My Wife’s Friend – Sex Stories

My Wife’s Friend – Sex Stories

My wife Anjali’s twenty-second birthday was comming up, and I wanted to suprise her somehow. Having been married only a short time, I wanted her to really remember her first birthday as my wife, and I thought long and hard about what to give her. Anjali’s figure was petite and slim, even though she stood 5’2″ tall. She had a lean, trim figure (34b-23-34) and she looked very good in anything that showed off her body. Although she is from a conservative north Indian bramhin background, she is very highly sexed.

I thought of giving her frilly nighties , but she preferred one of my old t-shirts for a nightgown over anything ‘sexy’. I took a plunge and called her girlfriend Sheena for advice. Anjali and Sheena were best friends and, on occasion, lovers. Anjali admitted openly that she was bisexual, and Sheena her favorite female lover. Shhena is a Kerala girl who has been Anjali’s friend since school. I figured that Sheena would be able to help me think of something special, and I certainly wasn’t disappointed. Sheena and I talked about all sorts of fun ideas, laughing and suggesting more and more outrageous ideas. Sheena suddenly went quiet on her end of the phone, then said I should stop by tonight on the way home from work…she had a terrific idea. “Umm. I have to work out some details.” Was all I could get from her. I left work and drove over to Sheena’s apartment, wondering what her little devious mind had planned. When I finally entered her apartment she was wearing denim shorts and a t-shirt. Obviously no bra. Of course, I did get VERY turned on, watching her prance about with her dark boobs bouncing inside the t-shirt. I had a tremendous hard-on which I didn’t try to hide (why insult her?). She told me her real “special” idea. I left Sheena’s, smug with the knowledge that Anjali would both appreciate and remember this birthday for a long time. We had all the details planned, and I would have to set things up at my end. Two weeks later, I took Anjali out for a birthday dinner, then we went to a movie she’d been wanting to see. We were both dressed up for a night on the town. After the show, we stopped and had some ice cream and headed home. We entered the house, and I saw the signal that Sheena and I pre-arranged (a small figurine turned around). I took Anjali to the bedroom, whispering to her how much I loved her and how I wanted to savage her body all night long. She turned and kissed me, long and deep, her hips rubbing against the growing bulge in my slacks. I undressed her while she undressed me and we laid on the bed, my face between her legs while she relaxed and enjoyed my tounge. After a bit, she rolled over and stuck her behind up and begged me to fuck her long and hard. She rode me for several minutes, with my fingers rubbing her clit, getting her deeper into her carnal mood. She was nearly ready to orgasm, when I stopped, leaning over her. “Would you like your ‘best’ present of all?” I asked. “Yessss.” She replied, thinking I was about to come. “Give it to me now!” I pulled out and rolled her over, telling her to spread herself wide open, and she complied quickly. I pulled out a soft cloth, telling her that she couldn’t peek, starting to blindfold her. She resisted, not wanting to be blindfolded, and I leaned over and sucked one of her nipples gently for a moment. “Are you sure?” I asked. “No blindfold, no present!” She gave in and I tied the soft cloth over her eyes, and quickly moved over to tie her hands with more soft cloth ribbons, telling her that she was going to be able to pull free if she wanted, but that she wouldn’t get her present if she did. Each time she resisted, I placed a kiss or nip on her bush, or her labia, and asked her if she wanted to stop. I’m such a cruel person! Finally blindfolded and restrained hand and foot, I lit some small scented candles and returned to her on the bed. I caressed her all over, my lips touching and repeating the arm kisses and teasing her. I ran my cock over her nipples, moistening them with the pre-cum that had formed, and making them slick and shiny. She moved and twisted against her mild restraints, her body responding, her mind floating in a sexual lust for more. “Let me get your present.” I said, kissing her lips and neck softly. I slipped off the bed and went to the large closet and opened the door, finding, as I expected, Anjali’s “present”. Sheena had been in the closet the whole time, watching through the decorative slots in the door. She was leaning back, naked, her hand rubbing her bush, and a deep flush between her breasts. She smiled and stepped out, her eyes shining lustily in the candlelight. I moved to the bathroom sink and brought some of my aftershave, daubing her lightly with it. This was part of our deception, making Sheena smell like me. I took her hand and led her to the bed, showing her my wife. Anjali’s