It was 7:55 in the evening, and Rehan could not hide his excitement. He called his beautiful wife Ayra.
He could not contain his excitement as he spoke to her over the phone and, like a child, he told her, “Ayra, Fahad is visiting us soon, and I am so freaking happy! I can’t tell you how happy I am to meet my best friend after so long.”
Ayra, who was busy making dinner for her husband, responded, “Okay, glad to hear. Come home soon. We will talk once you are here,” and hung up the call.
Rehan and I had been buddies for over a decade and a half. Rehan was much older than Fahad, and they both had been part of an all-boys night-out group in Bangalore. The guys would hang out, go on long drives, and sometimes even visit a few dance bars back then. They had a pretty big friend circle.
But Rehan and I built a special bond where they could talk to each other about anything. Rehan was an introvert with a lot of shyness packed inside him, but all thanks to me, who made him “loosen up a bit” and become the guy he is today.
On the other hand, I was very easygoing and a big-time playboy. He was a party animal, making him very popular among the girls.
Rehan used to be very shy around girls. Even though he was raised in the happening city of Bangalore, he never opened up around them. But thanks to me again, he started learning basic flirting skills and soon became pretty popular with the girls, too.
Like every friend, Rehan and I became a little distant after their studies and very distant after their respective weddings.
Fifteen years passed by, and they would hardly meet as Rehan moved to Germany after marrying Ayra. Ayra was from a very religious family, and her parents had found the “right guy” for her, just like typical Indian Muslim families do. Ayra was a bombshell. She was stunning, with milky white skin and beautiful lips.
Rehan had hit the jackpot. Even though Ayra was pretty short, standing at 5 feet 5 inches tall, she had an amazing bust. Her body was so amazing that it would give even a dead man a hard-on! After having two kids with 34C-30-36 body stats, Ayra was nothing less than what young boys would call a MILF.
Ayra and Rehan had been in Germany for more than eight years, and with high-paying jobs and a lavish lifestyle, all they longed for was their relatives and friends from India. When I decided to visit my best buddy in Germany, Rehan was totally surprised and yet so happy that his joy knew no bounds.
Ayra was busy with her kids when Rehan returned from the office. He hugged her from behind and kissed her on the cheek. “I hope it won’t be a problem if Fahad stays with us for a few weeks, darling.”
Ayra, with a not-so-exciting reaction, said, “No problem,” and got busy with her kids.
Soon the day came when I landed in Berlin, and there was Rehan, who had come to pick his best buddy up!
“OMG, you look like a huge horse,” said Rehan, who saw I had grown into a huge 200-pound man.
“And you look like an ass,” I said with a wide smile on my face as he was seeing his best buddy after six long years.
Rehan had dragged his wife Ayra along, insisting it would be rude of her not to be at the airport to pick up his best buddy. I saw Ayra and just leaned into her, giving her a warm hug and a warm smile.
Ayra was a little taken aback as she was not used to hugging people, especially men other than her husband. Still, she just brushed it off as she had heard numerous stories from Rehan about how easygoing and very friendly I was.
On the way back from the Berlin airport to home, Ayra was just a spectator of how her husband and his best buddy were acting like teenage boys. She smiled to herself at how enthusiastically her husband was telling me stories of his work and all. By the time they reached home, it was pretty late. Ayra served dinner and got back to her kids’ room while the two friends sat and gossiped about everything on their minds.
A couple of days went by during which we were only hanging out, like in our teenage days, and came home late.
One night, Ayra was missing Rehan as he was too busy with me in town. She was on the bed, scrolling through her Instagram page, when Rehan came into the room after a good night of club-hopping.
“Tonight was fun, and I must tell you, Ayra, Fahad hasn’t changed a bit. He is still the crazy old bastard he was,” said Rehan, snuggling up to his wife.
“Don’t you want to stop talking about Fahad and make love to your wife?” whispered Ayra into her husband’s ear. He needed no more words to turn him on, and soon he was on his side, kissing his wife’s beautiful lips, those lips he loved kissing and sucking on always.
Rehan was kissing his wife while she grabbed her husband’s hard-on, squeezed it hard, and then started to unzip him. Rehan was so horny that he softly grabbed his wife’s hair and just lifted his ass, signalling for her to suck his cock, at least for tonight. Ayra was never into blowjobs and always declined her husband’s offers.
That day was no different as she smoothly released his head from her hands and just kissed him instead. Rehan was used to this disappointment and just started to squeeze his wife’s 34C-sized boobs. Ayra moaned a soft “Aah” while her husband squeezed her softly and then kissed her again.
Their sex routine was more or less the same every time. Now Rehan just took off his wife’s top, unhooked her bra, and started to lick her pink nipples. Her nipples were Ayra’s soft spot, and she was soon moaning hard, grabbing her husband’s head on her naked breasts.
Soon they were both naked, and Rehan was slowly sliding his hard cock in and out of his wife’s burning pussy. After a few strokes, he announced, “I am cumming,” and just shot his load into the latex he wore. Ayra, as usual, slept with disappointment.
Fahad and Ayra got close as she had a home office, and when Rehan was at work, they laughed and talked.
Fahad always had the hots for his friend’s wife. One day, she caught him masturbating, and from there, things changed completely!
I will leave you guys here and will be back with the next part soon.
Next Part: Turning my wife into my best friend’s lover – Part 2