Hello friends, let me tell you 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. She would later become my daughter’s favourite mausi.
The story goes back about 2 years. I got married only 4 years ago. I was in a long-distance marriage primarily due to our job locations. I had to move out to Coimbatore for my job 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 are commendable. I would not be surprised if other men would lurk at her body or her sense of style. We tried sleeping together before getting married to see if we were compatible.
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 it, and as fate would have it, we got married. What foolish me forgot to test was her performative skills.
After a month of our marriage, I realised 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. As luck had it, it resulted in pregnancy. 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, my wife looked fabulous in her bridal dress. Then a goddess arrived in a black blouse and black saree, accompanied by a modest-looking man of about 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 to each other. The man accompanying her also greeted me in Hindi. I would be lying if I said I appreciated my wife’s beauty only on our wedding night.
I was eyeing Chaitali now and then. My god she had one of the most perfect tits for her body! Her breasts were tight, not saggy. She had a pretty face, complete with a pair of glasses that made her look like a hot schoolteacher, and a nose ring.
She had just the right amount of fat everywhere in her body that would make anyone compliment her, if not for her being hesitant about social norms. I guess the arrow of infidelity struck me that very day. 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 on 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.
I felt a strong attraction to her body. If possible, would have taken her into a washroom and fucked her there after sucking her breasts. 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 about 5 months old. My wife informed me that Chaitali’s nephew had died due to a rare condition. She adored him like her own child. I understood that it was a mournful situation.
I told Diya that you could probably connect with her boyfriend as well 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? They broke up almost a year ago.” I had no idea they had broken up.
I told Diya that we should head over to her and offer her emotional support. We decided to leave our daughter with my mom and head down to her place at Behala. On seeing Diya, Chaitali broke down in tears. As my wife continued to console her, I went into the kitchen to make them some tea.
Such an animal I am that I never lost an opportunity to catch a glimpse of her while maintaining a distance. After all the wailing came to a pause, I served them tea. After about an hour of our arrival, my mom called Diya to inform her that our daughter was crying incessantly. She was unable to control her.
Like a true mother, she decided to leave immediately. Although I did not want to leave, I got ready to leave as soon as she did. I think it was Cupid who sided with me in that fateful moment.
My wife 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, but I want you to come over to our place and stay for a week till you feel better. I will not hear no for an answer!”
Chaitali was about to say something. But Diya gestured with a finger on her lips and left. She left me with the woman alone, about whom I have been lusting for the last 2 years since our marriage. I asked Chaitali if it was okay if I sat 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. She replied that she has not been in the state of mind to cook. I stood up and insisted that I would cook for her. It was easier to see her god-gifted body from a distance than it was to be so close.
I was afraid of approaching a woman sexually who is a close friend of my wife. Despite her objections, I insisted on cooking her a quick meal. I went into the kitchen to make something. I couldn’t find certain ingredients, as it was an unfamiliar 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 for the shelf at the same time. Our shoulders grazed each other. Out of the awkwardness of physical contact, she flinched. She tried to turn quickly, but lost her balance.
Thanks to my quick reaction, I caught her in my arms and stopped her from falling. She felt shy, so she quickly stood up and hesitantly left the kitchen. I took down the ingredients and tried to cook some pasta, hiding my boner. I served her the food and ate alongside her.
Then came the moment, for which I would thank god a thousand times. Someone’s vulnerability is someone else’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.
I could connect to her emotions in 3-4 seconds. By then, she started crying, holding my sleeves with her pretty and soft hands. She had gorgeously maintained nails painted in a glossy shade of blood red. I tried to embrace her, thinking of how those nails would leave their markings on my back.
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. 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 slightly tighter, warmer embrace. I landed another kiss on the back of her head shortly after. It started the cascade that transformed my desires into an unimaginable reality.
She wiped her tears on my shirt 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. The safety of pleasure, devoid of sorrow, which is ultimately experienced in an orgasm.
She looked at me and then closed her beautiful eyelids. Her eyelashes also created an art attractive enough to be appreciated 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 have tried to shag watching her photos imagining 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. She was desperately trying to hold onto me to lift her from the pit of sorrow. I complied.