creamy white skin looked even better in the dim, flickering candlelight. Her smallish breasts, with their full, dark nipples standing high, seemed to invite the lips. Sheena knelt and took my cock into her mouth, sucking me almost all the way down. Her head bobbed on my cock for a few moments, then she stood and kissed me passionately, all of this just to thank me for setting this up. I positioned Sheena at the foot of the bed, looking at Anjali’s glistening pussy. I moved up the side of the bed and told Anjali that she was about to receive her present from me, and that I hoped she liked it. “Ohhh, give it to me.” She softly moaned. “I want it. Make me cum. Choodo mujhe, please. I’m so hot…so wet.” I moved to Sheena, and indicated that she should begin. I moved to the comfortable chair nearby and sat down to watch. Sheena wasted no time in finding Anjali’s pussy. Her lips kissed the soft black hair, her tounge flicking out and finding the clit. Anjali moaned and raised her hips, her shoulders narrowing and pushing her breasts together. Sheena’s hands caressed and slid over Anjali’s lean thighs, keep- ing her nails away lest she give herself away. Sheena’s hair was tied back, again to keep the deception up. Anjali was tossing her head, moaning her pleasure when Sheena began working her way down her thighs, kissing lightly. “Ohh, Ohhh, you’ve been asking Sheena how to tease me!” she moaned. Sheena kept touching and caressing in silence. I too remained silent, sitting in my chair, stroking my hard shaft. Sheena moved around and knelt near Anjali’s side, kissing from the top of her bush, up the groove in her lean stomach to between her breasts. She ran her tounge around the large areolae of Anjali’s nipples, not touching her anywhere else. She kissed Anjali’s breasts on the sides, working her way up and then down her arms, her tounge licking the sensitive insides of her arms. Anjali’s breathing was heavy and sensual, her nipples erect and hard. I could see her pussy clearly in the candlelight, the folds of her choot swollen and glistening wetly. Sheena moved to the other side of Anjali, working her way down to tease around Anjali’s loins, her tounge outlining her bush. I stood from my chair and Sheena moved off the bed standing next to me. She kissed me lightly on the cheek, and moved to the foot of the bed, waiting for the dramatic moment. I whispered to Anjali. “Would you like me to take your blindfold off?” I asked. “Ohhhh, yessss. I want to seee youuuu.” Her voice was soft and breathy. “Keep your eyes closed for one full minute after this comes off.” I instructed. “I want you to feel first, then see.” The blindfold came off and I made sure she didn’t peek. Then I moved to Sheena and she again slid between Anjali’s thighs. “OOHhhhhhhh!” Anjali moaned, just as I sat down. “OOhh Godddd!” Sheena was licking up and down Anjali’s slit, her tounge playing over her clit quickly, but briefly. Still restrained, she lifted her head and looked down, her face registering suprise. “Wha..? SHEENA!??” She gasped. “Happy Birthday sweetheart!” We replied in unison. “Ohhh, you…Ohhh don’t stop!” She was suprised and excited at the same time she told me later, but so turned on that she wanted her orgasm no matter what we had done. Sheena’s head returned to Anjali’s creamy thighs, her tounge sliding up and down between the swollen lips, licking her cream and tounging the pretty erect clit. Anjali moaned and pulled against her restraints, her hips starting their rocking motions. Sheena slipped her fingers inside, moving them in and out making small wet noises. Anjali was on the edge, her breathing very rapid and loud. “Yesss. Ohhh, yes!” She panted. “Ohhh mmmmm, yes! yes!” I watched as Sheena brought her knees up under her, seeing her pussy from behind. Sheena’s pussy was wet and swollen, her excitement at Anjali’s rush ing orgasm apparent. “Ohh! Ohh! Ohhhhhh GOD! YES! Uhhhhhmmmmmmmmm!” Anjali moaned and went rigid as her orgasm washed over her. Her thighs started quivering, and her head went back, hips arching against Sheena’s tounge. Sheena didn’t stop, and her head moved down, her tounge probing Anjali’s entrance, lapping up her flowing cream. Her hands moved to the small breasts and her fingers rolled the nipples between them. Sheena’s head was moving faster and faster over Anjali’s pussy. “Oh, Oh no! Again?” Anjali was tossing her head from side to side, her hips were undulating and I could see her stomach tightening and relaxing. “Oh God! I-I’m cumming again! Oh! I’m gonna…cumm…again!” She moaned, her hips rocking hard against Sheena’s probing tounge. Anjali wasn’t normally mutli-orgasmic, and her second orgasm hit her like the first, washing over her and making her rigid, her face flushed. Sheena kept up a frantic pace, her mouth locked over the swollen and engorged clit. “Ahhh GOD! I’m Cummmmminnng!” Anjali moaned, the third orgasm hitting her, making