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Continuation:
Mansi and my relationship had developed more than just sex. We shared and cared for each other. We were fond of each other. After all, when two mature people share a bed, they leave behind a memory that has to be cherished. In our case, many memories made us fall for each other.
We both knew the relationship would not last long and were mentally prepared for the situation. Mansi and I were diplomatic and agreed that when the time came, we would separate. We didn’t want our relationship with my friend spoiled by both sides.
Our fuck sessions continued till the time my friend came up for a discussion. This incident happened last month when my friend called me. He asked whether I could help him with his personal matters. I was always of great help to him and never expected anything in return. I agreed to meet and discuss the matter.
We met at our usual spot. He offered me drinks, but I refused. I didn’t allow him to drink, either. I knew he would keep drinking and talk a nuisance if he got drunk. He started discussing my personal life first. Whenever he met me, one question always used to be there from him.
This time it surprised me, which was viable since I was fucking his wife. He asked me who am I fucking these days. I got scared, and my lips shivered while saying, “It’s an old friend. You don’t know her.” In a curious tone, he replied, “Is it? Older than our friendship?”
I got worried as my friend was digging holes to bring out the truth. In a confident tone, I replied, “Bro, you don’t know her. Trust me. You really don’t.” In an affirmative tone, he patted my shoulders and said, “Enjoy, lucky bastard.” Little did he know that I was lucky with his wife.
I waved the situation off and asked him what the matter was and why he had called me. He started discussing his sorrows and told me Mansi was no longer interested in him. He wanted a change in life and to restart his life. I was happy that atleast he came to his senses and made the mindset to be a good husband.
On the other hand, it was heartbreaking for me. I didn’t express anything and kept quiet. My friend’s happiness was more important to me. I was always ready to step back whenever the situation needed it. I readily agreed to help him. To resolve his family disputes, the main challenge was convincing Mansi. I knew Mansi was not going to get convinced easily. Before convincing her, I ensured my friend was confident about a new start to his life.
I ordered him to avoid drinks henceforth and not to misbehave with Mansi. I made him realise that Mansi has left her house with some aspirations. He had already spoiled everything, so he had to restore the relationship. After much discussion, we finally decided that my friend needed a break.
I suggested he take Mansi on a week-long holiday. This could be the time to sort things between them. He readily agreed to it. The bookings and all could be made easily. Unfortunately, the main task was for me to convince Mansi. I knew she would get convinced as she trusted me more than her husband.
Although Mansi was my fuck buddy, we both never disrespected each other. I knew things were not going to get sorted on mobile. I decided to meet Mansi personally. For the first time, I took formal permission from my friend to meet Mansi. Weird psychology was running down the minds, maybe.
I also informed my friend not to be present while I was talking to Mansi, as she might get furious. Unaware of how Mansi would react, I was confident that she would never disrespect my words. Mansi and my friend were not on talking terms, despite staying under the same roof.
Their marriage was for their namesake on both ends, just for their daughter and for society. So tracking down Mansi’s daily routine was unwilling for my friend. I asked Mansi to meet me at a cafe. She readily agreed to meet. She never neglected me, nor did she throw tantrums at me.
She was a mature lady who knew how to handle things well. I came first to the cafe and was waiting for her. She came after 10 minutes. Mansi was in her usual attire. Mango Colored kurti and white leggings. Hairs tied in a bun. Mansi has sexy long hair. Her figure looks best when she wears this outfit.
She came towards the table and swayed her body more seductively. Her walking style changes whenever we meet. She sways her ass more whenever in around her. Mansi was smiling from the cafe door to the table. I was her sunshine for her in her dull life.
We both ordered a frappe. We both were sipping and looking into each other’s eyes. Mansi is always seductive whenever she looks into my eyes. Before starting a serious conversation, I made the situation lighter by cracking jokes. In between, holding her hands, making her feel special as I always do.
She gets carried away easily after such affection. She started rubbing my legs with her toes under the table. I looked at her by raising my eyebrows. She winked at me. I was getting aroused now. The next moment, I realised the intention of meeting her and took my legs back to go ahead with the discussion.
She was in a question mark. Holding her hand, I started elaborating on my whole discussion with my friend. I made her understand what was right for her and what had to be done now. She was annoyed and angry by the decision I had made for us.
However, I made her understand the previous conversations of our mutual understanding of separating. Mansi was unable to take it positively. After a lot of convincing and emotional trauma, she finally agreed. She was also confident that my friend would not change at any cost.
She also challenged me that the initiative I’ve taken to bring them together will not last long. The next moment she offered me something unexpected.
Mansi: (wiping her tears off, looking at me and smiling) Since I’m going to begin a new life with my husband tomorrow, can I ask my lover to make love to me today?
Me: (I felt shy and blushed with ecstasy) You want to do it now?
Mansi nodded a yes. Booking a room on the outskirts of Mumbai is never a big deal for unmarried or explicit couples. Mansi and I had already explored many hotels for a quick round of sex, where we used to book a room for 2 to 3 hours. This time, too, we booked a room and went straight towards the hotel.
