Hi All. Today I am here to narrate an incident which happened with my friend’s wife. My name is Sandeep, and I am a 32-year-old unmarried male from Mangalore. I work abroad. I had come to India on a vacation. Towards the end of my vacation, I was planning to travel back.
My friend’s wife (Geeta, name changed) works in Bangalore. She wanted to surprise her husband with a special gift. She messaged me one day and asked me if I was willing to take a gift for him. My friend was my roommate abroad. His birthday was coming up.
She wanted it to be a surprise for him. So she didn’t want me to tell him she had messaged me. I agreed to be a part of the surprise for his birthday. Geeta requested me to visit her house in Bangalore. So, I planned that I would reach Bangalore in the morning. My next flight out of India would be in the evening.
Geeta invited me home for lunch so that I could collect the gift for her husband. I had never met Geeta before. I had seen her in my friend’s WhatsApp DP and a few pics on his mobile. She looked beautiful in the pics, but I had not paid too much attention back then.
I had her contact as my friend had given her my number as an emergency number. I reached Bangalore in the morning and booked a hotel. I freshened up and took the long journey to Electronic City by a cab. I reached by 11:00 AM. I rang the bell. To my utter surprise, what I saw was a feast to my eyes.
Little did I know that Geeta was so beautiful and hot. She looked totally different from her pic. Describing Geeta, she was around 5’4″. She was wearing blue jeans and a red Tee Shirt. She looked as if god had taken extra time in sculpting her features.
She had straight hair that flew down like a river over her shoulders and up to her breasts. Her eyebrows were sharp and pointed, indicating they had recently been shaped. Her face radiated elegance. She had glamorous brown eyes, which were the epitome of beauty.
With a round nose, dimpled chin, and smooth skin filled with a beautiful smile, she looked like an angel. I was spellbound just by her beautiful face. Since that was my first time meeting her, all I could say was “Hello.” She was courteous. She invited me inside the house and tried to make me comfortable.
She offered me water and some snacks and tried to strike up a conversation. However, my mind was in a tizzy. The stunning figure of Geeta had me lost in thoughts. I kept wondering how lucky and, at the same time, unlucky my friend was. To have such a stunning wife but not enjoy the moments of married life!
Coming back to Geeta, she had a voluptuous hourglass figure of 36-32-36. She had voluptuous, large, curvy breasts, which accentuated her cleavage. Her breasts appeared smooth, probably because of her padded bra. Her navel was silky smooth. Her Tees just reached the top of her jeans.
Every time she moved or lifted her hand, I could see the silky smooth navel with a beautiful navel hole. She had the juiciest of buttocks, which accentuated her figure. Her legs were firm and well-toned. Overall, she looked fit and toned with some degree of exercise.
Coming to me, I am 6 feet tall. I have a fairly athletic body, as I jog regularly. I have a wheatish complexion with a cleanly shaved beard and no moustache. I was lean and weighed around 75 kg.
Coming back to the present, there was a sense of awkwardness. I was a little uncomfortable being around hot Geeta. I had a strange feeling that she could sense that. She was trying her best to lighten the conversation and break the ice. The more she tried to lighten the mood, the more I was getting aroused.
I changed the topic and asked her where the gift to her husband was. She mentioned that it was in her room and she would be back in a moment. Geeta went to her room, and I could see her searching for the gift. She had clearly forgotten where she had placed it.
She finally found the gift, and it was a special edition Yonex racquet. She had collected it specifically for him as her husband loved sports.
Finally, it was time for lunch. I was relieved. I thought this pleasurable nightmare was going to be over. Little did I know that this was the beginning of something unexpected. Geeta was setting up the plates on the dining table. There seemed to be some oil on the floor.
Unfortunately, Geeta slipped and fell. With it, she dropped a bowl full of sambar on my shirt and her Tees. Luckily, she was fine, but it was an embarrassing moment for her. I was drenched in sambar, and she was on the floor.
She profusely apologized. I was not sure what to make of the situation, as I didn’t have any spare clothes with me.
Geeta: Sorry!