her legs pull against her mild bonds. Anjali thrashed about, tossing her head and bucking her hips hard. Sheena relented and sat up, moving up Anjali’s body with slow, tender kisses. Her lips encircled a nipple and tugged gently on it for several long moments. The looked at each other, Anjali smiling at her closest friend. “Thank you.” She said to Sheena quietly. “Ohhh, thank you!” Sheena smiled, running her hand over Anjali’s smooth damp skin. I could see Sheena’s pussy shining in the candlelight, see her swollen lips outlined against Anjali’s creamy white skin. “Your face is all wet.” Anjali smiled at Sheena. “Yes,” Sheena replied, “with your delicous come!” “Kiss me!” They kissed, tounges probing each other’s mouths. Sheena’s hand squeezed a breast, kneading it softly. I watched, no longer stroking myself, to do so would only make me orgasm too, and I wanted to save it for later tonight. Sheena reached up and unfastened Anjali’s arms, asking her to lay back. “I want you to suck me !” Sheena whispered. “I want your tounge inside me, licking my pussy!” “Turn around.” Anjali said quietly. Sheena faced me, and Anjali’s feet, lowering her pussy over Anjali’s face for her turn. “Ohh baby!” Anjali exclaimed. “You dripping wet! Your dripping on me!” Sheena laid down against Anjali’s stomach, her dark skin even darker when next to Anjali’s fair skin. She closed her eyes and moaned as Anjali’s tounge licked her dripping pussy. It only took about a minute before Sheena was moaning loudly, sitting up to grab her tits tightly in her hands. She gasped several times, and Anjali’s hands pulled her hips down, locking them on her mouth. “Yes! Oh Yes! Make me cum! Make me cummmm!” Sheena hissed. Sheena was multi-orgasmic, and she came quickly, rocking her hips against Anjali’s mouth. Her body shuddered and she groaned loudly. Anjali didn’t stop either, and Sheena quickly came again. Then again. And again. When Sheena collapsed on her side next to Anjali, my wife sat up and I saw her smiling at me, her face glistening wetly with Sheena’s come. She slid down and untied her feet, and came over to me. Anjali sat in my lap, her hand guiding my cock inside her drenched slit, and kissed me roughly. She tasted like Sheena’s pussy, and she twisted her head around to spread the creamy wetness on my face as well as hers. I could feel her cunt squeezing and grabbing at my cock, like my hands were doing to her tits. I throbbed inside her, flexing my cock hard, pushing myself deep into her. Several seconds later, she leaned back, moaning and I reached down and rubbed her clit. She shuddered and gasped, her legs closing around my hand. She went limp then and leaned against me. “Hey Bhagwan!” She said moments later. “I’m so hot! I came so quick with your cock inside me.” She kissed me again, tenderly, and stood up, pulling me to the bed with her. Sheena had watched, fingering her pussy. “I loved that” Sheena said, “Watching you two is my fantasy.” “Well since it’s MY birthday,” Anjali laughed, “I ought to be able to get MY fantasy acted out too, shouldn’t I?” She moved Sheena up onto her knees, and began running her hands all over her dark, tanned body, cupping her breasts, and kissing her back. Anjali moved down and spread Sheena’s ass open, her fingers pulling her labia wide. “MmmM!” She cooed, “She’s soo wet and horny. Mere samney is raand ko choodoo. That’s my fantasy. Tumhara lund iski choot mein daalo. I want to watch you fuck her, cum inside her wet cunt for me.” I almost came on the bed! I was so horny I was afraid I’d come when Anjali had sat on my cock. Now she was commanding me to move up and fuck her best friend! I moved up and positioned myself behind Sheena. Anjali had me stop, the head of my cock against Sheena’s opening, her fingers still holding her choot wide open. Anjali gently laid Sheena’s labia against the head of my cock, rubbing them over it and making it slick. “I bet that feels soooo good!” She said softly. “Her warm, wet pussy lips on your cock!” “Ohhh baby!” I replied. “I’ll cum now if you keep that up!” She laughed and reached down, wrapping her hand around my shaft. Slowly she pulled me forward, pushing me into her friend. “Nice, warrmm, wet pussy. She’s wet for you.” Anjali teased. She was obviously enjoying teasing us both as payment for her own teasing earlier. Her hand moved me about halfway in and she let go, then pushing my ass hard, forcing my cock deep into Sheena. We both moaned together. “Now fuck her!” Anjali commanded. “It’s ok, I want to see you fuck her pussy like you fuck mine. Shhena ki choot me tumhara lund….jaldi karo. Make her hot, wet, and fill her full of your cum!” I grabbed Sheena’s hips and started to fuck her, building the pace up, and feeling her back her ass against me in return. There was no doubt that we wanted to fuck each other, and now we were. Anjali knelt beside us, alternating between spreading Sheena’s ass for