Hello friends, let me tell you of a story of compassion, manipulation, lust, steamy sex, and betrayal of trust. This is a story how I, Dev, fucked my wife’s hottest friend Chaitali, who would later become favorite mausi of my daughter.
The story goes back about 2years. I got married only 4 years ago. I was in a long distance marriage primarily due to our job location. I had to move out to Coimbatore for my job there a few years ago, it was a well-paid job with high satisfaction. My wife was working in Kolkata, where she was born and brought up. I was from Howrah in Bengal, however, we considered ourselves as residents of Kolkata (wink!). Diya, my wife tried her luck in Coimbatore, but to no avail. We both had very limited scope for working from home, which limited our scope to stay together. At that point, we accepted the fate and continued with our lives.
Diya is a sexy petite woman. Her dressing style and fashion sense is commendable, and I would not be surprised if other men would lurk at her body or dressing sense. We tried sleeping together before marriage to figure out if we are compatible on bed, rather it’s better to say my wife tried me. I am very good with foreplay, gave her nice orgasms, but we tried penetrative sex only twice. She enjoyed, and as destiny would have it, we got married. What foolish me forgot to test was her performative skills.
After a month of our marriage, I realized my wife knew shit about how to pleasure her male partner. She was more of a taker rather than a giver. She was initially even reluctant to learn. This pissed me off a lot. Coupling this with our long distance marriage also reduced the sex and increased frustration. To top this all she was not into phone sex at all. The intimacy became a huge problem.
Close to a year into the marriage when she was visiting me we had unprotected sex once, and as luck had it, that one impregnation resulted in pregnancy. We did not realize the pregnancy until it was quite late, and not using a contraceptive after the unprotected sex was a lazy careless call on our end. Result, we had our daughter a year later.
Enough about the stressed out sexually deprived life with Diya. Let me tell you about the sex goddess Chaitali. In our marriage, in the bridal dress my wife was looking fabulous, until the point a goddess arrived in a black blouse and black saree, with a quite modest looking man of approximately my age. You can say why wear black on a happy occasion of a hindu marriage? Well beautiful women are entitled to wear whatever makes them look gorgeous. I have to agree on this point.
She walked in with grace, congratulated me and kissed the cheeks of my wife. I could understand that these two women were close. The man accompanying her greeted me too and in hindi. I would be lying if I say I was appreciating my wife’s beauty only on our wedding night, I was eyeing Chaitali every now and then and my god did she not have one of the most perfect tits for her body!
Her breasts were tight, not saggy. She had a pretty face with a pair of glasses that made her look like a hot schoolteacher, plus a nose ring. She had just the right amount of fat everywhere in the body that would make anyone complement her body, if not hesitant about social norms. I guess the arrow of infidelity struck me that very day and every time she was bending to whisper in my wife’s ears, my eyes would catch a glimpse of her cleavage.
She had stayed with us until the late hours with her bf that night and went back to our place before leaving. There were quite a few beautiful girls in that occasion but I could hardly move my eyes from her ‘sudol’ bosoms. Obviously, I was in love with my wife, but her body brought out the primal lust. Although I felt this strong attraction to her body, and if possible, would have taken her into a washroom and romped her there after sucking the milk out of her breasts, I only eyed her with utmost skillfulness. After she left, we hardly met again until later in the year. I remained a loyal husband to my wife until the fateful day that brought us together.
I was visiting my hometown around that time, and my baby was only about 5 months old then. My wife informed me that Chaitali’s nephew had expired due to some rare condition, whom she adored like her own child. I understood that it was a mournful situation. I told Diya, you could probably connect with her bf also and see if we should visit her or if he is able to support her well. My wife reverted saying, “Did I not tell you, the have broken up almost a year ago?”
I knew that there were some disagreements between them but had no idea that they had broken up. I told Diya then we should head over to her and support her emotionally. I suggested so since I knew that there was some drama in her family, which did not allow them to have the most cordial of relationships. So in the absence of the bf she could have felt alone. We decided to leave our daughter with my mom and headed down to her place at Behala.
On seeing Diya, Chaitali broke down in tears. As my wife kept consoling her, I went into the kitchen to make them some tea. Such an animal I am that I never lost an opportunity to have a look at her in her housedress while maintaining distance. After all the wailing came to a pause, I served them tea. As I was from biological background, I tried to understand what happened to the poor kid. After about an hour of our arrival, my mom called Diya to inform that our daughter was crying incessantly and that she was not able to control her.
