
Friend: I can see that fucking bond. I trusted you more than anyone else. And you did this to me?
Mansi interfered in the conversation and said.
Mansi: You are blaming him for all this? Listen now. I was the one who took the charge. He was never sure about me. You know, it was him and not you whenever I was in need.
Mansi: Whenever I need someone the most, it is him. He stood for you and me both in all our bad times. I, too, have a heart, and it beats faster for someone who cares and treats me well.
My friend had tears in his eyes so did Mansi. I was feeling a lot guilty. I could not understand that things were changing drastically in our lives.
Friend: Mansi, didn’t you feel ashamed about your relationship? My reputation? You didn’t even think about society, my family and your family? What are you going to tell them? How will you face them?
Mansi stood and held my friend’s collar and said.
Mansi: You should have thought about this before. It’s too late to think. And you are talking about your reputation? Do you even have that? The whole locality calls you a goon, drunkard and womaniser.
Mansi: You are assassinating my character? God damn, look at you. Don’t I know how many affairs you’ve had till now? I knew everything about your affairs, but I kept quiet and never said anything.
Mansi: I always hoped that you would change someday. But you always disappoint me. You screwed up my life, and now when I’m getting true love and pleasure from someone. Why don’t you just fuck off with your affairs? Let me enjoy my life as well.
My friend was shocked by seeing Mansi’s aggression and was nervous too. The reason was Mansi knew about his affairs. She took out the names of a couple of girls with whom he hangs out and fucks. Mansi vomited everything she knew about my friend.
I was shocked that even I didn’t know many things about him. She always kept an eye on him. She knew very well which hotels and lodges her husband used to take those girls. She had all the information about him.
I was sure she was fully prepared to dominate him in the conversation. That shows how deeply she used to love him. But he never noticed her love. After all, Mansi is also a human being. She, too, has feelings. Her anger and agony turned into a lust for me.
I thought the conversation might end up with both getting divorced. But Mansi turned the dice again. She looked at my friend with broad eyes and said.
Mansi: If you think you can divorce me after this, make sure I will not divorce you. You will be my husband only for others. But for me, your friend is my husband from now on. If you want your family not to be aware of your deities, then make sure you don’t react to my affair.
Mansi: Let me enjoy the rest of my life with your friend. That’s the only choice you have. Accept my relationship, and I will accept yours with other women. Hereafter you cannot touch me.
My friend turned red. Deep down, He was feeling guilty about himself as well. It was too late to make Mansi understand. He stood up and exited the house, pushing the door hard. While going, he also called Mansi a bitch and a whore.
Mansi sat on the sofa and was crying. I didn’t know how to react in all these scenarios. Mansi had made things clear from her side. The question was would my friend accept whatever Mansi asked for? Will he do that easily? Which husband would ever accept his wife having an affair with someone else?
My mind was grooving with many tensions. I kept consoling Mansi. Her eyes were moist and were making my t-shirt wet with her tears. We both were relieved about the fact that we confessed to our relationship.
Mansi’s tears were saying the truth of her life. She stood up and went straight towards her bedroom. It’s the same bedroom where I fucked Mansi for the first time. She went straight towards her bedroom. I followed Mansi to console her.
She was looking out the window and thinking of something while sobbing. I went to her and hugged her from behind, embracing her with affection. While my chin was on her shoulders and my dick was brushing her ass from behind, we were getting cosy with emotions.
I was the support system Mansi always wanted. I was there for her every time she wanted me to be. Suddenly, I realised that this was the same place where Mansi and I started our fuck relationship. Imagining the first fuck with Mansi, I suddenly got a boner.
Mansi felt it and gave a small kiss on my cheeks. She rested her head on my chest and said
Mansi: Your emotions are flowing under your jeans. Why don’t you release your emotions over me?
Me: Now? After all the drama that happened just a few minutes back? Do you want me to fuck you?
Mansi: Do you think I’m scared after confessing my relationship? Why should I be? My husband is fucking multiple women, and I’m fucking just one.
Me: That’s true, but he might come anytime.
Mansi: I know him better than you. He’s not going to come before night. I hurt his ego. He might have gone to bang one of his whores to relieve his manhood.
Saying this, Mansi turned towards me and loosened her hair while removing the hair clip. She looked at me seductively, showing her lust and love for me with her wet tearful cheeks. She wiped her cheeks and started kissing my neck and my collarbone.
She’s a wild artist of lust. Mansi gave me a hickey on my neck, which charged me up. I lifted Mansi and banged her on the nearby wall. We both went wild over each other, hugging and kissing passionately.
She went on her knees to unzip my jeans and took my dick in her mouth. She gulped it vigorously without wasting time. It was a no-clue game for us now. Wide open ground to play as per our conditions.
We both were not afraid of any consequences now. Mansi was gulping and stroking my dick like a pro. Our bodies were comfortable with each other. We both were playing with our bodies however we wanted to.
We knew our sensitive points very well. We both knew our turn-ons and were getting intimate the same way. Since it was triggered by now, I pulled Mansi’s hair and made her stand to pull out her kurta and leggings down. I spanked Mansi’s ass before bending her down on the wall.
I went down and ate her ass and pussy from the back. Her bending was showing more of her curves. I enjoyed the view and wanted to enjoy it to the fullest. I stood up and pulled down her panty.
In no time, my dick was in Mansi’s pussy. The emotion of lust and love flowed together with every stroke of mine. I kept fucking Mansi in the same position for quite some time. This was when I realised that Mansi wore the mangalsutra of her husband’s name. But someone else was enjoying her body.
Fucking Mansi, while looking at the photo frame of her and my friend made my dick harder. I felt as if I was indirectly cuckolding. My dick started hitting her g spot. I pulled Mansi’s hair forcefully before I ejaculated my sperm in her pussy.
Since this scenario, my friend, too, has accepted our relationship. He is fine with it continuing while he, too, enjoys his life with his whores. They both have come up with an agreement, not leaving each other. But also not getting involved with each other.
For the whole world, Mansi is my friend’s wife, but we know the truth secretly. Let’s see how far this relationship takes us.
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