Me: It’s okay.
Geeta: (Distraught and almost in tears) Let me give you Ravi’s (her husband’s) clothes.
Me: Okay. Even your clothes are soiled. Even you should change.
Geeta: Haan.
The wet sambar had spilt on her breasts. Now, her T-shirt was stuck to her body line, and her bra lines were clearly visible. Geeta was embarrassed, and I was not sure where else to look. She quickly went to her room and changed her clothes. She came back with a set of her husband’s clothes for me to change.
I went to the room to change. I could see Geeta’s T-shirt and bra on the bed. The very sight of her innerwear on the bed was a turn-on for me. I finally changed my clothes and came back to the hall. I could see that Geeta was cleaning the floor.
Me: Neev obre maadthiddera, naanu help maadtheeni. (You are cleaning alone. Let me help you, too.)
Geeta: Beda beda. Neevu guest, nim kaili heng maadisli. (You are the guest. How can I let you work?)
However while helping Geeta, I noticed one stark difference now. In the hurry, Geeta had forgotten to wear her bra. Her breasts were loose and jiggling now. Every time she bent, I could see her voluptuous breasts dangling all the way to her navel.
It was a sight to behold but, at the same time, a hard moment for me to control.
There was some music going on on the TV and me and Geeta were cleaning the floor. The cleaning helped to break some ice and now we were in sync with the cleaning.
We were heping each other in cleaning and washing the floor, getting more drenched with soap water. I tried to lighten up the conversation and said:
Me: Ravi shirt haakondu, Ravi maadbekaada kelsa maadthiddeeni. (Since I am wearing Ravi’s shirt, I am doing his work.)
Geeta: Ella maadthilla. Kelavu baaki idhe. (Not everything. Few are pending)
Her response stumped me, but I was not sure what she meant.
Me: Andre? (What do you mean?)
Geeta: (Playfully) Batthe ogeyodhu, nela orsodhu ella idhe. (Washing clothes, utensils etc)
Geeta: Neeven ankondri? (What did you think off?)
Me: Enilla bidi. (Nothing. Just ignore)
Geeta, getting the hint, retorted by saying, “Nim gandusrige ide aaythu.” (All you men are perverts.)
Finally, after 15 minutes, we were done cleaning. Geeta’s upper body was completely drenched in soap water now. I could literally see her nipples over her white T-shirt. Her T shirt was sticking to her body and perfectly fitting her form.
She came and rested on the sofa and set next to me as she was thoroughly tired. Luckily or unluckily for me, there was a kissing scene going on on the TV. I was not sure how to react. In order to lighten the mood, I blurted out, “Ravi also baaki idhe.” (One task of Ravi is pending.)
To my shock and surprise, Geeta, in the heat of the moment, replied, “Yes. Come. Do Ravi’s work.” She leaned towards my lips and gently sucked it. I could sense that seeing me in Ravi’s clothes, she was longing for him. She was thoroughly aroused.
She wrapped her arms around me, pushed me towards her face, and kissed my lips. She was kissing me alternatively, sucking my upper lips and sucking my lower lips. She smelled fruity because of the perfume she was wearing. She was breathing fire.
Her body was red hot by now, and her pace was picking up. She was kissing me rigorously now. I could sense the increase in pressure on my lips. I was already aroused and had an erection by now. With all my mental strength, I pulled her back.
I asked her, “Ravi is my friend, so neevu kooda nan friend. Nimgidhu okay na?” (Ravi is my friend, which makes you my friend as well. Are you okay with this?)
Geeta took 3 deep breaths and responded it had been 1.5 years since she had sex with Ravi. She really misses him, and she will make it up once he returns to India. She told me not to think about anything else and consider this as a parting gift.
Having got the go-ahead from Geeta, I knew I had to make the next 3 hours worthwhile. Geeta was already on the couch. I gently asked her to get on top of me, which she obliged. Geeta got on top of me, facing me, and tightly wrapped her arms around my hips.