Our saliva was exchanged until her lips were too tired. I kept kissing her throat and neck. Her deep exhalations started to become small moans. I was experiencing this and getting crazier. I was putting the brakes on my thoughts, “I cannot unleash the animal within!”
I have to make her feel cared for, feel loved and not used. 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. It has been keeping my flexible dick strong since the day I married Diya.
There were situations when the sex between Diya and me had become boring. I would have to think I am fucking Chaitali, 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.
I could not wait any longer. After pressing those boobs for about a minute, I started kissing her mouth once again. I lifted the bra to touch the real deal. Can you imagine the level of penance I had to do to reach here! 2 years of lust I wanted to suck on those 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. I was caressing her soul with my care and gentle lovemaking. I was very conscious so that she would not feel the urgency in my lips.
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’s not talk about sucking it. I was mesmerised by the sheer beauty of those boobs.
For reference, check out the breasts of Savannah Sixx, a pornstar. Yes, I think Chaitali’s natural boobs were crafted in a cast by the lord for her partners. The areolas in a medium shade of brown were not too big. Semi-erect nipples that called on me like puppy eyes.
I started sucking them one by one gently, while using my tongue to excite the areola. I kept my eye on her expressions to gauge if she was enjoying it. Soon, she bent backwards to make her breasts more accessible to me. It wasn’t easy to tame the wolf in me.
While sucking on her breasts, I made the next move to insert my hand inside her panty. 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 pussy, something happened.
Chaitali suddenly gained a bit of control over her body. She looked at me with a pair of fearful, guilt-filled eyes. Her eyes were still red from crying earlier. Before she had the chance to think of cheating with her friend’s husband, I compassionately moved my head to suggest, ‘No.’
I wanted to convey to her that this is a safe environment. 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, 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 options. Either she would feel awkward to face me ever again, or Chaitali would always be sexually available for me. All of this would become clear later.
She showed signs of relaxation as a result of my attempt to pacify her. She kept enjoying the endorphins released as a result of my gentle massage of her sex chakra. My right hand found her pussy. My soft finger rub around the area started to make her pussy juicy.
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 pussy, pushing my fingers slightly in. She opened her eyes once, watched my fingers at play underneath her panties, and closed her eyes again.
I expected her to be a horny woman. However, this situation was not a normal one. In normal situations, I don’t get to spend hours with her alone. Special situation requires special concession. My actions succeeded in making her wetter. I pulled my hand out and got up to remove my shirt and pants.
While I got up from the sofa, she opened her eyes anxiously. She instantly felt calmer when I opened 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 as an act of service to this 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 panties. I don’t know whether she was expecting my dick to be the next visitor.
She was surprised by the visit from my tongue tip at her pussy. 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. I had no idea whether she would have any condoms at home.
The perception of risk was higher, especially since she was my wife’s friend. 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 the death for me.
I readied my dick to push it in, at the mouth of her pussy. She opened her eyes with squinted eyebrows. By pointing her fingers, she showed the area where the condoms were present. She only mentioned, “Take one from there!” I immediately obeyed, as it would be safer, and I had her consent too.
I took hold of an extra thin condom, wore in and appeared in front of her pussy in less than 1 minute. I entered the divinely crafted, precious hole that I had dreamed of entering for the last two years. I thanked Kamdev for this day. As I pushed, she moved up, my dick gained an inch inside her hole.
She must not have had sex in the last few weeks; otherwise, she could not have been so tight. I am not judging her; after all, she is a sex bomb. It took another 3-4 pushes and her “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. I changed my posture after about a minute of medium-paced thumping and went into a push-up pose. I knew from experience that I could achieve deep penetration and max satisfaction using this technique.
I could see from her lips, the moans she let out and the opening of her eyes with a smile that my efforts were bearing fruit. It’s amazing how the brain forgets the sadness of passing of a child, by the opening 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.
I folded her legs close to my chest I started romping her pussy fast. She was aware that something new was coming her way. She started letting out moans and signalled me to continue. She enjoyed every moment of it, and I enjoyed her beautiful boobs 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 it did with my ex. Chaitali loved it and grew increasingly 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 pulling myself closer.
In a couple of minutes, 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 always been 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. She took a 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 had become 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.
We did not dare to fuck in my home. But she was amused of the ass- and boob-grabs I sneaked in 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 three months later. Kudos to the sex-goddess Chaitali!