Wife Sex With Husband Friends



First and foremost, let me introduce myself; my name is Sabitri. I am a 36-year-old married woman with a nice body shape. No one can tell I’m 36 at first glance because I have very nice and attractive features and a figure from heaven. I am quite tall. My height is more than 5′ 6″, and I have a slim body because I take good care of myself. I have a fantastic, admirable, and appealing physique. Even though I am a mother of three children, the youngest of whom is nearly 14 years old, my waist remains 34″ and my breasts and hips 36″. And they all have my skin tone, which is white reddish. My lips are thin and small-mouthed, and my eyes are large and black, with long black hairs.

I am very happy to be living with my family and husband. I believe my husband loves me in the way that only a few husbands do. My marital life was pleasant.

We don’t have a continuous sexual relationship because we aren’t newly married, but we have a routine that we follow twice or three times a month. Maybe this is enough for other women, but I’m not sure why I think it’s not enough for me, but I’ve never given it much thought. I loved my husband and had only given myself to him, but as I grew older, I began to wonder what another man would be like. I had no intention of finding out, but it was interesting to consider.


My husband has a childhood friend named Rajiv who lives near our house. We have a very good relationship between our two families. We used to go to each other’s houses without hesitation on any given occasion. Dipika didi, Rajiv’s wife, and I have a very good friend, as did our husbands. Rajiv is a pleasant and well-mannered man. He keeps track of all of our minor requirements. He has an endearing personality. I had to admit that he was quite attractive. But I never think of him in this light, I mean sex with him, not that he has shown me that he sees me in that light. We always get along like sisters and brothers. Although we have met numerous times in solitude. My husband had never objected when I met him, nor had he objected when I met his wife. We were like one big family, and it didn’t matter that we weren’t related by blood.

Once, it was noon, and my husband was away on business while my children slept, so I went to Rajiv’s house to meet his wife, as we do once or twice a week. Rajiv’s wife Dipika di was not at home, nor were the children when I arrived. I called Dipika di several times but received no response. I kept wondering what the issue was and why no one was responding to me. I stood there for a few moments before Rajiv shouted from the bathroom that he was about to come out. “Bhabi, please give me a minute. After a few moments, he emerged from the restroom. He had just taken a bath, so his hair was wet. He was overjoyed to see me and motioned for me to take a seat. I inquired of Rajiv about the whereabouts of Dipika di, i.e. bhabi and children. He told me that they had only left for her hometown in an hour because her mother was ill and that she had called her in a hurry so she couldn’t meet you. He requested a drink and tea from me. I laughed and asked, “Are you going to make tea for me now?” Then he said, “OK if you don’t want to make it by me, you should make it because I need it.” So I went to the kitchen, which was not a strange place to me. I’m not sure why, but I was too nervous today to feel alone with him, even though it wasn’t my first time alone with him. I was fumbling around in the kitchen, trying to think of an excuse to leave, but couldn’t. So I made tea for both of us. When I brought the tea, he was in the lounge, so I sat with him on one of the sofas and placed the tray on the table near the sofa. We started talking, and when I asked why he was at home at this time, he said he wasn’t feeling well. I inquired about his illness, but he remained silent. I offered to take her to the doctor, but he declined, claiming that he was already on medication. We talked about everything. He was looking at me strangely today, and I was wondering what was new, and soon realized that there was something new. I sensed something new, and it could be lust in his eyes.

He started talking about my clothes and said that I wore very nice clothes today and that it looks so nice and added extra charm to my already graceful personality. I was dressed in the red salwar kameez that I usually wear. I felt shy for a moment before thanking him. Then he said how lucky my husband is to have found such a nice, beautiful, gorgeous, and sexy wife. I found myself in an embarrassing situation once more and told him, “Rajiv Ji, what are you talking about today, you’ve never talked like this before.” Then he said, “You mean you should have talked about it before?” No, I don’t mean that, but I consider you to be my brother, and Mr. Rajiv, you have such a beautiful wife. “But not like you,” he said. Then he turned the conversation to his martial life, telling me that it isn’t very satisfying and that his wife doesn’t care about his desires. I was taken aback by how Rajiv is speaking today. He continued his conversation and told me that he had wanted to talk with me about this topic for a long time but had not had the opportunity.

