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After the last incident at my friend’s place, I decided to continue my relationship with Mansi. A thought in me struck that Mansi had given herself to me. She’s taking so much risk for me. Although she knows the consequences still, she’s willing to take those risks.
Till now, I was obeying the way she said. But now, I want to take a step ahead. I want to embrace my liking for her. I won’t say it was love from both sides. But there was a very strong affection for each other. We were ready to explore it in the outside world, but with minimum risk.
It was Diwali, and I was relaxed for a long holiday. I decided to take Mansi for dinner to enjoy quality time with her. But unfortunately, I couldn’t do that, as my friend won’t allow her. So before approaching Mansi, I approached my friend for dinner night.
In Mumbai, during the Diwali festival, you will find many lounges, restaurants, organizing gala night events. I booked a table for all three of us. The lounge was in Navi Mumbai, which was close to my house. So first, I went there and selected the corner table of the lounge.
Sitting in the corner and enjoying drinks gives me peace. They arrived as I sat on the chair and waited for Mansi and my friend. Dazzling beauty in black satin, the glittery dress arrived. Looking at Mansi, I was awestruck. She looked way hotter than I ever saw.
I’ve always seen her in casual looks, but this transformation raised my dick to 90°. Although Mansi is not a thin personality, her figure was not the usual one I saw. The casual kurta and leggings were transformed into a tighter dress. Boobs and ass were coming out like a pop-up window.
I would have cum shot there itself. Red, dark lipstick, long two-headed mangalsutra, her small bindi. Her latticed hand-black dress was creating havoc in my jeans. To be honest, I fell for her.
I controlled my emotions and waved at them, indicating that our table was there. All the tables were round. One could enjoy the gala night from all angles and corners. I was sitting in the middle while Mansi was sitting on my left and my friend on the right.
That moment made me feel on one side. It’s my friend whom I’ve always helped and who trusts me. On the other hand, his wife trusts me more than her husband. I’ve always been their savior in the marriage. Now in the future, God knows I might be ruining their marriage.
The thought was provoking to withdraw all the thoughts I’d created for Mansi. But I had given up morality the day I fucked Mansi. I washed out all my thoughts and started chit-chatting with them. I made up my mind to go with the flow. Let’s accept whatever comes in the future.
My friend and I ordered whisky while Mansi ordered her usual Cocktail. She prefers Vodka with white rum tossing it up with strawberry and lime juice. Weird combination, but a deadly one for the bombshell. We started having drinks and the gala night too started.
The lounge was filling after every 5 minutes. As the tables were booked prior, the ambiance was pleasant. The night started with ghazals. My friend and Mansi were sitting in front, and I was sitting at the back. I was looking at them turn by turn and was tossing my drink in enjoyment.
Mansi doesn’t like drinking much. It was just an occasion, so she ordered me to accompany her. It was just one, and she already had that kick. On the other hand, I was at the beginning of my second drink, while my friend was at the end of his third.
I knew he was going to create problems for us after some time. Till then, I decided to enjoy the night. On his fourth drink, my friend shifted his chair to the front edge of the table. He was blocking my view to the center stage.
Nevertheless, I had a better view of Mansi than enjoying the gala night. My friend called the waiter, handed him 500 rupees and wrote something on the paper. The waiter handed that paper to the singer. I was wondering what he’s up to now. I was hoping he would create a nuisance after some time.
I want to cherish my moments with Mansi. I want to watch her till I’m satisfied. Her looks were making me mad that night. Her eyelashes were blinking while looking at me. I was nervous about what my friend had written on the paper.
The singer said, “There’s a request for a song from one of our guests.” The next moment singer started singing the song. As the song played, all the guests applauded the singer and thanked my friend for his request. It was the alcoholic ambiance that created a friendly atmosphere.
The song that the singer was singing was “Hosh waalo ko khabar kya, bekhudi kya cheez hai.” A very famous ghazal. As the song was commencing, my friend was into his world and was least bothered with whom he had come with.
We didn’t pay much attention and let him enjoy the way he wanted. We both were laughing at him. As the song commenced more intense, our eyes cached on one of the lines. “Hum labho se keh na paye, unse haal e dil kabhi.” This line created a spark in our eyes.
We felt like teenage lovers who did not care who was watching and where we were. The song and her looks were making me fall for her. I shifted my chair beside Mansi.
I was holding Mansi’s hand now and showing affection for her. We both were least interested in whether my friend would catch us in the cozy moment. Mansi was already bold, but now even I was.
Simultaneously my hand went down to her thighs. Damn! The silky dress gave me the feeling of rubbing butter on the bread. Her thighs were soft and smooth. I was enjoying the heat that was creating. I was about to push my hand further into her pussy.
Mansi came to her senses and stopped me. Mansi’s breathing had already increased. All the guests had a musical experience, and we both had an erotic experience. Mansi was feeling the love and affection from me that was lacking in her life. I whispered in her ears.
Me: Till now, you’ve always been in your driving seat. Made me do whatever you wanted to. You succeeded in making me yours. It’s time for me to repay you.
Mansi: (Mansi patted my shoulders) Nalayak. You made me wait for this. But you can screw me the way you want.
Me: I’ll bang you tonight to the core. You are looking damn sexy in this dress. Your makeover has created havoc in my jeans.
Mansi: I hope you liked it. This makeover was to impress you. But to bang me, you must take care of your friend first.
After her words, I hugged her sideways while she kept her head on my shoulders, unknowing where we were. After one more song, the night ended. We commenced having dinner. My friend, as usual, was way too high and could not even stand.
I didn’t notice in the interval of my romance with Mansi, nor did she. We made him sit. I fed him rice while he was in his senses. As usual, he was acting like a small child, and I was trying to be his father.
Mansi smiled at me and said, “This is what I like about you. The care you show for him all the time. This makes me go crazy for you more.” I blushed and asked her to have her dinner too. She said she’ll wait for me. We had our dinner and left the lounge.
I knew it was a waste asking my friend to drop him at his house or not. Rather I told Mansi to stay at my place tonight. Mansi readily agreed as she knew what was waiting in the closet. She was urging for the same as me. We were already in the heat of the moment at the lounge. Waiting for the chance, and it clicked.
After a quick 10 minutes drive, we reached my place. I was holding my friend from one side and Mansi from the other. We took him to my flat and placed him in my second room. I latched the door from outside.
When I closed the door, Mansi pounced on me like a hungry tigress and hung over me. Mansi went all crazy over me. I was giving support by holding her ass and uplifting it higher. I loved the way she showed her passion for me. Kisses and smooches all over my face.
The red lipstick was throwing an aroma over my lips. Mansi was a wicked beauty that night. Mesmerized with the kinky game of love and seduction.
That’s it for now. In the next part, I will post about the wild night I explored with Mansi with loud moans, abuse and erotic sex tales. Wild sex will be revealed. Till then, keep supporting and appreciating my stories. Keep writing to [email protected].
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