My First FWB

Hello all, I’m Vikarn back with another story. Thanks, and a shout-out to Ms. Shruti, one of my oldest readers. She shared this incident with me and asked me to write a story about it. So here it is.

A bit about myself: I’m Shruti, a single mother. I’m 42 years old and have a normal body type. These are my stats. I’m 5’3 tall with a weight of 58 kg. I measure 34-30-36 inches. I prefer Western clothes, but I also wear sarees on special occasions.

This incident started when I fought with my only daughter. Whatever happened to me in my life was the consequence of that fight. Post that fight, she decided to move out and live with her boyfriend. This was all about the intro. Now, let’s move ahead with the story.

My daughter doesn’t seem to know me anymore. Not only does she never come home or call, but now she’s decided to take our mutual friend and move out without so much as an explanation. I’m hurt, bitter, angry. And I need to vent to someone, someone not too far away.

That’s when I remembered Vicky, a childhood friend from college who has been living in India for the past few years. We haven’t spoken in ages, but we’ve always had a great rapport. Perhaps it’s time to rekindle that connection.

I quickly typed up a message and hit send, hoping that this would help with my current situation. Little did I know that this message would also alter Vicky’s life forever.

Me: Hello, how are you? It’s been ages since we last spoke, hasn’t it? I hope you’re well and enjoying your stay in Delhi. You’ve lived here long enough now. Have you settled down yet? “

The next morning, I woke up to find several new messages on WhatsApp. I couldn’t wait to read them all!

Vicky: Hey, good to hear from you. Yes, I’m doing all right these days. Life is quite interesting here. What about you? Where have you been all this while? Wow, my day just got brighter.

Reading his words felt like talking to him again after so many years apart.

Me: Thank God for technology. Anyway, shall we catch up over video chat sometime? Maybe today evening at 6 pm?

Me: Let me know if that works for you. I’ll be looking forward to hearing more about what you’ve been up to. See you soon!

Vicky: Yes, let’s do it. That should work fine. Can’t wait to see you.

Oh wow! So, he finally responded. My heart fluttered with excitement. This was going to be awesome.

Vicky: Bye, until then…

I went about my daily routine of working from home, taking care of my dog, cooking dinner, etc. All while eagerly anticipating our virtual get-together.

As 5 pm rolled around, I got ready by changing into some comfy clothes and grabbing a glass of wine (just because). Then, at exactly 6 pm, we both logged onto Zoom and began chatting away like old times. Time flew by as we caught each other up on the latest happenings in our respective lives.

We talked about his job, mine too, our pets, hobbies, and anything under the sun. It felt amazing reconnecting with such an old friend after being separated for so long. Then suddenly, something happened.

An idea popped into my head that I couldn’t shake off. It was there, lurking beneath the surface of our conversation like a murky pond full of secrets waiting to emerge.

I didn’t want to, but I asked, “Hey, Vicky if you get time, would like to meet for lunch or dinner? It’s been a while, na.”

To which he replied, “Sure, sounds good. Any preference where?”

“How about my place?” I asked.

He agreed right away, saying, “Sure thing, I’d love to visit your place. Let me know when suits best.”

“So, how about Saturday night?”

“Sounds great! I’m looking forward to seeing you.”

We ended the call feeling giddy with anticipation. Little did either of us know what lay ahead. On Saturday afternoon, I cleaned the house, prepared food for two, and set up a comfortable space in my den.

At 7 pm sharp, there came a knock at the door. I opened it to reveal Vicky standing there wearing a casual outfit and a bottle of wine wrapped as a gift. His eyes lit up upon seeing me, and he gave me a big hug before entering.

We sat down in the den and started catching up over snacks and drinks. It wasn’t long before we got lost in conversation once again. Our talk veered towards personal matters like relationships, families, hopes, dreams, etc. Soon enough, dinner was served, and we devoured it happily.

During dessert, though, something unexpected occurred. Unbeknownst to either of us, the topic of sex crept its way into the discussion. We were discussing how lonely we were during lockdown when he said that sometimes watching porn helped relieve stress since his wife was stuck at a different location.

From there, one thing led to another. Suddenly, we found ourselves sharing our deepest desires and fantasies about what we wanted to experience sexually. It all happened so naturally, almost effortlessly. It seemed inevitable, given the circumstances.

Suddenly, he asked me about my fantasy which was never fulfilled and silly me. I also told him about my fantasy of someone eating my ass or doing anal. To my surprise, he started laughing after hearing my fantasy.

“How dare you laugh?” I exclaimed angrily. “I can’t believe you didn’t do it, even after being married for so long,” he said. After apologising, he confessed to me that his wife also liked it, so he has done it many times.

With those words alone, all of my defences crumbled. There was something magnetic about this man despite knowing he belonged to someone else. I could feel myself drawn closer and closer to him every second we spent together. All rational thought disappeared, leaving only primal instinct guiding my actions.

I know I was tipsy and that’s what was making me think like this. But somehow, someway, alcohol didn’t make any difference to me anymore. I reached out and gently touched his leg. He looked down at my hand, then back up at me, his expression unreadable.

So, without thinking twice, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his. A bolt of lightning shot through my body, setting off fireworks within me. For a moment, nothing existed except the taste of his mouth, the softness of his skin, and the intensity of our first kiss.

The moment stretched into eternity until he pulled away, slowly breaking the spell.

Still holding his gaze firmly, I whispered, “Are you okay?” “Yeah,” he said hoarsely, his voice cracking slightly. “It’s just…” He trailed off, clearly unsure of himself now.

“What?” I urged him on. “You don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to.”