Like a true mother, she decided to leave immediately, while begrudging my mom’s inability to appease the baby (like a daughter-in-law). Although I did not want to leave, I got ready to leave as soon as she was getting ready to leave. I think it was cupid who sided with me in that fateful moment.
My wife turned after picking up her bag and while she saw me getting ready to leave she strictly told me, “Where are you going? Sit here and give her company. I will go and pacify the baby.” She also turned to Chaitali and said, “Listen if not today itself, but I want you to come over to our place and stay for a week till you feel better and I will not hear no for an answer!”
Chaitali was about to say something, but Diya gestured with finger on her lips and left, leaving me with the woman alone about whom I have been lusting for last 2 years since our marriage. I asked Chaitali if it is ok if I sit on the same 3-seater sofa, she nodded. I sat there quietly.
Breaking the awkward silence, I asked her whether she had cooked for herself, to which she replied that she has not been in the state of mind to cook. I asked about the maid and to that she replied that the maid was on planned leave today. I stood up and insisted that I will cook for her. It was easier to see her god-gifted body from a distance rather than being so close.
I was afraid of approaching a woman sexually who is a close friend of my wife. In spite of her objections, I insisted on cooking her a quick meal and went into the kitchen to make something. I could not find certain ingredients, as it was an unknown kitchen to me. I had to call her to find those.
She stood on a small stool to bring out those items while I also reached out at the shelf at the same time. Our shoulders grazed with each other. Out of awkwardness of physical contact, she flinched and tried to turn quickly, lost her balance. Thanks to my quick reaction, I caught her in my arms and stopped from falling.
She felt shy, quickly stood up on her feet and hesitantly left the kitchen. I took down the ingredients and tried to cook a pasta, hiding my boner. I served her the food, ate alongside her. Then came the moment, for which I would thank god a thousand times. Someone’s vulnerability is someone’s opportunity. Chaitali started crying.
I was perplexed and tried to understand what went wrong, but without asking, she started uttering how her nephew liked red-sauce pasta with chicken. Although I had cooked a white sauce pasta, I could connect to the connection of her emotions in 3-4 seconds. By then she started crying holding my sleeves with her pretty and soft hands that had gorgeously maintained nails painted in a glossy shade of blood-red.
I tried to embrace her with my right hand while thinking of how those nails would engrave their markings on my back while I am pumping my dick inside her yet unseen gorgeous pussy. The thought of it again gave me a boner that had already started with her clasping my sleeves. I was afraid she would see it. Now I embraced her with both my arms pulling her closer to my chest to comfort her, still a bit hesitantly.
In vulnerable moments, a man’s warmth can do wonders even in a hot and humid city like Kolkata. She was breathing heavily and weeping while I put my first compassionate kiss on the back of her head. I think that was the trigger she needed to feel fully secure. Something inside her shifted and she held onto my shirt more strongly with those beautiful fingers. I complemented her move with a more slightly tighter more warmer embrace.
I landed another kiss on the back of her head shortly after, and that started the cascade that transformed my desires to an unimaginable reality. She wiped her tears on my shirt lightly before lifting her head gently looking into my eyes. I knew that look which has a need, the need to be consumed, to surrender all strength in the arms of a man, who would take her to safety (safety of pleasure, devoid of sorrow, that is ultimately experienced in an orgasm).
She looked at me and then closed her beautiful eyelids, where those eyelashes also created an art attractive enough to be appreciated by an artist with a kiss. I kissed her forehead, her eyes, her nose and then her lips. By the time I reached her lips, I understood that the surrender was complete. She had forgotten my identity as her friend’s husband; she just needed me to make her feel whole again.
I would not hide the fact that I have tried to shag alone watching her photos along with porn to imagine what I would do with her, such as spanking of the ass and boobs. But today she needed care. After I planted the kiss on her lips, I pressed through with that intimate moment. This led to a deep lip lock that went deeper with the exchange of our tongues as if she was desperately trying to hold onto me to lift her up from the pit of sorrow. I complied.
