My Husband's Friend

My Husband’s Friend

by

Anjali Roy

My husband was already busy with work and we hardly spent time together since he joined this new company. All he loves to do was work. Our marriage is now ten years long, yet we shared intimacy, you can say, for only the first two years. He was so romantic in those years. I mean my lips always wet, his lips always stained with my lip-colour kind of romance. He called me his little cat, because i hated the word pussy. Our romance was really beautiful for him and painful for me. I couldn’t walk some days because of his aggressive love. But now? Everything is kind of vanished.

Sometimes when i am alone at home – i am mostly alone – then instead of watching tv or doing anything i like to sit near the window and watch people going to work, ladies, picking up their children from bus stand, hawkers selling fruits. if it rains I like to watch it for hours. I am a very extravert woman. I like to chat a lot. I mean A LOT. But nowadays i don’t fel like chatting much. I don’t know what had happened to me, but there is something changed. May be I was craving a human touch.

Yes, I do have kids. Kid, actually. Only a son. He is 7 years old. Goes to school, but i don’t have to pick him up. Actually i don’t like to go and pick him. The eyes of fathers Who are there for their children make me uncomfortable. God has blessed me with siren like figure, and i am proud of that, I am not slim nor healthy. I have all the good proportions that an average Indian guy like. I don’t workout, just house chores. So, i was telling you ni don’t like to go to pick my son, as the fathers make me uncomfortable. Their eyes mostly lay upon my bosoms, Yes they are huge, i try to hide them behind my chunri, or saree but the shape of it i cannot hide. I told about this to my husband once, but he ignored.

It’s really difficult for woman for woman like me, whose figure is so juicythat men cannot hold their feelings for it. I can understand they are men and they are ought to feel this way but sometimes they have to understand women’s consent is also really matters. Sometimes I also feel like hugging a stranger in the crowd who to me looks so handsome and drooling, i mean i shouldn’t think about other men like that because I am married but i cannot control myself if i liked a man, how come i control my mind. So, I try to vent out my feelings by seducing my husband the same night thinking about that stranger but most of the night his thing refuses to harden no matter how much i touch it, press it, take it in my mouth. It is as limp as dead snake. Some days if I am successful to make it hard, the sex is really awful. He jumps on me, kisses me, halfheartedly, and then enters into me, i get excited and before i could Even feel something i feel his hot juice filling my inside. He comes within a minute or two.

I am living with it. I am trying to. I cook, post recipes on instagram, youtube and other m mediums to keep me engaged but there are times when i have nothing much to do. I sit alone. And sitting alone means all these horny thoughts. I get up, i scrub floor, scrub kitchen counter, wash clothes, and after a while these tricks won’t work either.

One day, at the vegetable market, a man brushed past me. I feel something hard touching my ass. I turned and saw him looking at me in a suggestive way. I moved out from there. I never felt such awkwardness ever in my life. I went home, and had a shower. I scrubbed myself in disgust. It was a really awful feeling. When husband came back from work I thought of informing him about this, but he wouldn’t listen. He would have said, it is all my imagination. So, i keep this secret to myself. But I Should have said him that day, because hiding secret in my heart, suppressing it, made it more powerful. It silicamated, cooked slowly subconsciously. The idea of ​​a strange touching me transformed itselfFrom being disgusting to satisfaction. I mean i feel like someone outside my home actually admired me, actually thought of making a move to touch me. Knowing very well it could land him in thrustful situation. Still, that man, that person decided to touch me. This idea kept on bubbleing in my heart. Slowly steadily this single incident helped me release myself for most of the nights. I used to lay down in my bed, lifting my saree i used two to three fingers to rub my hole thinking about that man’s sexual gaze that lay upon me, i used to think all the things he would do to me if i have given him any chance. Within minutes my breathing swelled and after many rubbings and fingerings i felt relaxed as i could feel hot water on my finger that would also wet my tights. It was so much better than spending stressful sex session with my husband. After a while i keep myself from seducing my husband. Some days he would ask for my favour but doesn’t matter as it would only take him two to three minutes to fin ish it.

I lost interest in my husband. No longer did i crave his dick.