I was completely perplexed and wanted to leave. So he told me that I should leave now because the kids were about to wake up, but he asked me not to leave him alone, so I stayed. He began to talk about his sexual life, and I began to feel nervous because Rajiv was talking about sex and I was feeling lightheaded. For the first time, I had the feeling that something might happen that afternoon. As we sat on one sofa, he suddenly moved closer to me, and I was taken aback when he grabbed me by the waist and placed his mouth on mine. As Rajiv’s warm lips touched mine, my entire body tensed. I was following my marital life and planning to leave. Rajiv grabbed me in a powerful embrace as I turned around. I was trying to get away from his grasp, but I couldn’t get away from my heart. His body was pressing up against mine, and I couldn’t help but notice how well my breasts fit beneath his massive chest. He was passionately kissing my lips, and his hands were gently rubbing my breasts. I was conflicted about what I should do at the time. I was feeling a rush of sexual tension like I’d never felt before, but I knew it was wrong. I resisted at first, but it felt surprisingly good. I tried to pull back, but the empowering embrace made it impossible, and Rajiv’s warm love was too strong for me to ignore. As Rajiv’s lips pressed tight against mine, I began to feel a hot sensation deep within…..

Our lips merged as if they were merging into one. Unintentionally, I responded to him. Then he parted his lips and reached for my mouth with his tongue. I resisted at first, but then I parted my lips and let his tongue go deep inside me. His warm tongue moved slowly into my mouth. We remained motionless. He licked my lips warmly as I struggled to maintain control. I didn’t kiss him back, but I also didn’t stop him. As I was losing control, he was passionately sucking and licking inside my mouth. I’d always liked Rajiv, and maybe it was because of this passion. I raised my tongue because I was feeling nice. When our tongues collided, I felt a shiver run through my body. I was losing control of my inner sexual power. As we began to deeply kiss each other, I passionately licked his tongue back, and I forgot about my husband or anything else because I was so turned on by this incredible sensation. Nothing but this powerful kiss was on my mind. As he drew his tongue away from my lips and began to lick my neck, forehead, nose, and neck. I was too excited, but I muttered to him that we were married and shouldn’t do this. But he was deafeningly mad about me. I tried but couldn’t stop him, and he re-entered his tongue into my mouth as we began to kiss wildly again. He made his way down my neck again after a while. I told Rajiv once more to stop. Rajiv licked my neck and ears, and the warmth of his mouth on my erogenous zone prevented me from noticing his hands on my breast this time. His hands were now rubbing and massaging my impressively inviting breasts. This was now out of my hands.

I tried again to break free from this carnal spell, but by this time he had moved his hand into my neck because it was too low cut, so I asked him once more, Mr. Rajiv, this is enough, and we should stop it. He was an expert and well-known figure in the field of female psychology. He yanked me out of my kameez and left me only in my brain an instant. He unhooked it, letting go of my tight tits. My ripe breasts were lovely and inviting. He knelt and popped one of my erected nipples into his mouth. His warm tongue licked across my swollen nipples and sucked my tits like they were his lifeline, sending me into a sexual coma my body was so full of passion that I became weak. Rajiv lifted me off the ground and held me while sucking my tits. Rajiv licked my tits all over. He threw me on the couch. I felt like this was my chance to put a stop to the erotic heat. I lay there half-naked, wanting him to touch me. I reflected on how I had secretly desired another man at least once in my life. I wanted him now because I doubt I could have found a husband as attractive as Rajiv. He was now attempting to remove my salwar. I begged myself not to do anything like this again. But I was thinking about how it would feel to have another man taste my love, and that thought sent my mind into a wild fit of desire. He removed my salwar, which slid down my legs. As Rajiv removed my salwar, the exotic sensation of being completely naked in front of another man sent shivers up my spine, and my legs spread open instinctively. He leaned in close and kissed and licked my pussy lips.


