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After the incident outside the police station, I was in double mind the whole night. I had thought not to cheat my friend. But Mansi’s seduction was taking over all my loyalty towards my friend. I was giving up on it by rubbing my hand on my dick, which led to masturbation while thinking about Mansi.
The next day, I woke up and went to my office. Thinking about last night’s incident, I was nervous. By around noon, I got Mansi’s message, intimating about my friend and his family leaving for their native. The 1-year-old kid was with Mansi.
I was nervous and replied her whether she was sure about this. She replied with a thumbs up. I had my lunch and started riding toward my friend’s place. I reached near my friend’s building. I called Mansi before entering, as many neighbours know me personally.
There were around 12 flats on a floor. So the chances of getting caught were very high. But Mansi was confident about it. She knew the exact time to let me in when no one was on the floor. I asked Mansi to open the door as I got inside and close it.
I went into the lift with all the nervousness. I reached their floor and just peeped here and there once to see whether someone was watching. There was no one. Within a fraction of a second, I rushed into the flat and closed the door.
My friend’s flat was a 1 Bhk, which was not so big. A flat owned by a typical middle-class family. As soon as I closed the door, I kept my office bag on the nearby sofa, and a voice came from the kitchen. Maybe she was busy with her daily chores.
Mansi: Latch the door.
Me: (nervously) Yeah. I did it.
The kid was on the floor playing with a toy. Mansi came out from the kitchen. She was wearing a kurta and leggings. It’s her daily outfit. I was nervous to look into her eyes, but she was very bold to look into mine. She offered me some water and asked me whether I had had my lunch. I replied with a yes.
She asked me whether I wanted to get freshen up. I said yes. I went into the washroom until she said she’d make her kid sleep. I nodded with a fine gesture. I came back and asked her for a towel. She pointed me towards the bedroom as she was making her kid sleep.
I saw that the AC was on and was already cool. They didn’t have a bed, so Mansi had arranged a sleeping space by spreading the mattress on the floor. I was in my formals. I waited for Mansi to come in. After nearly 20 minutes, she came in.
Mansi was not new to me. But what made me nervous was that my friend’s wife gave herself to me. This thought was driving a kink around my mind. She came in, pushed the door, and didn’t latch it as her baby was sleeping.
Mansi looked straight into my eyes. I thought if she was confident about the situation, why should I consider the consequences? I gave up on my nervousness and walked toward her. She switched off the light and said.
Mansi: I don’t want to see you fucking me. This will create guilt in my mind.
Me: I agree. Mine too.
Mansi: So ready to bang your friend’s wife?
Me: How come you turned so raunchy? I mean, what made you think about this?
Mansi: Your friend is fucking my sister, and I know you, too, knew about this.
Mansi had an elder sister with whom my friend had erotic time. I was taken aback. I was in shock. How come she knew all these things? I was in no situation to react to anything. As a very dim light in the room, our expressions were not visible to each other. Mansi opened her hair and came and hugged me.
Mansi: If my husband can have fun, so can I. I, too, want to taste something different in life.
Me: Is it a Tit for Tat?
Mansi: Not just a Tit for Tat, but I lust for you.
Saying this, she hugged me. Her boobs crushed on my chest and a shiver passed my head. My dick tightened in no time and got hard. The next moment I hugged her tight, and I felt her back. After hugging her for some time, I lifted her chin and kissed her. The feeling was heavenly.
The nervousness of getting caught and enjoying this raunchy figure gave me a heavenly experience. We kissed for some time, and she started unbuttoning my shirt. She was in no mood to stop and was taking matters into her own hands. I was cooperating as if I was letting her do whatever she wanted.
She removed her kurti, and I saw her body shining in the dim light. Wearing a black bra, her body shimmered in the dim light. She also removed her leggings, and I saw her white floral panty. Simultaneously I removed my hand and was in my brief now.
She rubbed my dick over my brief and kissed me, licking my bare chest. She said:
Mansi: Make me cry in your arms. Please. I want to forget all my bad days spent with your friend.
Me: Hmmm.
Mansi: Please make me yours. It was just you when I thought of taking revenge on my husband. I trust you, and I know you won’t disappoint me.
