My name is Karan. I am 26 years old and work in a private company in Gurgaon. My best friend is Sameer. We have known each other since college. Sameer got married two years ago to Riya. Riya is 25. She is fair, soft-spoken, and has a full, attractive body – heavy round breasts, slim waist, wide hips and a big, firm ass. She usually wears simple kurtis or nighties at home. Whenever I visited their flat I found it hard not to look at her.
Sameer and Riya live in a 2BHK society flat. I used to go there often for dinner or to watch cricket. Sameer trusted me completely. Riya also became comfortable around me. She would sit and talk freely, sometimes in her nightie after a shower. I started noticing the way her clothes clung to her body and the way she sometimes looked at me when Sameer was in the kitchen or on a call.
One Saturday Sameer had to go to Mumbai for an urgent office meeting. He left in the morning and said he would return only on Monday evening. He asked me to keep an eye on the flat and help Riya if she needed anything. In the evening Riya called me.
“Karan, tu free hai? Main akeli hoon aur thoda boring lag raha hai. Dinner ke liye aa ja.”
I reached their flat around 8. Riya opened the door wearing a light pink short nightie. No bra. I could clearly see the shape of her heavy breasts and the dark outline of her nipples. Her hair was open and slightly damp. She smiled and let me in.
We had dinner and then sat in the living room. The television was on but neither of us was really watching. She sat on the sofa with her legs folded. The nightie had ridden up on her thighs. I was finding it difficult to keep my eyes on her face.
“Karan, Sameer ke bina ghar sunn sa lagta hai,” she said softly.
“Haan… samajh sakta hoon,” I replied.
She moved a little closer. Her thigh touched mine. “Kabhi kabhi lagta hai koi baat karne wala bhi nahi hai.”
I looked at her. Our faces were close. I could smell her mild perfume and the natural scent of her skin after the bath. She was looking straight into my eyes. I leaned in and kissed her. She opened her mouth after a second. The kiss became deep and hungry. Her soft lips and tongue moved against mine. I put my hand on her waist and pulled her closer. Her heavy breasts pressed against my chest.
She broke the kiss and looked at me with wide eyes. “Karan… yeh galat hai. Main Sameer ki biwi hoon. Tu uska best friend hai.”
“Main jaanta hoon Riya,” I said, my voice rough. “Par main ruk nahi pa raha.”
She stared at me for a long moment. Then she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. The nightie rode up completely. She was not wearing panties. I felt the warm bare skin of her thighs and the soft heat of her pussy against the hard bulge in my jeans. My hands went under the nightie and cupped her big soft ass. She moaned into my mouth and kissed me harder.
I pulled the nightie over her head and threw it aside. Her naked body was in front of me. Full heavy breasts with dark nipples already hard. Soft stomach. Smooth pussy with a neat strip of hair. I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth. She arched her back and held my head tightly. I sucked hard, then switched to the other side while my hand slid between her legs. She was already very wet. My fingers slipped inside her easily. Hot and tight.
“Ahh… Karan… haan… aise,” she whispered, moving her hips on my hand.
I stood up with her in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed. She watched me with hungry eyes as I removed my clothes. My cock sprang out hard and thick. She reached out and wrapped her soft hand around it, stroking slowly.
“Itna mota… aur hard,” she said in a low voice.
I climbed over her. She spread her legs wide. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet slit and then pushed in slowly. She was tight. Her pussy gripped me hard as I went deeper until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my back and moaned loudly.
I started fucking her with deep strokes. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. I sucked them while pounding her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. The wet sound of our bodies filled the room.
After some time I pulled out and turned her over. She went on all fours quickly. I entered her from behind in one hard thrust. She cried out and pushed her ass back against me. I held her wide hips and started fucking her harder. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling, her pussy stretched around my cock, drove me crazy. I reached under and rubbed her clit. She came hard, her whole body shaking and her pussy clenching tightly around me.
I did not stop. I kept pounding her through the orgasm. When I felt myself close I pulled out, turned her around and pushed my cock into her mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own juices off my shaft. She went deep, gagged a little, pulled back and did it again. I held her hair and fucked her mouth until I was about to cum. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, filling her with thick hot cum.
We lay side by side breathing heavily. After a few minutes she got up, went to the bathroom and came back still naked. She sat on the edge of the bed.
“Karan… yeh sirf aaj ki baat honi chahiye. Sameer ko pata chal gaya toh…”
I pulled her down and kissed her again. “Riya, ab main normal nahi reh sakta.”