I couldn’t believe I’d let Rajiv suck my pussy. I was powerless to stop his oral assault, so I whispered in a frantic but orgasmic tone, “I can’t do this, I’m married.” He told me that married people can do this very easily and that I shouldn’t worry because I would feel fine. But I will never be able to forgive myself for the rest of my life. I responded. How can you claim that your husband is so devoted to you? Is he not interested in other women? He spoke to me. But, no matter what he does, I can’t. He pressed my swollen cunt lips against his mouth and probed with his tongue. Rajiv sucked and licked my insides. Rajiv licked my pussy, which was on fire. It was too incredible and pleasurable, and I had never felt anything like it in my entire sexual life. It was no longer under my control, and my tight little cunt and entire body were burning, so I grabbed Rajiv’s head and buried his face into my wet cave, moaning and bucking wildly. Rajiv was licking my clit while I moaned like a beast. Sweat was pouring from my body as I yearned to be let in. Would I allow another man’s rock-hard cock to enter my cunt, where I have never allowed another man to cock? But Rajiv’s face was buried into my drenched pussy, sending my body into a sexual frenzy. Rajiv was tenacious and experienced, knowing exactly what a woman desired. He had aroused me, and I couldn’t stop feeling his cock in my cunt. I felt nervous and excited because I knew where this was going, and I realized I was losing the battle……

After a long time, Rajiv whispered that he wished for me to take his cock and place it in my innocent married mouth. First, I refused, saying that I had never done it before and that I don’t know how anyone could take this in one month. But he was adamant. I argued within myself as the passion-filled my body to the point of thrusting, explosion. If I sucked Rajiv’s cock, I might be able to quench my thirst and satisfy this stud without allowing him to put his cock into my cunt, as I still wanted to be faithful to my husband. I desired that he be the only man I tasted. Rajiv was completely erected, and he had the biggest dick I’d ever seen. It was eight inches long and twice as thick as my husband’s. I leaned in and put my mouth on his cock after some argument. I kissed and licked his cock for a few moments before opening my mouth as wide as I could and taking in his head. This prick’s swollen head required more room. I took in his head by opening my mouth as wide as I could. Rajiv moaned with delight as I fulfilled his wish. I bobbed my head from side to side, trying to mouth fuck this man. I didn’t have a lot of experience in this field. Rajiv kept telling me to suck his dick as I slid his huge cock in and out of my mouth. I was sucking his dick, which had become an exciting and pleasurable experience for me when my hand went to my cunt, which stuck up my cunt. It was dripping with juice and begged for more. I knew what was going to happen next: I was going to get fucked by Rajiv. It was a completely new experience for me, as I had never sucked my husband’s cock because he never asked for it.

My husband would not have given me what Rajiv is now giving me, and if he were here, I would tell him this is real sex. I needed to be fucked right away, and Rajiv sensed my desperation and yanked his monstrous crank from my mouth. He had the big one, twice as thick as in thickens and twice as long as my unaware husband. Who would have guessed that his faithful wife would suck his best friend’s cock and take his fiend dick in her lovely pot? My body shivered at the thought of this massive cock inside of me. But my gut was screaming for his dick to ram me. I couldn’t contain my zeal by this point.


And I stepped back, eagerly spreading my legs. He was rubbing his massive cock against my pussy lips. I was aware of what he was doing. He wasn’t going to give it to me unless I begged. He was rubbing it against my clitoris, and I had a fire in my cunt that only a long, hard cock could put out. He was well aware of this. So I began begging and crying for his cock. I took his cock and placed it in my pussy hole, telling it to stop and insert this into me. I was swollen and drenched. So Rajiv easily inserted his cock head into my cunt because it was too wet, but due to his larger cock, I felt little pain. Aaaaaaaaaa Rajiv then grabbed my legs and supported them as he slid his dick deeper into my cunt. To stretch my tight cunt, he had to pull back and push forward a few times. He had a really big cock, so my pussy hole was resized to be more like my husband’s custom fit hole. Rajiv had a big eight inches cock easily deeper into my love hole, and I was screaming with ecstasy. My legs were straight up in the air, and my nails were digging into Rajiv’s hips. As he pumped all 8 inches of rock hard into my cunt hole. He drew his dick back and forth slowly. He was fucking me in a very sophisticated manner, which I greatly appreciated, and I wished he would continue to fuck me in this manner indefinitely.