One fine day, i was watching a tv series, there was scene where the main character, a woman, was having trying to have an extra marital affairs with a stranger via a dating app. The thing clicked in my mind, but creating a dating app was really dangerous for me as it could land me in trouble. But the idea of ​​having an affair was something that made my thighs wet. This idea kindled in my mind but if not dating app then where? I couldn’t imagine any other way to have a man enter into my life. But i wanted some touch, real hard, painful touch.

One day out of nowhere, when i was really tired, my husband came home with his new colleague. Manish Panigrahi. It was a really stressful day for me as I was cleaning home, dusting, as diwali nearing. After a whole day of working cooking dinner was the last thing i would do, but as the guest is already home, i was obliged to make him comfortable.

Manish Singh, unlike my husband, was tall, may be around 6,1 or 6,2. Looking at him i was clear enough he really loved gymming. His tight shirt was showing the shape of his biceps. At that time i couldn’t care much, because he was my husband’s friend and i really didn’t want to give him any kind of signals that would make my husband uncomfortable, but there is a woman inside me that would admit a hot man no matter What. So I stood near the kitchen door after serving them food. I watched how god like vibe he had. His long face, with bear, his silky hair, the shape of his perfect body, i was drooling. He wasn’t looking at me but i felt a kind of connection with him. It Was so silly to think like that when the other person don’t even look at you. After dinner he left our house. You are right, he didn’t look at me much. Why should he. I was hungry for sex, not he. Not after having that hot body. Many girls would spread their legs in a moment for him, i was sure he had many girlsand certainly not a day passed without him having sex with them. No one in the world would have been as thirsty as me.

Anyway, that night and coming many nights my focus shifted from that stranger in the market to Manish Singh. I would force myself into me really fast imitating how Manish would have sex with me with his perfect gym body. It was evident that he is strong and reliable on bed. two hours minimum it would take for him to release his cum, that what was i needed in my life. But sadly it was only in my dream i could have him. I wanted to ask my husband to call Manish again for dinner but i feared if he doubted my loyalty. So, it was best for me to fuck him in my dreams only.

But as god said, there is fate and whatever going to happen is written already in heavens. After two months, my husband declared he had to go Dubai for six months as he has joined a new project and he is the head of this project. The news didn’t make him any happy or sad. I was different. But, it was time for my happiness to begin.

As i said I was indifferent about the news, but soon that changed. One evening my husband came home with his friend. yes, Manish. the amount of comfort my eyes felt looking at his sexy self. I prepared dinner, i served. After Manish left for his home, my husband called me to living room and asked me to sit on sofa near him.

I sat.

“Are you comfortable with the idea of ​​me going Dubai?” he asked

“Of course, I totally understand your situation. You shouldn’t stay here only because i will be alone here, do not think about me.”

He was happy about my answer. When i was going back to my room, my husband asked me to stop and informed me, in his absence Manish will be there to help, if I need something. My husband said, Manish insisted he will help me in his absence. He asked for me permission if Manish should help me or not. I didn’t say much. I was so awestruck by the situation, I wanted to say yes, but didn;’t want to let him guess my excitement so i said,

“It’s ok, i would call him if i need something.”

My husband smiled and asked me to go to sleep.

Manish asked my husband if he would help me or not. Isn’t it weird how he never looks at me when home, but asked my husband this. That means he also cares for me. What kind of care is it? Is it the same kind the stranger at the market showed or it is just the care any normal human would show toward other human. Don’t know, i can’t say, but the idea of ​​Manish thinking about me was enough for me to use my fingers. I came thrice that night.

Next day was so refreshing for me. I have a new hope from life. Finally i will able to talk to Manish. Of course after my husband leaves for Dubai. Soon after a week, my husband left. He stored ration for a month in advance. He checked everything. He was not sure if leaving me alone is a good idea or not but somewhere in my heart i wanted to be left alone for once. I wanted to enjoy life. I wantedManish.

After my husband left for Dubai, I always waited for Manish to come home, but he didn’t;t for at least two weeks, then all of a sudden one after a knock on my door woke me up from my afternoon nap. I ran towards the door, adjusting my saree.

