A little bit of background. Kiran and Pranay were friends from as far back as they could remember. They had grown up together, going to the same school, same college and finally found job in the same city. They were roommates and best friends. Kiran was the natural leader with his natural flair to be the life of any party or conversation. Pranay was the quiet one. More often than not, he followed Kiran’s lead. Pranay was also the studious one. All through school and college he had the responsibility of getting Kiran through, by hook or by crook. Kiran always found himself working harder to prove he was as good as Pranay, which usually took the form of him tom-tomming his achievements more than they deserved. Sheetal is Kiran’s new wife. Even after marriage, Kiran would not hear of Pranay moving out of their two-bedroom apartment. So we meet our three friends with Kiran and Sheetal having just returned from their honeymoon.
It was Sunday night, Kiran and Pranay were on their couch, facing the television.
“I tell you dude, she is hot. Hot doesn’t even begin to explain it.”
“You are aware that you are talking about your wife, aren’t you?” Pranay asked.
“C’mon, it’s just you and me. It isn’t like I am screaming it off the rooftops.”
Pranay resigned himself to listening to the wonders of his friend’s wife.
“She is like the clay and I am the potter. She doesn’t know a thing about sex, but she wants to please and will do anything to please me.”
Pranay smiled noncommittally as he lit up a cigarette.
“She blew me, do you know?”
“You are shitting me”, Pranay responded.
“Not only that I cum in her mouth. She even swallows.”
“Fuck off. No way.”
Pranay was going ask more, but Sheetal joined them after finishing her bath. She was wearing a cotton nightdress, and her wet hair hung down in thick locks. She smiled shyly at Pranay and asked to no one in particular whether someone would like coffee as she moved to the open kitchen. Pranay found himself looking at her as a woman rather than his friend’s wife. He cursed Kiran for his tendency to show-off.
Kiran got off the couch and went into the kitchen. He went up behind her, put his arms around her waist and kissed her on her neck.
“Kiran!”, she whispered.
“It’s only Pranay”, Pranay heard Kiran whisper back.
“Please….”, she tried pushing him away.
Kiran gave up and took a step away. Then he asked her, “Why aren’t you in a saree?”
“Not at home”, she told him.
“I told you I don’t like you in night dresses”, he countered.
“Please, you are making a scene”, she told him.
“After you serve us the coffee, you go in and wear a saree, with a sleeveless blouse. Or make me unhappy. The choice is yours.”
With this Kiran left the kitchen and rejoined Pranay on the couch. His mood was decidedly worse than when he had left.
“All okay?” Pranay asked, although he had overheard most of the conversation.
“Nothing”, Kiran replied shortly and turned his attention to the game on the TV.
Sheetal brought their coffees. After she gave them their coffees, she left the room. When she returned, she was wearing a sky blue saree with a matching sleeveless blouse. The saree was almost transparent and Pranay couldn’t help but notice how deep the blouse was cut in the front, and back. The sleeves were spaghetti straps.
Kiran’s mood immediately brightened as he invited her to sit between them on the couch.
Sheetal hesitated, and Pranay moved further to the corner he was in. Her perfume filled his nostrils as she sat down. Kiran’s arm came around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him. Her discomfort was evident to Pranay, but Kiran seem oblivious to it. His palm ran up and down the length of her upper arm, pushing her pallu off, and giving Pranay a nice silhouette of her breasts and a view of her slim, sexy stomach.
After they finished their coffee, Sheetal got up to prepare their dinner, while the men continued to watch the game. Along the way, they began to drink. As usual Kiran was the through about 4 pegs by the time Pranay finished his first one. This was yet another area where Kiran showed off his “superiority” over Pranay. Soon he was drunk enough to walk into the kitchen and grab his wife again. Sheetal tried her best to wriggle out of his grasp and finally gave up when she realized he was completely drunk.
With Pranay watching, Kiran started to kiss her neck and back. Sheetal was embarrassed and turned on at the same time. Over the last two week, her husband had taught her more about her body that all the biology classes through school and college.
“Please”, she whispered. “Wait till we are inside our room.”
But he wasn’t listening. Her pallu was off now and his hands roamed freely over her sides. Pranay was embarrassed and turned on all at the same time. He watched as his friend began to rain kisses over Sheetal’s neck and back. Then he turned her around to face him, and their lips locked in a deep kiss. Finally Sheetal pushed him away.
Laughing he returned to the living room.
“I hope you didn’t mind that little romantic interlude”, he asked Pranay.
Pranay didn’t answer him. Kiran realized that he was unhappy.
“Arre yaar, I can only be free in front of you. Would I do it in front someone else?”
Pranay concentrated on the game. Sheetal, finished her cooking and returned to the living room, where the air was thick with the tension between the friends. As soon as he saw her enter the room, Kiran grabbed her hand and took her to the bedroom. Without bothering to close the door, he threw her on the bed and pulled his shorts down.
“Please”, she pleaded, her eyes filling up with tears.
“Suck”, was all he said as he held his penis out in front of her. It was not shouted, but she knew Pranay would have heard it.
Sheetal hoped the ground would open up and swallow her and save her from this embarrassment.
Finally she came to the edge of the bed, took a hold of his penis and put it in her mouth. She sucked him slowly, letting the entire length of his shaft into her mouth before letting the whole length slipped back out. Soon his penis was slick with her saliva. She let it slip out of her mouth, and held it up. She went under his penis and with the tip of her tongue she ran circles around his balls, making them wet too.
She felt his hand on her shoulder, as he pushed her down on the bed. She fell back and folded her knees. He pushed her saree back, and she spread herself wide. Then she pushed the base of her panties aside. She was surprised at how wet she was. He got between her legs and slid his penis into her. Sensations of raw sexual pleasure coursed through her body as the length of his penis slid into her, rubbing the clit all the way.
She moaned as he sank all the way into her, and grabbed his shoulders. He began to ram her hard and mercilessly. She replied each thrust with a grunt. They fucked hard until, he became tense and she felt the warm cum drip into her womanhood. He kept pumping until he was done and then stood up. She was at the edge of her orgasm. She put her fingers where his penis had been and fingered her furiously. Her orgasm was just around the corner. But it seemed to be just out of reach and finally slipped away. She lay on the bed, spent and unsatisfied. Tears of embarrassment and frustration rolled down her cheeks.
Finally she got up and went to the toilet. She sat on the toilet and let his cum slip out of her before she washed her cunt. Then she washed her face. When she came out, he was lying on the bed, snoring. Outside, she saw that Pranay was still watching TV. The thought of having to serve his dinner filled her with dread. But there was no escaping it and she gathered up her courage before leaving the bedroom. She walked straight to the kitchen and began to serve dinner.
“Sheetal”, he said as he stood up.
She looked up at him.
“Take your food and eat it in your bedroom. I’ll serve myself. Don’t worry.”
She looked into his kind eyes and saw the understanding. Inside her, she felt the relief spread.
“Thank you”, she said.
He didn’t answer, knowing that nothing could be said.
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