We checked in. The room was very cosy and comfortable for a quick session. She sat on the edge of the bed. I was looking around the room and its ambience. She was looking at me and was wondering. After a quick check, I sat on one end of the bed.
Mansi crawled towards me and sat on my lap. Holding my face in both her hands, she started kissing me. She was passionate with her kisses and was leaving marks on my lips. She was getting harsh over me. Both my hands were on her waist. I was moving her waist with my tight grip.
Mansi raised her hands behind her head and took out the hair clip from the bun. Men who are crazy about armpits might understand the feeling when a girl raises her hands to tie or untie her hair. It is the sexiest pose she gives. Her hair dropped over her shoulders.
We both were kissing each other wildly and passionately. She removed my t-shirt and her mango-coloured kurti. Her white floral bra was inviting me to squeeze her wheatish melons. Holding my neck, she pulled me towards her boobs and pressed my face into them.
Wrapping my arms on her waist, I started kissing and licking her chest and cleavage. In between, I was raising her arms to lick her sweaty armpits. Her hairs were all over her boobs, and her small mangalsutra was hidden between the cleavage. I raised my hands and unhooked her bra.
The moment I unhooked her bra, her boobs dropped out. I threw the bra aside and took hold of both her nipples. I was holding both her melons in my hands while squeezing them hard.
Mansi was holding my neck and pushing me more on her boobs. I was sniffing and licking her boobs like a hungry dog. Her nipples were tight and ready to be eaten raw. After squeezing, licking and sucking off her boobs, I took hold of her nipples one by one.
I started licking them with the tip of my tongue. Licking Mansi’s nipples and how she shivered gave me pleasures that can’t be explained in words. Mansi was getting crazy due to a lot of boobs and nipples licking. She was pulling my hair with ecstasy. I made her sit next to me and removed my jeans.
I pulled her legs and brought her towards the edge of the bed. I removed her leggings in one pull. Holding both her legs on my shoulders while I was standing on the edge of the bed. I started licking and sucking her legs while she shivered like a fish.
Her legs were moving and making efforts to release from my catch. Mansi’s silver anklets made a mystical sound near my ears whenever she tried to get off me. We both were enjoying the moment, which could turn out to be the last fuck of our life.
After pasting my saliva all over Mansi’s legs, calves, thighs and inner thighs, I went down to my knees. I removed Mansi’s black panty and surrendered my mouth on her pussy. Mansi was very much fond of my pussy licking skills. She enjoyed it to the core whenever I licked her pussy.
I went deep into her pussy while stretching her legs apart. I kept licking and sucking her pussy hole while biting the thin flesh which hung out. After a long pussy sucking, I removed my briefs and made Mansi sit on the edge while her feet were on the floor. I was standing in front of her.
I kissed Mansi hard and pushed her head down on my dick. She was a pro and knew how to please me. Wrapping her hands behind my waist, she started giving me a blowjob. Mansi’s blowjob skills are awesome, and it’s my favourite ingredient of sex.
Mansi looked at me while sucking my dick while her short mangalsutra was hanging and swinging like a pendulum. I was enjoying the view. I pushed Mansi behind, took hold of both her legs, and kept them on my shoulders. The next moment I thrust my dick deep into her pussy with force.
Mansi hates when I push my dick deep in my first stroke. I like to hit a six on the very first ball. That’s my skill. Mansi took a minute to come to her senses after my first stroke. After she came to her senses, I started moving in and out and kept fucking Mansi in the same position.
While fucking I kept kissing and licking her legs and calves. Holding her thighs in between and mauling her boobs, I hit Mansi’s pussy hard. I love the position where I can take control and keep ramming Mansi. Mansi never complained about my fucking and took everything I gave.
After fucking in that position for the next 10 minutes, Mansi asked me to sleep on the bed as she wanted to ride me. I switched the position, and Mansi sat on my dick. Taking support from my shoulders, Mansi kept bouncing on my dick. Her hair was moving in the rhythm of her bounces.
While moving faster in the momentum, Mansi said.
Mansi: (grunting and in a tired tone while bouncing on my dick) I’ll miss this. I’ll miss this a lot. But trust me. Your initiative is going to get in vain. Nothing better is going to happen between your friend and me.
Me: Keep fucking me if nothing goes well between you two. I’m always there for you.
Mansi smiled and increased her riding speed. My words made her believe in me. I was holding her left boob with one hand and her waist with another. She kept kissing me and pressing me on her boobs. After 10 more minutes of fucking we both cum in the same position. Exhausted, she fell next to me.
This was going to turn out to be our last fuck, but destiny had something else to plan for. Mansi’s words were going to be true shortly. In the next part, I will describe the incidents that happened on the pre-planned holiday of my friend and Mansi.
Keep tuned to know what happened during the holidays and how things turned upside down again for Mansi and me. The tale continues. Keep supporting and writing to [email protected].