I opened the door and it was Manish Singh standing outside. White shirt, denim and black shades over eyes. He was looking like a sex god. Oh i cannot explain how i felt at that moment. Not sexual but really wanted to hug him as an show of admission.But obviously I couldn’t. I realized his eyes were below my neck, i checked my saree slipped from my breast and the cleavage was showing. It must be so awkward for him.

“I was going to shopping, mam. If you need something, you can tell me.”

Yes, i need you, your hard dick, i wanted to say, but all I could say is, “No, actually, i already have everything at home. but thank you for thinking about me.”

“I do think about you, it’;s my duty.” He said.

“What?”

“No, actually brother asked me to look after you so i said in that context.” He said.

I laughed. And he also smiled.

The day passed. Night spent. Manish never returned to my house after that after noon. I always waited for him. Is it may be my saree that slipped made him think i am a woman of wrong nature. May be he felt awkward around me. I was so ashamed of myself for Not checking myself before opening the door.

I was at the market if I remember correctly. Holding vegetable in one hand and ration bag in other. I was walking slowly, because both the bags were really heavy. I was walking when suddenly i felt weight from one hand shifting. When I turned it was Manish who took ration bag from my hand.

“Arre, bhabhi, why didn’t you call me?”

“Call? But how? I don’t have your number.”

“What? brother didn’t give you my number?”

“No.” I said.

“That explains why you were not asking me for help. I am so sorry, i should have checked.”

So, he was waiting for me too. Since i couldn’t call him he hesitated to come to my house. Manish took both the bags from my hands and hung them on his motorbike, and asked me to sit behind him.

But the bike barely has any backseat, it looked expensive but as you know expensive bags lack seat. So, i really had to sit very close to him. He asked me to sit comfortable holding him. I held the side of bike avoiding any touch. he laughed but said nothing. He started the bike and with a push i fell upon him. My boobs pressed in his back and I grabbed his wait saving me from falling.

“I told you bhabhi, to hold me tightly.” he smiled

“I am sorry ji.” I whispered. I was embarrassed.

The whole way, my boobs kept pressing upon his back. Honestly, i twas so soothing when it happened. He Didn;’t flinch as if he was enjoying it too. After a while I said fuck off to me shyness and went really close to him. But I stopped myself from it, as it wouldn’t look nice. As i said earlier,may be i am thirsty i am sex starved, but he is not. He would take me as a whore.

After fifteen minutes of ride, we were in front of my house. He dropped me and left.

The night as you guessed spent with no dinner and only fingering. I fingered myself to the point no water left in me to cum. It was so satisfied I kept thinking about the hard back of Manish. I imagined how ruthless he would be in bed. I imagined all sort of things.

Then the next morning at around 8 am my doorbell rang. My son was already out for school. I was in my nighty, I thought it is my doodhwala but no it was manish.

“Namastey Bhabhi.” He smiled.

Manish was only in shorts, and a vest. He was drenched in sweat. He told me he was running, his daily routine. But today he Thought of asking if I need any help. I was surprised and shocked with this situation. I was only in nighty that too without any bra, my nipples were hard and peeking, i didn’t have panty on. My ass shape was fully visibleble. Oh god, why it had to be this way.

“I am sorry, i didn’t;t know you would come, i might have changed”

“it’s ok baby, aren’t we supposed to be friends?”

“means?”

“My friend’s wife should be considered my friend too right?”

He said mockingly. For the first time in a while i sensed navigation in his voice. I was taken aback by his randomness, to avoid the situation, I said, “wait a minute, Manish let me bring water to you as you really need it, because all this sweat.”

I went to kitchen. Took long breathe. Adjusted my nighty. Combed my hair. Washed my face, and filled a glass of water and stepped into living room. What I saw there made me sweat.

Manish has already closed the door. The table was on and innocent it was sitting Manish. He has completely removed his vest and shorts. he was only in an underwear. I stood there in shock. His chiseled body was like a work of art. The whole room was filled with his smell. His tight were so pertly sculpted, his chest hard and shaped. His has abs. he was everything as I imagined.

“Bhabhi, oh, i am sorry, but today is a very hot day, and I couldn’t control myself, and my home is really so far, can I relax here a bit?”

I didn’t say anything just went his close and gave him the glass of water. As he took the glass from me our skin touched. A hot rush ran throughout my body. The heat, the smell of his sweat, his body, everything was enough to make my middle moist.