Saying this, she gave a bite my chest. Her words made me so hot that I lifted her by her waist and banged onto the nearby wall. Although I’m just an average looking, 5.6″ guy, her words gave me the strength to lift her and bang her on the wall.
My wild side came out. I started rubbing my dick over her pussy while kissing all over her neck. She was replying with the same intensity. Both our wildness was coming out as I was holding her waist tight. Sometimes I was pinching her waist as I could move her waist.
I made her turn around and started kissing and licking her back. My blood flowed in the reverse direction from my dick to my head, making me mad. I wanted to bang Mansi on the wall itself. The next moment she pushed me behind and got on her knees.
She pulled my briefs down and, in no time, gulped my dick deep into her mouth. I was on cloud 9 with her sudden act. Holding both my thighs, she was gulping my dick like a pro. I was enjoying the best blowjob of my life. She gave me a deep-throat blowjob.
I was resting my hands on the wall and moaning in ecstasy. Before I blew out my cum I pulled her hair and sighed with relief. She wiped her mouth, and I pulled her up again and banged her on the wall. I was rubbing my body all over Mansi’s body and biting over her boobs.
I removed her bra in one go, and she hugged me tightly. She was now rubbing her boobs on my chest, giving my dick new standards to rise more and more. I was sucking her boobs and pressing them as hard as I could. She allowed me to go hard on her as much as I wanted.
I gave a bite on her small mangalsutra and simultaneously gave a bite on her nipples. She moaned a bit and hit me on my shoulders. I went down, kissing and licking her lower boobs and her navel and removed her panty in one go.
Her pussy was not cleanly shaved and had small pubic hairs on it. Usually, I don’t like hairs on a woman’s pussy. But I was so wild that I dug my face in her pussy the next moment and started licking it. She kept one leg on my shoulder and rubbed my hair.
Her moans were increasing, creating fear in my mind about whether someone might hear. Mansi was showing me heaven on earth, and I was enjoying the best time of my life. I wanted to push for the final action, but Mansi had something else in her mind.
When I was about to push my dick into her pussy she stopped me and asked me to wait for 2 minutes. I started wondering what she was up to. She brought her mobile, switched it on and displayed my friend’s photo. She kept the phone in a vertical position taking support of the pillow, and she went on all her fours.
My friend’s photo was visible in front of her. She wanted me to fuck her in the doggy style while we both looked at the photo while fucking. I was stunned by this idea, and it looked very kinky. Mansi was on another level of kink. The soft-spoken, well-mannered Mansi was no more in front of me.
While in the doggy position, she looked back at me and said.
Mansi: He might be fucking my sister in the same position, right?
I was kissing her ass as she asked me the question.
Me: How would I know?
Mansi: Come on! What are you waiting for? Show me the real you that I’m craving. Let my husband see his wife getting fucked by his friend.
Me: Yeah Yeah.
I positioned my dick on her pussy, and I pushed it hard on her. I had a great view of her ass. Due to pregnancy, her stretch marks were visible, which created more hard-on for me. I went slow and steady after the hard push. I wanted to enjoy it to the fullest.
Mansi was enjoying herself and consistently looking at her husband’s photo. I felt awkward looking at the photo. While fucking, I looked at once. I could see our reflection on the mobile. Mansi was in no mood to say anything. She was holding the mattress tight while I increased my speed.
Looking at her husband’s photo, she yelled out.
Mansi: Fucking asshole. You made me do this with your sins. You have made me a sinner now.
Saying this, she loudly cried while I was banging her. The next moment I pulled out my dick, switched off the mobile and threw it aside. I made her sleep in missionary, and she hugged me tightly. I pushed my dick deep into her pussy and asked her to look at me.
She hesitated but looked at me and enjoyed her new lover’s love while dumping her husband’s hate. Mansi hugged me tightly and kissed my shoulders like a true lover. She asked me to love her like a true lover, and she went into a deep trance of lovemaking with me.
After 15 minutes of fucking in missionary, I discharged in her. We both left a sigh of relief. Her eyes were moist, and we didn’t speak a single word. She hugged me and slept beside me for some time.
This was my experience with my friend’s wife, Mansi. Later, I didn’t continue the relationship as I felt it had no future. Mansi got what she wanted from me. Her intention was fulfilled, and I was happy to experience my life beyond what it was.
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