Story of Desire & Sexual Encounter with My Friend’s Wife

Shruti was a 36-year-old woman with an 11-year-old daughter and a 7-year-old son. Her husband, Rahul, was a software engineer working for an MNC. We had become close family friends, often spending weekends together, sharing meals, and celebrating milestones as an extended family.

Our bond was strong, and I valued our friendship deeply. In late 2022, I began to notice subtle changes in Shruti’s behaviour. She started giving me more attention, finding reasons to be close to me whenever I visited. Her touches seemed more deliberate, lingering longer than necessary.

She would sit closer to me, her body brushing against mine. Her clothing became more revealing, showcasing her curves in a way that was hard to ignore. At first, I was confused and unsure of what to make of it. But gradually, I began to look forward to these moments.

One afternoon, Shruti called me out of the blue. Her voice sounded anxious. She asked for advice on how to earn extra money. I was puzzled because Rahul had a good income, and they seemed financially stable. As we talked, it became clear that she was upset with her husband.

Their relationship was going through a rough patch. Our conversations grew more frequent, and we began chatting more intimately. What started as innocent discussions soon turned into flirtatious exchanges and, eventually, explicit sexual conversations.

One evening, she asked me directly what I would do if she were available to me. Emboldened by her openness, I shared my fantasies. She was thrilled, admitting her husband had never been that adventurous. Our encounters became charged with a sexual tension that was impossible to ignore.

One day, she invited me over, saying she needed to talk. When I arrived, she was alone in the living room. Her husband was upstairs, apparently asleep. She smiled and mentioned they had argued, which was why he was upstairs. I sat on the bed, and she took a chair beside it.

Boldly, I told her she looked incredibly sexy in her trousers and t-shirt. She thanked me, and I asked her to come closer. She moved over, and I wrapped my arm around her waist, remarking on how slim it was. She confessed that her husband rarely appreciated her this way.

I asked her to sit on my lap, and she did so without hesitation. I squeezed her breasts and kissed her neck from behind. She enjoyed it, clearly having planned this encounter. After a few minutes, she moved back to the chair. I asked if I could see her pussy, and she smiled, got up, and closed the door.

Hiding behind it, she slid her trousers down to reveal her clean-shaven pussy. I was excited but cautious, knowing her husband was home. She asked why I wasn’t hard. I explained I needed a more comfortable environment. She understood. I moved closer and started caressing her pussy through her trousers.

She closed her eyes, enjoying it. Then, I slipped my hand inside her trousers and fingered her. She moaned but soon said we should stop, fearing her husband might come down. She went to the kitchen for water and offered me some. I followed her, hugged her from behind, and kissed her neck.

A few days later, I visited her again. She was about to pick up her kids from school. I quickly moved to her bedroom, where she was changing. She was about to close her zip and button when I pushed her onto the bed. I kissed her belly button and licked the top of her pussy.

She enjoyed it but reminded me she was getting late. One day, around 11 AM, I called her while walking near her house. Our conversation turned to sex, and I mentioned I was nearby. She invited me in with a smile, closed the gate, and drew the curtains. We hugged and kissed, then moved to the bedroom.

I intended to take it slow, giving her the care and attention she deserved. I massaged her back. My hands kneading her soft flesh, sliding over the curves of her ass and lingering on her inner thighs. She let out a soft moan, her body reacting to every touch.

Turning over, she looked at me with intensity, silently inviting me to take control. I climbed on top of her, our bodies pressed together, feeling the heat and desire between us. I kissed her deeply, our tongues intertwining as our passion grew.

Moving down, I lifted her t-shirt, revealing her smooth, toned stomach. I reached behind her and unclasped her bra, her small, firm breasts spilling out. I took one nipple into my mouth, sucking and nibbling, making her gasp with pleasure. She arched her back, pressing herself into me, urging me on.

With her now topless, I continued my journey downwards, kissing her belly and feeling her shiver beneath me. I unbuttoned her trousers, sliding them down her legs. Revealing a new set of lingerie that accentuated her curves perfectly. Clearly, she had prepared for this moment.

I kissed her pussy through the thin fabric of her panties, inhaling her intoxicating scent, feeling her wetness seep through. She moaned louder, her hands gripping the sheets in anticipation. I slowly peeled her panties off, revealing her completely nude, her pussy clean-shaven and glistening.

“I’m going to fulfil all my fantasies with you,” I whispered, my voice thick with desire.

She smiled seductively, her eyes dark with lust. “Do whatever you want,” she purred. “I’m all yours.”

I spread her legs wide, diving in and licking her pussy with fervour. My tongue explored her folds, teasing her clit, making her squirm and moan with pleasure. She grabbed my head, pressing me deeper into her, her hips grinding against my face. Her taste was intoxicating, her scent filling my senses, driving me wild.

I sucked on her clit, flicking it with my tongue, feeling her body tense and shudder as she neared orgasm. After five minutes of relentless pleasure, she breathlessly begged, “Take off your jeans and underwear. I want you now.” I quickly complied, revealing my 6-inch penis.