She did not argue. She climbed on top of me. My cock was already getting hard again. She stroked it until it was fully hard, then slowly sat down on it. She rode me slowly at first, her heavy breasts moving in front of my face. I held them and sucked the nipples while she moved. Then she increased the speed. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock was loud. She came again, grinding hard. I held her hips and thrust up, filling her a second time.
That night we did not sleep much. Around 1:30 am she woke me by taking my cock in her mouth. Soft, slow, deep sucking. When I was hard she climbed on top again in reverse cowgirl. I watched her big ass bounce as she rode. I slapped it lightly. She moaned louder and pushed back harder. I came inside her again.
In the morning she was in the kitchen making tea when I came out. She was wearing only my t-shirt. When she saw me she smiled shyly.
“Sameer kal shaam tak aayega,” she said.
I went behind her, pressed my body against her back and put my hands on her breasts under the t-shirt. She leaned back into me for a long moment, then gently pushed me away.
“Ab nahi Karan. Risk hai.”
But her voice was soft.
The rest of the day we could not stay away from each other. I fucked her in the kitchen against the counter, on the sofa, and once in the bathroom under the shower. She started initiating more. In the afternoon she made me sit on the chair and gave me a long slow blowjob while looking into my eyes until I flooded her mouth. She swallowed everything.
When Sameer returned on Monday evening everything looked normal. Riya spoke to him lovingly and served dinner. But when she was seeing me to the door she brushed her hand against the front of my jeans and whispered, “Jab woh tour pe ho, message karna.”
That is how it started. And that is how it continues even now. Whenever Sameer is out of town or late at office, Riya messages me. Sometimes I go to their flat. Sometimes she comes to my PG late at night. The risk makes every meeting hotter.
Last month Sameer went for a week-long training. Riya called me the same evening. I spent most of those nights at their flat. We fucked in every room. One night she made me take her on the balcony when it was late and dark. Another night she tied my hands lightly with her dupatta and rode me until she came three times before letting me fill her.
Riya is still my best friend’s wife. She still smiles and talks normally when the three of us are together. But every time she looks at me from across the room with that small secret smile, I know that the next chance we get, her tight married pussy will again be wrapped tightly around my cock.
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Sameer and Riya live in a 2BHK society flat. I used to go there often for dinner or to watch cricket. Sameer trusted me completely. Riya also became comfortable around me. She would sit and talk freely, sometimes in her nightie after a shower. I started noticing the way her clothes clung to her body and the way she sometimes looked at me when Sameer was in the kitchen or on a call.
One Saturday Sameer had to go to Mumbai for an urgent office meeting. He left in the morning and said he would return only on Monday evening. He asked me to keep an eye on the flat and help Riya if she needed anything. In the evening Riya called me.
“Karan, tu free hai? Main akeli hoon aur thoda boring lag raha hai. Dinner ke liye aa ja.”
I reached their flat around 8. Riya opened the door wearing a light pink short nightie. No bra. I could clearly see the shape of her heavy breasts and the dark outline of her nipples. Her hair was open and slightly damp. She smiled and let me in.
We had dinner and then sat in the living room. The television was on but neither of us was really watching. She sat on the sofa with her legs folded. The nightie had ridden up on her thighs. I was finding it difficult to keep my eyes on her face.
“Karan, Sameer ke bina ghar sunn sa lagta hai,” she said softly.
“Haan… samajh sakta hoon,” I replied.
She moved a little closer. Her thigh touched mine. “Kabhi kabhi lagta hai koi baat karne wala bhi nahi hai.”
I looked at her. Our faces were close. I could smell her mild perfume and the natural scent of her skin after the bath. She was looking straight into my eyes. I leaned in and kissed her. She opened her mouth after a second. The kiss became deep and hungry. Her soft lips and tongue moved against mine. I put my hand on her waist and pulled her closer. Her heavy breasts pressed against my chest.
She broke the kiss and looked at me with wide eyes. “Karan… yeh galat hai. Main Sameer ki biwi hoon. Tu uska best friend hai.”
“Main jaanta hoon Riya,” I said, my voice rough. “Par main ruk nahi pa raha.”
She stared at me for a long moment. Then she climbed onto my lap, straddling me. The nightie rode up completely. She was not wearing panties. I felt the warm bare skin of her thighs and the soft heat of her pussy against the hard bulge in my jeans. My hands went under the nightie and cupped her big soft ass. She moaned into my mouth and kissed me harder.