Our saliva exchanged residences until her lips were too tired to hold on anymore. I kept kissing her throat and neck, and which point her deep exhalations started to become small moans. I was experiencing this and getting crazier. I was putting a brake in my thoughts, “I cannot unleash the animal within!” I have to make her feel cared for, feel loved and not used, which I could have done with my ex-gf. At least it was not the time. Once I was able to make her moans stronger, I reached out to the heaven underneath her dress that has been keeping my flexible rod strong ever since the day I married Diya.
To be honest there were situations when the sex between Diya and myself had become so boring that I would have to think I am fucking Chaitali, by closing my eye, while I fucked Diya in missionary position. Putting my hands on her breast, even from above the bra felt like heaven. They were the mangos of heaven, where my wife had not reached that plumpness and softness even after becoming a mother.
I could not wait any longer, after the mission of gently pressing on those ripe oranges for about a minute as I started kissing her gorgeous mouth once again, lifted the bra up to touch the real deal. Can you imagine the level of penance I had to do to reach here! 2 years of lustfully seeing her on social media or occasionally in person, while suffering a wreck of a sex life where I only gave and received nothing but a responsibility package in return.
I wanted to suck on those ripe tits right away, but I needed to be gentle, caring and loving. At least I needed to be perceived as someone who was not after her body, but in fact, I was caressing her soul with my care and gentle lovemaking. I was very conscious such that she does not feel the urgency in my lips to leave the liplock and engage in pleasuring her boobs.
I lost track of time as I was invested in my goal. Once she let me out of the liplock, I gently placed myself to be able to suck on her boobs. But let the idea of sucking it, I was mesmerized with the sheer beauty of those oranges. For reference, check out the breasts of Savannah Sixx, a pornstar. Yes, I think Chaitali’s natural boobs were almost crafted in a cast by the lord for her partners and for me, even if it is for one day.
The areolas in medium shade of brown were not too big with semi erect nipples that called on me like puppy eyes. I started sucking them one by one gently, while intermittently using my tongue to excite the areola. I kept my eye on her expressions to gage if she was enjoying it. Soon she almost bend backwards on the handrest to make her breasts more accessible to me, so that I can put each of them completely in my mouth and suck on them. It was difficult to tame the wolf in me.
While sucking on her breasts in such a sensuous manner I made the next move to insert my right hand inside her panty, while I supported her back with my left arm as she remained in that semi-arched posture. As my soft hands reached the lips of her vagina, something happened. Chaitali, suddenly gaining a bit of control of her body, looked at me with a pair of fearful, guilt-filled eyes. Her eyes still red from crying earlier.
Before she had the chance for the frightening thought of cheating with her friend’s husband pass through her mind I compassionately moved my head to suggest, ‘No’. I wanted to convey to her that this is a safe environment to let her be away from the sorrow for a little while. I gently mentioned, “Don’t think, and let me take you out of this place.” Obviously, I did not mean the physical place but mentally the place where she is surrounded by sorrow and fear of breaking the trust of a friend.
For me, the outcome of this day could have been one of two diagonally opposite options. Either she would feel awkward to face me ever again, creating suspicion in Diya’s mind, or Chaitali would be always sexually available for me, if she can manage to navigate through her emotion, as I would have liked to happen. All of this would be clear later, if she feels comfortable to come with me to our house to stay for a few days.
Good sign, she showed signs of relaxation as a result of my pacification attempt and kept enjoying her endorphins released as a result of my gentle massage of her sex chakra. My right hand found her clit, my soft finger rub around the area started to make the ground wet with her pussy juice. Soon she was ready for more of my finger therapy. I released the arch and let her down on the sofa. With her left breast in my lips, I started more focused action in her vagina, pushing my fingers slightly in. She opened her eyes onetime, watch my fingers at play underneath her panty, and closed the eyes again.
I expected her to be a hornier woman, more active in sexual act. However, this situation was not a normal one. In a normal situation, I do not get to spend hours with her alone. Special situation requires special concession. My actions succeeded in making her more wet. I pulled my hand out and got up to remove my shirt and pant. While I got up from the sofa, she might have thought I was leaving her high and dry and opened her eyes anxiously. She instantly felt calmer seeing me opening my shirt buttons.
She truly needed a man today to take her away from reality. I was that man today. A man in need is a man in deed. I tried to justify my act of cheating also as an act of service to this poor helpless woman. After removing my clothes, I picked Chaitali up from the sofa and put her on her bed. She did not complain. She lay there unreactive, looking away.