Her eyes widened as she took in its thickness. “It’s shorter than my husband’s but so much thicker,” she murmured, licking her lips. We moved into a 69 position. Her mouth eagerly took my cock while I continued to eat her out.

She sucked expertly, her tongue swirling around the head, taking me deep into her throat. The sensation was mind-blowing, her lips and tongue working together to bring me to the brink. I returned the favour, licking and sucking her pussy, feeling her juices flow.

After ten minutes of mutual pleasure, she couldn’t wait any longer. “Fuck me,” she pleaded. “I need you inside me.”

Switching to the missionary position, I spread her legs wide, positioning myself at her entrance. I rubbed the tip of my cock against her clit and love hole, teasing her, making her whimper with need. “Please,” she begged. “I’ve never felt this good before.”

With a slow, deliberate thrust, I entered her. Her tight pussy enveloped me, her walls gripping me perfectly. I started moving, each thrust deeper and harder, fulfilling her request for a fast, intense fuck. She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me closer. Her nails dug into my back as she moaned loudly.

After ten minutes of hard, relentless fucking, I was drenched in sweat, my body straining with effort. I paused, and she suggested we switch positions. I lay on the bed, and she climbed on top, guiding my cock back into her. She moved up and down expertly, her pussy milking me.

Her breasts bounced with each movement. She was incredible, her body moving with an almost supernatural grace, driving us both to the edge. Her pace quickened, her moans growing louder. “I’m so close,” she gasped. “I’m going to cum.”

“Me too,” I panted, barely able to hold on.

With one final, powerful thrust, she came, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on my cock. The intensity of her orgasm triggered mine. I exploded inside her, filling her with my cum. We rode the waves of pleasure together, our bodies intertwined, our souls connected.

But she wasn’t done yet. In the next 5 minutes, she shifted to her knees, presenting her perfect ass to me in a seductive invitation. “I want you to fuck me from behind,” she purred, looking back at me with a wicked grin.

I positioned myself behind her, my hands gripping her hips. Her ass was perfection, round and firm, and I couldn’t resist giving it a gentle squeeze. I lined myself up with her entrance. I slowly pushed in, savouring the tightness of her pussy from this new angle.

She moaned deeply, her back arching as I filled her. I began to move, each thrust harder and faster, driving into her with abandon. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, her moans and gasps egging me on. “Yes, fuck me harder,” she cried out, her voice a mixture of desperation and ecstasy.

I obliged, pounding into her with all my strength, my hands gripping her ass tightly. The sensation was incredible, her pussy clenching around me, her moans growing louder with each thrust. I could feel her body trembling, on the verge of another orgasm.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” she screamed, her voice hoarse. “Don’t stop!”

Her words pushed me over the edge. I thrust into her one last time, my entire body tensing as I cum. Filling her with my cum once again. She shuddered beneath me, her orgasm rippling through her. Her pussy is milking every drop from me.

But even as the waves of pleasure began to subside, she turned around and looked at me with a glint in her eye. “I want to taste your cum,” she said, her voice dripping with desire. I nodded, barely able to respond. She pushed me onto my back.

She took my cock into her mouth, licking and sucking with fervour. It was as if she was savouring her favourite treat. Her tongue explores every inch, cleaning off the remnants of our combined juices. The sight of her, so eager and passionate, with the sensation of her skilled mouth, had me rock-hard.

She sucked harder, her tongue swirling around the head, taking me deeper into her throat. The feeling was electric, and I knew I wouldn’t last long. “Oh, I’m going to cum again,” I groaned, unable to hold back. She sucked even harder, her eyes locked onto mine, urging me to let go.

With a final thrust, I exploded in her mouth, my cum filling her. She moaned around my cock, swallowing every drop, savouring the taste. Her enthusiasm only made the pleasure more intense. I felt like I never ejaculated so much sperm in my life.

When I finally finished, she pulled back, a satisfied smile on her face. “I’ve always wanted to taste your cum,” she confessed, licking her lips. “It’s even better than I imagined.”

“That was incredible,” I said, pulling her into my arms. “You’re incredible.”

We lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of our intense lovemaking, our bodies entwined. She looked up at me, her eyes softening with affection. “Thank you for fulfilling my fantasies,” she murmured. “I’ve never felt so alive.”

“Neither have I,” I admitted, kissing her forehead. “You’re amazing.”

Eventually, she got up to freshen up, and I watched her walk to the bathroom, admiring her graceful movements. She returned a few minutes later, wearing a fresh set of clothes, and handed me a towel and a change of clothes she had picked out for me.

“Why don’t you take a shower? It’ll help you relax,” she suggested.

I nodded and headed to the bathroom, the warm water washing away the remnants of our passionate encounter. When I returned to the bedroom, Shruti had already tidied up and was waiting for me with a cup of coffee.

“Come, let’s sit in the living room,” she said, leading the way.

We settled on the couch, sipping our coffee and sharing more stories about our lives, our dreams, and our fears.