I pulled the nightie over her head and threw it aside. Her naked body was in front of me. Full heavy breasts with dark nipples already hard. Soft stomach. Smooth pussy with a neat strip of hair. I leaned forward and took one nipple into my mouth. She arched her back and held my head tightly. I sucked hard, then switched to the other side while my hand slid between her legs. She was already very wet. My fingers slipped inside her easily. Hot and tight.
“Ahh… Karan… haan… aise,” she whispered, moving her hips on my hand.
I stood up with her in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I laid her on the bed. She watched me with hungry eyes as I removed my clothes. My cock sprang out hard and thick. She reached out and wrapped her soft hand around it, stroking slowly.
“Itna mota… aur hard,” she said in a low voice.
I climbed over her. She spread her legs wide. I rubbed the head of my cock up and down her wet slit and then pushed in slowly. She was tight. Her pussy gripped me hard as I went deeper until I was fully inside. She dug her nails into my back and moaned loudly.
I started fucking her with deep strokes. Her heavy breasts bounced with every thrust. I sucked them while pounding her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me deeper. The wet sound of our bodies filled the room.
After some time I pulled out and turned her over. She went on all fours quickly. I entered her from behind in one hard thrust. She cried out and pushed her ass back against me. I held her wide hips and started fucking her harder. The sight of her big soft ass jiggling, her pussy stretched around my cock, drove me crazy. I reached under and rubbed her clit. She came hard, her whole body shaking and her pussy clenching tightly around me.
I did not stop. I kept pounding her through the orgasm. When I felt myself close I pulled out, turned her around and pushed my cock into her mouth. She took it greedily, sucking and licking her own juices off my shaft. She went deep, gagged a little, pulled back and did it again. I held her hair and fucked her mouth until I was about to cum. Then I pulled out and pushed back inside her pussy. I thrust deep and came hard, filling her with thick hot cum.
We lay side by side breathing heavily. After a few minutes she got up, went to the bathroom and came back still naked. She sat on the edge of the bed.
“Karan… yeh sirf aaj ki baat honi chahiye. Sameer ko pata chal gaya toh…”
I pulled her down and kissed her again. “Riya, ab main normal nahi reh sakta.”
She did not argue. She climbed on top of me. My cock was already getting hard again. She stroked it until it was fully hard, then slowly sat down on it. She rode me slowly at first, her heavy breasts moving in front of my face. I held them and sucked the nipples while she moved. Then she increased the speed. The wet sound of her pussy sliding up and down my cock was loud. She came again, grinding hard. I held her hips and thrust up, filling her a second time.
That night we did not sleep much. Around 1:30 am she woke me by taking my cock in her mouth. Soft, slow, deep sucking. When I was hard she climbed on top again in reverse cowgirl. I watched her big ass bounce as she rode. I slapped it lightly. She moaned louder and pushed back harder. I came inside her again.
In the morning she was in the kitchen making tea when I came out. She was wearing only my t-shirt. When she saw me she smiled shyly.
“Sameer kal shaam tak aayega,” she said.
I went behind her, pressed my body against her back and put my hands on her breasts under the t-shirt. She leaned back into me for a long moment, then gently pushed me away.
“Ab nahi Karan. Risk hai.”
But her voice was soft.
The rest of the day we could not stay away from each other. I fucked her in the kitchen against the counter, on the sofa, and once in the bathroom under the shower. She started initiating more. In the afternoon she made me sit on the chair and gave me a long slow blowjob while looking into my eyes until I flooded her mouth. She swallowed everything.
When Sameer returned on Monday evening everything looked normal. Riya spoke to him lovingly and served dinner. But when she was seeing me to the door she brushed her hand against the front of my jeans and whispered, “Jab woh tour pe ho, message karna.”
That is how it started. And that is how it continues even now. Whenever Sameer is out of town or late at office, Riya messages me. Sometimes I go to their flat. Sometimes she comes to my PG late at night. The risk makes every meeting hotter.
Last month Sameer went for a week-long training. Riya called me the same evening. I spent most of those nights at their flat. We fucked in every room. One night she made me take her on the balcony when it was late and dark. Another night she tied my hands lightly with her dupatta and rode me until she came three times before letting me fill her.
Riya is still my best friend’s wife. She still smiles and talks normally when the three of us are together. But every time she looks at me from across the room with that small secret smile, I know that the next chance we get, her tight married pussy will again be wrapped tightly around my cock.
If you liked this hot friend’s wife chudai story, leave a comment. Tell me what you want next – more details of a particular night or what happened when Sameer almost came home early. I will write it.