“It’s ok, you can stay here as long as you want.” I said, and as I was about to leave Manish held my hand. Everything went so numb. I turned, he was looking straight into me.

“Where are you going Bhabhi? Please stay here with me, i don’t like to stay alone.” he smiled a cruel smile.

Oh his smile was so infectious, I wanted to strip away my saree, tear apart my blouse and put my nipple inside his mouth to suck. But I am a married lady, I shouldn’t do that in the first place. So, I controlled myself.But not for long. As Manish was determined to explore me. I was really naive to not get the signals he was trying to give since my husband left for Dubai. What if he was also looking to eat me up since we first met month ago when he was at dinner. May be he did looked at me without me noticing. May be he was also looking for a chance.Yes, indeed he was looking for a chance.

“What are you doing?” I hesitated as Manish pressing my wrist really hard

“not my fault bhabhi, I would leave your wrist and stop pressing it, if you let me press something else of yours?”

“What do you mean?” I almost yelled in fake anger

Manish left my wrist and pressed my boobs really hard, and said, “I mean to say this.”

I slapped him.

He laughed at my slap. Said, it was really very soft. He said he imagined a more powerful slap. Slap which would give me hint that what I was doing is wrong, but the soft slap confirmed you also crave what I crave.

“What do you mean?” I said

“No, bhabhi, you are not that naive.”

My face was so tingly, my whole body was shivering. All of this happening so fast, so unexpectedly, i felt like i was still laying on my bed and imagining all these. But these all are happening in real time. He did really pressed my boobs, as a result my nipples hardened. Manish them pinched their really hard.

I slapped him hard. This time more harder than before.

“You are not helping yourself. The more hard you slap the more harder it will get.” Manish said, and then he held my hand and placed it on his bulge. It was so hard. Like a wood. I could feel it. It was so surprised, I wanted him for sure but the surprise of situation was making me fumble. I stepped back. he laughed.

“Are you scared, bhabhi?”

“This is wrong.” I said.

“But when you were pressing your boobs on my back, then you didn’t think about it, right?”

“What rubbish. Fuck off.” I said

His laugh vanished from his face. “Ok, areyou sure? I should really go right?”

“Yes.” I said.

“Fine.” He said angrily, “I am sorry.”

Manish stepped back and picked up his tshirt and shorts from floor and after wearing it, he said me bye. But before he could go near the door, something crawled in my heart. I knew if he goes out of that door now, he won’t return ever. It would make him so angry and the Only chance of me getting banged would be gone like that just because I was being a sati savitri. So, before he could open the door latch I said,

“My son will be home after three hours, so we have three hours in our hand.”

Manish stopped. He turned around. A hot smile on his face. He licked his lips. Then what?

Manish removed his tshirt at once, and shorts too. He ran towards me, and hugged me really tight. Ahh that feeling. His smells was hitting me so hard, my heart fluttered like a new bride. I hugged him back. My boobs pressing his hard chest. Manish whispered in my ears,

“You want itI know then why were you playing with me meri jaan?”

Aah he called me jaan, no body called me that. Not even my husband. The raw semiconductor love in that love. I hugged him more tightly and this time I bit his chest. Manish let a soft scar, cursing me, “aah kutiya”

Hearing him curse me, made me more uncontrollable, i started kissing him like a mad bitch. Then he grabbed my hair in his grap and pulled my head back. Now his lips was near my lips. Our hot breath was touching each others face. I could se his eyes near mine. I could feel his desire. I could feel the thing he would do to me. Then without asking, without warning Manish kissed my lips. It was not a kiss. It was more like he was eating my lips. His tongue was inside mine, I could feel his warm tongue inside my mouth. Our salivas mingled with each other. Our breathing swelled. He pressed my ass while kissing, I was pulling his hair, we kissed each other for god knows how long, but it was feeling an eternity. Then Manwas let go of me. And asked if the door the perfectly closed.

“I don’t care.” I said.

“You are such a nasty woman do you know that?”

I said nothing, just kept on pressing his dick from outside and kissing him. Manish removed my nighty completely, and he was surprised by finding i didn’t wear any inner garment. My pussy and boobs everything was exposed before him. I was completely naked. And he was only in underwear.