Our heads were perfectly aligned now. Geeta hugged me tightly and started kissing me. We were alternating by kissing each other’s faces. She was alternating by kissing my lips, sucking my lips and cheeks. I slid my hands underneath her Tees and felt her braless bareback.
I was gently scratching her back with my left hand while she kissed me. With my right hand gently squeezing her breasts. The breasts were too huge to fit in my fingers. I could feel her top was wet due to the wet clothes she was wearing. Geeta was also reciprocating by kissing me all over my face.
I could sense that she was imagining me to be her husband. She was kissing and sucking every inch of my face. I removed Geeta’s T-shirt. Now, I could see her bare voluptuous breasts. I placed my legs on the opposite couch so that Geeta could lean on my knees.
With Geeta leaning on my knees, I gently moved to her breasts. With the tip of my tongue, I licked them. We started by kissing each other’s lips, and then I gently started moving downwards towards her neck. I generously kissed her neck while she rolled her fingers over my hair as I did that.
I was kissing her neckline, absorbing her fragrance, licking her and sucking her. I could sense Geeta was shivering slightly. I stopped and asked her if she was okay and if I needed to stop. She meekly replied, “Continue, you are good.”
With my left hand, I started to caress her silky smooth hair. I continued kissing her neck, sucking her neckline, licking it. With my right hand, I was caressing any other part of her body I could reach – her tummy, nipples, thighs. Adjusting the position slightly, I moved to her nipples and gently circled her nipples.
With the tip of my tongue, I circled her nipples. Her breasts were a definite 36, with smooth skin without any moles or marks. They were firm, and nipples hardened and burning hot by now. I started with her left nipples and licked them first. I took care not to involve any teeth and licked her erect nipples.
With the right hand, I circled her nipple. With the tip of my fingers, I started with small circles around her nipples and slowly started tracing larger circles. I knew Geeta was enjoying herself. Her eyes were closed, and she was moaning by now.
This continued for 5-10 minutes. I kept alternating between her left and right breasts, sucking and kissing them. Geeta kept the momentum by rubbing her legs over my back and thighs. Occasionally reaching for my dick and squeezing it. She was gently squeezing it, feeling the lobe and kissing me alternatively.
We both were like hungry animals now and Geeta was taking the lead. She quickly switched positions. She removed my T-shirt and unbuttoned my pants. We kept kissing each other again while we moved towards her bedroom. I made Geeta sit on the edge of the bed.
Before I could react, she was already removing her pants. I was quick enough to drag them down. We were now in our underwear. Geeta’s legs were completely waxed and perfectly toned. By her thigh muscles, I could sense that this is something that has seen hours of exercise in the gym.
With Geeta at the edge of her bed, I started with her toes. I have a foot fetish, and I sensed it was time to fulfil that. Her toes appeared very clean and well-maintained, with beautifully shaped toenails and colours. I sat on the ground in front of her and started to massage her ankles and feet.
With the tip of my tongue, I playfully rolled it on her ankles. Geeta was wearing silver anklets. I rolled my tongue around her silver anklets. I kissed her ankles and her feet. I sucked each of her toes playfully, rolled and swivelled my tongue between each of her toes.
I had a constant view of her thighs and underwear. Geeta was wearing red underwear. I was kissing, licking and sucking her toes, feet and ankles. I could see a black patch forming over her pussy, indicating she was beginning to get wet.
Geeta was in a trance, alternatively closing her eyes and staring at the wall. I asked her if she was okay and if I needed to stop. She was quick to say, “No. Don’t stop at any cost. Please continue.” Encouraged by her reassurance, I moved towards her toned, waxed legs and began to lick them.
I placed both of her legs over my shoulders and began to lick them alternatively. With my hands, I was playfully caressing her under thighs and inner thighs while kissing, licking and sucking her legs. With my tongue, I was sucking her inner calf muscles, slowly moving towards her knees.
Once I reached her knees, Geeta was quick enough to wrap her knees around my neck. Her legs were gently caressing my back and guiding me towards her. Her hands were playfully caressing my hair. With the distance between me and Geeta slowly reducing, I started sucking and kissing Geeta’s inner thighs.