He took a deep breath and spoke again, “I mean,” he paused, searching. Then I took the lead and leaned forward and started kissing him again, without thinking much.

It was more passionate than the previous one. My tongue darted between his parted lips, seeking refuge inside him. Suddenly, his hands grabbed my butt cheeks tightly, pulling me even closer to him over his lap. My heartbeat sped up as we continued exploring each other’s mouths.

In that instant, everything around us ceased existing. There were no rules, no boundaries, only pure desire driving us onward. After a few minutes passed by without saying anything else, Vicky’s hands started roaming on my back, exploring my skin under my top.

I moaned as he traced my spine, sending tingles throughout my entire being. Feeling bold, I reached out and unbuttoned his shirt, exposing his chest to my touch. The sight of his well-defined pecs made my heart flutter uncontrollably. As I caressed his muscles, I felt him grow harder underneath me.

His fingers slid beneath my bra, pinching my nipples, causing me to gasp audibly. My mind went blank, consumed by sheer lust. Without warning, Vicky picked me up and carried me to my bedroom. Laying me down on the bed, he removed the rest of my clothes, revealing my naked form to his hungry gaze.

Every inch of me belonged to him now. As soon as we finished undressing him, too, we began devouring each other like ravenous animals. Tongues danced in unison, tasting every corner of our mouths. Lips crushed together, desperately trying to express every emotion bubbling inside us.

Hands wandered freely across bare flesh, memorising every curve, every scar, every freckle. No detail was overlooked, and no sensation was spared. He started to kiss and lick my earlobes. I felt very ticklish, and at the same time, I loved it, too.

Now, his mouth moved lower towards my neck. He kept going further down till he reached my collarbone. As he licked along my jawline towards my chin, his breath smelled sweet like fruit juice. Then his lips met mine again, but this time, they lingered longer than before.

Gradually, his kisses came to my breasts, pausing briefly on each nipple, teasing them with his warm, wet tongue.  My whole body shook with pleasure as he sucked and nibbled on my sensitive nubs. Soon enough, my back arched off the mattress, begging for more attention.

I squirmed beneath him, my arousal building steadily as his mouth continued downward, tracing lazy circles around my navel. Finally, his lips reached their destination, landing gently upon my swollen clit.

At once, my hips bucked upward, urging him on, wanting him to take me completely. At first, he kissed it, using his tongue to trace little patterns around its perimeter. Slowly but surely, however, his movements grew bolder.

Gently, he pushed his tongue against my opening, probing deeper with each stroke. I let out a loud cry, my legs trembling from the intense pleasure coursing through me. My legs wrapped themselves around his waist, locking him in place as waves of ecstasy washed over me.

With every flick of his talented tongue, my orgasm grew stronger, bursting forth like a volcano erupting after decades of dormancy. It’s been years since my divorce. Somebody touched my clitoris. My eyes closed tightly, overwhelmed by the overwhelming bliss surging through me.

When I opened my eyes, I saw him down there between my legs, smiling. He said, smiling cheekily, ” Shruti, I still remember your fantasy, and your fantasy will be fulfilled today”.

I smiled back, saying, “Oh?” He replied yes and started sucking my swollen pussy again and slowly moved his way to my inner thighs and then knees. Then he made me turn and made me lay on my stomach. He started kissing my back thighs and started biting and licking them slowly.

After making me so aroused, he positioned himself behind me and slid his flexible tongue between my ass. I moaned loudly, and my asshole twitched involuntarily. Slowly but surely, he worked his way deeper, penetrating me with long strokes of his velvety tongue.

As he explored my tight hole, my pleasure soared to new heights, leaving me writhing helplessly beneath him. The feeling was incredible; never had I experienced such ecstasy! I was enjoying this ecstasy when he moved up on me and placed his rigid dick on my ass entrance.

I slowly started to push it in. Because my ass was already so wet with his saliva, his dick smoothly went in. He gripped my hip bones firmly, thrusting deeply inside me. His pace quickened, sending shockwaves of delight rippling through me. My moans echoed throughout the room, filling the air with raucous noises.

Sweat trickled down his brow, mingling with the perspiration coating my face. He then made me kneel on my fours. He positioned his hard dick on my wet dripping pussy and started thrusting. In and out, his massive cock filled me with blissful sensations.

Our bodies collided repeatedly, our groins slamming together in rhythm. With every stroke, my heart pounded faster, driven by the sheer intensity of passion coursing through me. I knew I was going to burst soon. I was on the verge of orgasm, and it was very hard for me to hold now.

As if reading my thoughts, he pulled out suddenly. I heard myself moan audibly in frustration. He turned me around and took my leg up onto his shoulder, and resumed fucking my pussy wildly. In seconds, I came undone. The world seemed to spin out of control, every fibre of my being ablaze with euphoria.

I cried out loudly, lost in the throes of pure ecstasy. He continued thrusting as hard and as fast as he could, and within seconds, I felt warm liquid in my pussy. He too cummed. We both collapsed on the bed, panting heavily. A few minutes passed.

I got up and brought water for us to drink. He came and hugged me tightly and asked me, “How am I feeling now?” I said, “Just awesome.” I haven’t had sex in the last five years. Finally, I did have one that too such a good one, thank you. He laughed, and we hugged again.

I never expected this to happen, but I was happy. I also shared my problem with him, for which I initially contacted him. He told me not to worry at all and suggested some solutions that would work.

It has been two days now since we had an amazing night, and we are planning for more such meetups. I, too, promised to keep it a secret and won’t interfere in his personal life. We both talked a lot during these days, and our friendship is growing day by day.

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