Rajiv was giving me what I had been pleading for. He was fucking me hard, and I could feel his hard rock cock in the depths of my cunt flesh. I, too, began to enjoy myself and began jumping beneath him to accompany his movements. With each hit to my buttocks, his testis begins to make noises. I wasn’t in this world, but I felt like I was in and out of consciousness as he fucked me. I had become numb to the world as I was fucked like a wild animal. Rajiv slid his rock-solid eight-inch cock into my cunt. He pumped me hard and fast. Rajiv had fucked for a long time and was tired, so he couldn’t control my legs any longer. My feet were planted on the ground and I was bucking like a bronco while we were doing all of this on the couch. Rajiv couldn’t stop ripping me in half with his massive package. He asked me to ride on him now that I had complete control of him. And this was the last wish of mine: to ride on him. I climbed on top of him after he pulled his cock out of my pussy and lay on his back. My shyness and devotion to my husband had faded by this point. I took his 8″ cock in my hand and guided it through my pussy hole. My proud pussy snagged his eight-inch pole in a single stroke. His long cock slid into my pussy like a fish in a cave because I needed it so badly. I bounced and bucked so hard that I thought this thick prick would rip me in half. I was jumping on him, pulling him in even deeper than he was when he was on top of me. I couldn’t keep up any longer; the size of his cock was getting to me, and I was slowing down. Rajiv grabbed my buttocks and began to pull me down deep onto his dick. That was very nice, and I was begging Rajiv for a deep and hard fuck. My breasts were bouncing up and down, which he grabbed with his hand and squeezed.

That was my fuck thrust because I hadn’t fucked like this in a long time, and I was wondering how a conservative woman like me begged to be fucked like this. I needed to be fucked and begged Rajiv to do it for me. Then he asked me to turn, and I wondered what he wanted, but I turned without hesitation, and he came up behind me and inserted his dick in my wet pussy, and he inserted his cock in my pussy from my ass side. Now he was fucking me from behind with full force, and I was happily bearing his all-powerful stroke as he gave me the nicest pleasure of my life. And I gave him everything I had. We were both exhausted by this point, so I asked him to finish it. And he accelerated his stroking rhythm. After a few moments, he and I joined forces. While this was my third cum, he filled my pussy with his heavy load. I came in so hard that I felt like someone had sucked the air out of me; we lay there for a while, kissing each other. This time, I kissed him with a lot of love because he gave me a lot of pleasure, the kind of pleasure that my husband had nerved to give me in my entire marital life. We talked, and I told him that he had compiled an innocent married woman, and I begged him to fuck. He laughed and said, “Your fucking has always been my dream.” However, you have never shown it to me. I responded. He stated, “I know you’re not the type of woman who can do this so easily.” After a while, I asked him to leave, and he assisted me in dressing because I was unable to move due to the hard fuck.

When I was leaving him, he hugged and kissed me and asked when we would meet again. I told him I couldn’t promise anything right now, but if I get a chance, I’ll let you know. After that encounter, he began to press me for more. It was difficult for me to say no to him over and over again. So whenever I have the opportunity, I call him and let him make love to me. I never take chances. I only call him when I’m sure it’s safe. Until now, I had never ignored my husband’s or children’s needs. I know I will never do that again. Yes, I cheat on my husband on occasion, but the occasional cheating and hot sex with Rajiv keeps me happy and fulfilled. You won’t believe it when I tell you that since I started deceiving my husband, I’ve grown to love him even more. Now I can’t stand even the smallest problem with my innocent husband and have become very attentive to him. I try to meet all of my innocent husband’s needs. I must admit that he, too, began to respond favorably to my altered behavior. Now I can openly admit that he is also madly in love with me.

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