Now I started removing her panty. I don’t know whether she was expecting my dick to be the next visitor, but was surprised by the visit by my tongue tip at her vaginal lips. I kept licking her pussy and clit till she lets out louder moans and her body starts to shake.
While licking her cunt, I was thinking, whether I should go inside her without a condom, how risky would it be as I had no idea whether she would have any condoms at home even after an year of break up with her BF. Obviously, she would have fucked someone else too in the meanwhile, since breakup. The perception of risk was higher especially since she was the friend of my wife. I could not let the moment be discontinuous. I could not have allowed her to have a second thought. To see her expressions while I penetrated her in different positions was now a fight to death for me.
I readied my dick to push it in, at the mouth of her vagina. She opened her eyes with squinted eyebrows and by pointing her fingers showed the area where the condoms were present. She only mentioned, “Take one from there!” I immediately obeyed as it would be safer and have her consent too. Without wasting time, I took hold of an extra thin condom, wore in and appeared in front of her vaginal enclosure in less than 1 minute. I entered the divinely crafted precious hole that I had dreamt of entering for the last 2 years. I thanked Kamdev for this day.
As I pushed, she moved up, my condom-lubricated penis gained an inch inside her hole. She must not have had sex in last few weeks; otherwise, she could not have been so tight. I am not judging her; after all, she is a sexbomb. It took another 3-4 pushes and her magnificent “Uuummhh!” expression to have me fully inside. I bent down on her body to push a bit faster. She closed her eyes and started enjoying the penetrations like a queen.
I was ready to worship her body. Therefore, I changed my posture after about a minute of medium-paced thumping and went into a pose of push up. I knew from experience I achieve deep penetration and max satisfaction using this technique. I could see from her lips, the moans she let out and opening of her eyes with a smile that my efforts were bearing fruit. It’s amazing how the brain forgets the extreme sadness arising from the passing of a child, by the opening of the pandora’s box of neurochemistry owing to a good fuck.
She was enjoying, no doubt. As I was looking into her eyes, I saw no shame, no fear, no sadness, only involvement without remorse. As much as I liked her face, I would have loved to see her boobs bounce with my strokes. This time I got on my knees wide spread, folding her legs close to my chest I started romping her pussy fast. She was aware something new is coming her way. She started letting out “Ahh.. Ahh..” moans and signaled me to continue. She enjoyed every moment of it, and I enjoyed her beautiful oranges bounce in front of my eyes.
We were not done yet, I slid down behind her butt in right angle to her body. I wanted to put my dick in sideways. As my dick is bent to the left when erect, I knew it gives good results in hitting the right spots. Her pussy juice had made my condom super wet, so I slid it in again. It gave me a reproducible result just like how this worked with my ex.
Chaitali loved it and was getting more and more excited. Now it was time for me to have my kind of fun, the kinky type. I held her throat attempting an erotic asphyxiation while pulled myself closer by holding her right bosom with my left hand and tightly massaging it. In less than a couple of minute our intense fuck fruitioned into a lovely dual orgasm. She kept shaking for another 30 seconds in orgasm after I finished. It was a happy-ending. I kissed her breasts again.
“You have been always a fan of my breasts, nah?” she asked. I nodded innocently.
As I stood up to get clean. I saw a missed call notification on my phone. It was Diya. When I called her back she asked me directly, “how is she?”
Me: “She was crying again! Now stable. I cooked some pasta and fed her. Sorry could not pick up the call.”
Diya: “No problem, ask her to pack up for a few days and bring her with you. I am feeding the baby. Come soon!” She disconnected the call.
I looked at Chaitali and said, “You heard what she said.”
She smiled and replied, “Coming after taking a shower.” Got straight up and went to the toilet naked, exhibiting her goddess body right in front of me.
As she took shower, got ready to leave with me, and we left, we hardly spoke about anything besides logistics. Nothing about the sex. I kept wondering whether I was the predator or I became the prey? Did I play her, or did she play me? Either way it was win-win for me. She stayed with us for 5 days before I headed back to Coimbatore. Although we did not dare to fuck again in my home, but she was amused of the ass- and boob-grabs I did sneaked in at our place when no one was around. She responded mischievously.
We would not get a chance to fuck again for a while. Also in a conversation with my wife I heard, that she started dating a hunk 3 months later. Kudos to the sex-goddess Chaitali!