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Continuation:
After the disaster and havoc my friend had created in Coorg. Things were not going his way. Suddenly, the intentions that Mansi and I had created between us had changed drastically. Our commitment to not meeting didn’t last for more than 2 months after our fuck session in Coorg.
The ups and downs in Mansi’s life have always made her stronger. I’m grateful that I always played some role in all her downs. Although, I never entertained myself in her ups. My presence was like a shadow. The person who can’t commit to her in front of the world is everything to her behind closed doors.
Mansi didn’t want to lose me neither did she want to end her relationship with her husband. He was her love, and I was her companion. We both had different roles to play in her life. My side was more transparent for her, but my friend’s side was not.
I often felt guilty about the situation I was always in with Mansi. But the lust factor always overcame my loyalty towards my friend. My readers who have been in the same situation or fantasised about something like this might know the feelings these relationships give us.
While getting ready and leaving for the police station, I saw that Mansi was not in an impression to leave. I was confused by her behaviour. She should be happy that her husband was about to get released today. We both were sipping coffee. Unable to understand what was going on in her mind. I approached her.
Me: What happened?
Mansi: Nothing, Honey.
Me: Hey, come on. You always express your feelings to me. You never talk about things with your husband that you talk to me. So be bold to speak up.
Mansi: It’s been such a wonderful night since yesterday. Even today morning, I felt wonderful. I should be happy that my husband will be released with all the formalities. But I’m not happy about this. I don’t know why.
Me: Why is it so?
Mansi: I don’t know, yaar. I don’t want him to come out for a few more days. I want to be with you and enjoy this time.
Me: What are you talking about? Are you insane?
Mansi: Trust me. I’m getting insane. This time is never going to come back in my life. I’m acting like a bitch and a whore, and I’m aware of it. But I’m damn sure what I’m talking about.
Me: Mansi, all the formalities are done. I’ve already managed a lot of things here. Please don’t ruin it all. It will be difficult to release your husband for the next few days.
Mansi: That’s what I want. I’m adamant about what I’m saying. Rest is your call.
Saying this, Mansi went a few steps back and rested her ass on the small dining table of the hotel room. She overlaps her right leg on her left and starts making circles with her tongue on her lips. Her seduction play had started. Her eyes were firm and, without blinking, looked straight into mine with boldness.
Mansi brought her index finger towards her cleavage and rubbed it anti-clockwise while playing with her mangalsutra.
Mansi: I know you, too, want me. This time will never come back once we return to Mumbai. No one knows us here. Let’s do it.
I was hypnotised by Mansi’s words and only listened to her. How she narrated the futuristic ideas we would be experiencing gave me chills.
Mansi: It’s Saturday today. If we process the formalities in the second half, my husband will be released by Monday. I’m asking you to postpone the formality timings, which can be done easily.
Mansi gave me ideas to manipulate the formalities, making me believe how wicked she had turned. But in real life, she’s not the same. Her craze for me was making her wicked. That’s how far a woman can go for a man she lusts for and trusts most.
After hearing all the ideas, I went into the flow of lust that Mansi had raised for me. With affirmative action, I nodded to whatever she demanded. I left the room and thought about not releasing my friend for the next few days.
My lawyer was the only person who would have set things for me. I quickly connected with him and took ideas that could be implemented my way. His ideas were positive and well-executed. I returned to the room and asked Mansi to pack up everything.
She thought I had dropped the idea that she had suggested to me. Little did she know about my plans. With a sad face, she moved out with all her luggage, and we checked out from the hotel. I booked a cab to the police station. I thanked the hotel manager for his assistance and support throughout the matter.
We boarded the cab and went straight away to the police station. Mansi was sad throughout the journey. I consoled her, but she did not want to talk to me. As soon as we both went to the police station, we met the charge station. The charge asked me to meet the Second in charge of the station to process the formalities.
I went alone to his cabin this time and asked Mansi to wait in the lobby. While completing the formalities, I asked for a favour from the second in charge. Mansi’s sadness was all in my mind. I thought of taking a chance and asking for a favour from the policeman in return for a bribe.
I immediately approached him for a bribe for a friend’s release till Monday. To my offer, he told me that my friend would not get released today. So there was no need for bribing. On the contrary, he also asked me why I wanted to release him on Monday, not today itself.
I positively responded to the policeman, which he could have agreed with. The release process takes a hell lot of time. As the next day was Sunday, it could have only happened by Monday morning.
That was a positive sign for me. Maybe god was with us and wanted Mansi to spend time with me. From morning 10.30 to evening 5.30, we were in the station clearing all the formalities. So it was confirmed he would get discharged by Monday morning itself.
Hearing this, Mansi was overjoyed. A bright smile occurred on her face. We also had to pass on this message to my friend for his release. So I asked the constable to let us meet him for atleast 5 minutes. He took us to the other side of the station and made us sit in the lobby.
After a couple of minutes, my friend came and saw us. Looking at me, he was relieved and happy that his saviour was also there to help him this time. He came towards me and hugged me before even meeting Mansi. I told him about his release and all other arrangements.
He was fine with it as he trusted that I would have exerted total effort to release him. Mansi and my friend didn’t speak much; he also knew that he was ashamed of his act. He tried not to keep eye contact with Mansi. He didn’t even bother to ask us where we are staying and our plans till Monday morning.
After all, it was all going Mansi’s way. Before leaving the police station, I asked the constable to give my friend whatever he wanted to eat and handed him a good amount. We moved out of the station and booked a cab first. I knew where we were heading to.
Mansi had no clue about this, but she was overjoyed that it was happening how she desired. We boarded the cab and reached about 5 minutes from the police station. Mansi jumped over me in excitement and said thanks. She hugged me in ecstasy without knowing the driver was noticing us from his rare mirror.