me to penetrate deeper, and reaching under to either cup a swaying breast or rubbing Sheena’s clit (and tickling my balls too). She commanded us to move faster and harder against each other, her own lust rekindled by ours. “Madarchod, joor se chodo, pump her hard!” She hissed. “Iski choot bhar do, andar tak….. Aur joor se.!” Sheena was sopping wet, and I could feel her juice running down my left thigh. Sheena reached a hand under Anjali, rubbing her pussy and clit. Anjali moaned and her eyes were filled with lust. I reached over and my fingers pinched Anjali’s right nipple, pulling on it gently at first. Sheena brought her hand to her own breast, rubbing Anjali’s cream on her tit, and reaching back for more. “Yesss, fuck me hard!” Sheena hissed. “Fill me.!” Sheena had gone beyond lustful now, becoming completely carnal. She was repeatedly rubbing Anjali’s juice on her tits, then her face, and even over Anjali’s own tits. Anjali was rubbing Sheena’s clit, bringing her fingers up and tasting her, then to my lips for me to lick Sheena’s cream. We kept going, lost in a carnal haze, feeling our bodies becoming one with each other. Anjali’s voice filled Sheena and me with the desire to come all night long with each other. “I want you to cum all over her, inside her.” Anjali hissed carnally. “I want to see you cum in her mouth like you do with me. Fill her mouth full, cum so much that it runs out and down her chin! Pump cuntMy Wife’s Friend full of your cum. Let me lick your cream from her!” Sheena suddenly pulled away from my cock, just as I felt the first twinge of impending orgasm. She turned around pushing me back to stand at the foot of the bed. Kneeling on all fours, she sucked me into her mouth and started bobbing her head on my cock. Anjali watched and Sheena placed her hand on my shaft, making her stroke me. “Oooo! I’m going to jack you off into her mouth!” Anjali hissed up to me. “I’m going to make you fill her mouth with your cum!” Sheena had one hand between Anjali’s legs, moving in and out of her pussy. Anjali had one hand on my cock, the other over Sheena’s back fucking her with her fingers. Sheena moaned and raked her teeth against my shaft, sending me over the edge. Anjali felt me start to swell in her hand and changed her pace to long hard strokes. “He’s gonna cum! He’s cumming!” I thrust into Sheena’s mouth, gushing a gallon of hot cum. I could feel her mouth fill and a warmth surround my cock. She pulled back, and Anjali kept milking my cock. Sheena pulled off and grabbed Anjali roughly, kissing her on the mouth. They kissed, their tounges tasting my cum. I moved close and finished milking the last drops of sperm onto their nipples as they kept kissing. The girls were lost in their own world, and I moved behind Anjali, slid- ing my still hard cock inside her. Sheena laid back, drawing Anjali with her, and I began to pump my wife’s pussy faster and faster. Sheena spread her legs wide, bringing them up around Anjali, and Anjali closed hers, laying between Sheena’s. Mons against mons, and I continued to pump my cock into Anjali. They were still locked in a passionate, no…carnal kiss, and I felt that I could come again, albeit several minutes away. I spread Anjali’s legs, pushing her knees almost alongside Sheena’s hips, opening both of them to my probing shaft. I pulled out and slipped into Sheena’s still dripping pussy, my stomach rubbing against Anjali’s ass and labia. I worked in and out of Sheena for a while, then moved back to Anjali. Back and forth several times, until I felt the bubbling rise of sperm inside my cock. I was inside Anjali and I moved into Sheena’s pussy, fucking her hard and fast, then back inside Anjali for barely two strokes. I felt my cum rising fast and pulled out, spewing hot sperm over both of there pussies. Spurting my come on them they both came, moaning and writhing, still kissing. I slid my spurting cock into Sheena and held still, letting her feel it shoot its juice. I pulled out and slid into Anjali, repeating it, my cock twitching and barely spurting any sperm. They were still kissing and writhing against each other when I sat back, watching. The three of us were covered with sweat and come, lost in our lusty desires. I reached down and rubbed the sperm over their pussies, feel- ing the slick wetness from our combined orgasms. They came one after the other as I rubbed their mounds, soaking my hands. Finally tired and drained, we cuddled after they each licked my hands, and I kissed each pussy, tasting my own sperm mixed with their fragrant perfumes. Cuddling with Anjali in the middle, we fondled and kissed each other for a while, drifting off to sleep. The next morning Sheena showered with us and left, kissing us both several times in several places. Anjali led me back to the bedroom where she then thanked me for the best birthday she’d ever had.

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