With each lick, I was moving towards her underwear, towards her pussy. Geeta guided my hands towards her breasts and pressed them. I gently circled both her nipples simultaneously. I was licking and sucking her inner thighs. She was caressing my back now.
I was alternating between caressing Geeta’s back, tummy and nipples. I finally reached for her underwear, which was already wet by now. I slid it down. I finally had a view of Geeta’s pussy which was neatly waxed. I could see liquid oozing from her vulva and vaginal walls.
I took a deep breath and told Geeta, “We have reached a point of no return.” Geeta let out a long moan. With the tip of my tongue, I gently swivelled my tongue over her vulva in a circling motion. While simultaneously circling her nipples with my fingertips.
Geeta held my head tightly and pushed my head further towards her. I was moaning loudly in pleasure. With each swivel of my tongue, I could feel Geeta was getting more lubricated with liquid oozing out. I kept alternating between sucking and licking her inner thighs, vaginal walls and her inner thighs.
I also gently moved and started rolling my tongue from her groin towards her breasts. Geeta suddenly rose from her trance-like state and went on a kissing spree. We started wildly kissing and sucking each other all over the body. Our kissing spree continued for 5 minutes.
We had kissed, sucked and licked each other, almost every inch of it. Finally, Geeta rolled down my underwear. She let my erect dick free, indicating she was ready for the penetration. To heat things further, we first moved to the missionary position.
We were very much in sync. I got on Top of Geeta, adjusted my dick, and entered her. She let out a gentle moan. Other than that, it was butter-smooth. Our fingers were intertwined, and we kept kissing each other. Geeta was a good kisser.
Whenever her lips touched my lips, it was like the best moment of the day. I tried to keep my moments smooth. I penetrated in a gentle circular motion to increase the pleasure. Her voluptuous breasts were rubbing against my chest. I could sense her erect nipples over my chest every time I was on top of her.
This continued for 20-30 strokes, after which we decided to switch positions. Geeta was wild and had a way of expressing things with her eyes. She turned around, and I could see her juicy buttocks. The buttocks were firm. I moved towards her back and started kissing her buttocks.
I kissed and sucked her buttocks and moved with each kiss, licked her back. This continued for some time. Geeta slowly knelt in front of me in doggy style. I was surprised when she did that.
Geeta was quick to retort, “Enu? aaga kannu bai bittu nodthaa idri? Naanu nodlilla ankondra?” (What? Do you think I didn’t observe you ogling at my buttocks back then?) Nevertheless, I moved behind Geeta and held her waist in my hand. I could see her voluptuous breasts dangling in front of me.
We once again adjusted ourselves, and I penetrated her from behind. Our tandem dance continued once again, and we were once again in sync. We swivelled, moved, and penetrated in perfect sync. All the while, I squeezed her breasts and circled her nipples.
This continued for another 20-30 penetrations. But Geeta’s voracious appetite was not yet satiated. She quickly changed positions and got on top of me. She took my dick in her hand and gently squeezed it to make sure it was hard enough. She adjusted the position and slid it inside her.
Like a good dancer who never skipped a beat, she moved perfectly in sync with my hip moments, increasing the pleasure. She guided my hands towards her breasts. I circled her nipples and squeezed her breasts gently. She nibbled my fingers while I reciprocated the same.
All in all we were very much at the moment trying to please each other. This continued for another 20 penetrations when I finally was ready to ejaculate.
Me: I am ready.
Geeta: Go ahead, baby.
Me: Are you sure?
Geeta: Yes. I will take care
with another round of reassurance, I finally let go and cum completely inside Geeta. We both were completely exhausted. The time was 2:30 PM, and Geeta lay on top of me, breathing heavily. I could sense her warm pussy and my cum oozing over us.
We hugged each other and slept in our arms for some time. Finally, Geeta said, “Since we don’t have time to have lunch, let us at least have some sweets.” With that, she brought two bowls of carrot halva, which we ate off each other’s body.
Finally, we had a shower and another round of sex before I hit off at the airport. For any comments/feedback, please message/mail to [email protected].