She quickly adjusted herself and laughed while realising where we were. We reached our new hotel, which was more beautiful than the previous one. It was the same hotel that I had shortlisted amongst all the others for Mansi and my friend’s vacation. This hotel was my favourite while browsing.
We checked in, and our time started, which Mansi had desired for. So till Monday, it was me and Mansi with whole heart, passion and lust. The moment we entered our room, it mesmerised both of us. The pics I saw while booking the hotel resembled the same.
The room consisted of a living room, a bedroom, an outdoor shower, and a Jacuzzi with an open roof giving a view of lush green forest. The unique thing I liked about the room was that it had no windows. The walls with an outside view from the living and bedroom were totally glass proof.
Early morning dew drops can be seen tumbling down each other on the glass wall. While in the daytime, one can have a clear view of the lush green forest. The moment we entered, I pulled Mansi towards me and hugged her showing my warmth and affection.
She was in her usual dress code of kurti and leggings, wearing long earrings (jhumkas), lips covered red, a small Bindi with a kumkum on her forehead, and a long two-threaded mangalsutra. My mind was prepared to destroy Mansi’s pussy for the next couple of nights.
We cuddled and kissed each other with the utmost love and affection that we both had. We didn’t go further with our lovemaking. I had some other plans. I made arrangements to make the night more special by planning something better for us.
We were in the mood to explore ourselves. But I asked her to relax in the afternoon after having lunch. By the time I went and met the Manager to make some special arrangements for us in the evening. As we decided, we both dressed elegantly in the evening.
I was in my formal, and Mansi was already on her vacation. So she had a lot of stuff to wear. She wore a black satin one piece which was her knee length. Her sexy thighs were popping out, and her creamy legs were tempting to see. She wore the same makeup which she usually wears.
That’s how I like her to be. After all, her makeup was going to mess up sometime. The hotel had a unique concept of a restaurant on the trees. One can sit and relax on the tree site, and the order would be served in a hanging basket.
The visitor had to pull the given food with a rope once the order had been delivered in the basket. Likewise, there was no disturbance for the couples as it was like a small tree house with lots of privacy. As we both went up, we both sat next to each other.
The small tree house had a short dining table. We had to sit on the floor where the bamboo mats were laid. The climate was cool, and nature was delightful. Wow! What a view it was. Sky was clear, and the stars were glittering, giving us the feeling of entering another world.
We already had wine on the table. We toasted and had the first sip. I was holding Mansi by her sideways while rubbing her bare arms. Mansi was getting naughty with every sip of wine. She kept her left hand on my back and made me drink her wine. I sipped it and did the same with my wine.
The second time Mansi made me sip the wine from her glass again as she kept the glass aside and brought her lips towards mine. I loved her moves. She was a couple of inches away from my lips and was looking deep into my eyes. Mansi moved her tongue out.
He started encircling it over my lips while getting the taste of wine from my lips. She took hold of my hair and whispered in my ears.
Mansi: You bring out the inner devil of mine. Oh, God! You make me mad whenever I look into your eyes.
Me: You are a devil disguised in a hot-looking sexy woman.
Hearing this reply, she pulled my hair back vigorously and sat on my lap. Mansi got wild and started kissing me wildly while biting my lips. I was not expecting this from her. The sounds of cricket were the only sounds heard, except for our long breathing and moaning sound.
Mansi went wild over me while I held her waist and rubbed my hands on her bare thighs. Her dress was lifted to her thighs, allowing me to rub her ass. Mansi rolled her hands over my neck. I was going crazy over my lips while enjoying rubbing her thighs and ass.
After a long bite on my lips, she released me, looked into my eyes, and gave me a wicked smile. I smiled back, and she kept kissing and licking my neck while removing the top three buttons of my shirt. She went all over my collarbone and chest and kept biting.
I appreciated her moves by rubbing my hands all over her back and thighs. The next moment she stood straight and rested one hand on the bamboo wall to support her. I pulled up her dress, giving me a clear glimpse of her pussy over her panty.
With the other hand, she forced my head forward and dug my face into her pussy. My face was feeling lava coming out of a volcano. Her red and white striped panty was throwing an essence to die for. Holding her thighs and rubbing them, I kept sniffing and biting her pussy.
Mansi was going mad with this, and her legs were tumbling with moves. She kept pushing my head on her pussy harder. After a few more minutes of sniffing and biting her pussy, Mansi sat on my lap again and unzipped my trouser.
The situation was intense, and we both enjoyed this once-in-a-lifetime moment. Mansi took hold of my dick and looked into my eyes while rubbing it. I was amazed by all her moves. She rubbed my dick before moving down and taking the shaft in her mouth.
Mansi swallowed and slurped my whole dick in one go. I kept pressing her head on my dick while holding her hair and messing it up. Mansi’s mangalsutra was rubbing over my thighs and creating rashes. On the other hand, Mansi kept blowing my dick for a long time. I was pressing her head and was sipping wine.
Mansi stood after a long marathon of blowjobs over my dick and wiped her mouth while looking at me wickedly. She removed her panty and sat on my dick, inserting it in her pussy. She rolled her hands behind my neck and started bouncing on my dick vigorously.
Mansi went wild over my dick while holding me tight and moaning as hard as she could in my ears. I rolled my hands on her waist, trying to push her ass more down on my dick. As usual, Mansi’s mangalsutra was hanging like a pendulum in front of me.
I took hold of her mangalsutra between my teeth. That’s the best move I like while fucking Mansi. She kept bouncing and pleasing me till we both discharged simultaneously.
This was our first session that night. There’s more to come. I’ll share what we did for the next 36 hours before my friend’s release, and we left for Mumbai. Till then, keep supporting and writing to [email protected].
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