My Wife and Her Hot Friend

Chapter three

Reema sat across me and Sasha took the seat next to me. The dinner was neatly arranged on the table and was inviting me to dig in, but my mind was occupied with what had just happened. My wife's friend had made a move on me. And, I have to admit, I liked it. But it's wrong! Your wife loves you, you can't do this to her. You mustn't encourage this.

Three of us began to eat in silence. I finally spoke, trying to drive Sasha's lips off my mind. 'Pasta's delicious, Reema. You are a great cook!' I faked a smile. Under the table, out of my wife's view, Sasha placed her hand between my thighs making me choke and spray cheese all over my plate. I quickly regained my composure. 'I am fine, I am fine.' Reema almost got off her seat to come over and pat the back of my head like she usually would when I choke. Panic surged through my body and blood rushed to my genitals as Sasha continued to stroke the insides of my thighs inching dangerously close to my shaft. Reema was, like before, impervious and started to talk. This time, Sasha listened in silence, taking mouthfuls of pasta and finally reached my shaft. She began to rub my erection as I shifted in my seat uncomfortably.

I wasn't hungry anymore. I liked being touched by Sasha and equally wanted her to stop. 'Anu, baby, tell me the truth!' she said, her face looking pained. My spoon was halfway to my open mouth when I froze. How did she know? Quickly, with my free arm, I pushed Sasha's arm away. 'Tell me, the pasta isn't good, is it?' Reema asked innocently. 'Oh ... no, darling, it's good. Just ... I am not very hungry.' Sasha's hand was back on me. Forcing my food down my dry throat, I began to gulp a lot of water. I soon felt full. Only when I was taking another gulp of water did my wife speak to me. 'Anu, baby, I invited Sasha to sleep here for the night. Hope you don't mind.' I choked again and sprayed water all over the table.

Water dripped down my mouth as I hastily tried to wipe it and get myself under control. I looked up at my wife who was looking back at me in surprise. But it was Sasha who spoke. 'Anurag, are you okay? Don't you like me staying over?' she asked, her gaze stern but her voice pleading.

My imagination was on fire. She would be sleeping under my roof? Probably wearing night wear? Oh god!

But I had to be polite. 'No, no problem, Sasha. I just didn't expect it, that's all.' The tension in the room subsided gradually and Reema continued to speak and Sasha wrapped her fingers around my erection. My heart was beating so fast it posed a threat of breaking free off my chest and landing on my plate. With great difficulty I managed to finish the food and left the two women to finish theirs.

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Back in the bedroom I tried to comprehend what just happened. Sasha's too straightforward. Trying to think about anything else other than Sasha, I opened my laptop and then quickly shut it. It's of no use. Sasha was too irresistible. I went into bathroom to relieve myself.

Cold water dripped down my face and I shook my head. Think straight! When I returned to the bedroom Reema was changing into her night gown. She looked at me seductively, her gorgeous eyes boring into mine quizzically. 'Baby, is everything alright?' she hugged me tight. 'Don't you like Sasha?' she looked up at me, her breasts pressed against my chest, a deep cleavage clearly visible through her dress. 'Nothing like that, darling.' I wasn't entirely truthful. I more than just liked Sasha. I wanted to undress her, cup her breasts and fuck her brains out. But I couldn't tell my wife I wanted to fuck her friend. She slipped her night gown which fell to her ankles. She rose on her toes to kiss me. But I kissed her forehead and politely brushed her away. 'Not tonight, baby.' Crestfallen, she stood there, completely naked.

She lied next to me, now back in her gown, and faced away from me. I am sorry, Reema. I couldn't tell her how I felt, what I felt. Guilt for letting her friend touch me inappropriately, guilt for kissing her, guilt for liking it all. For a long time, I stayed away, my eyes wide open, images of Sasha floating in the air; her gorgeous body, the feel of her lips on mine, the feel of her hand on my cock. I couldn't sleep.

It was difficult to sleep with images of naked Sasha splashed in front of my eyes. Her dress made it pretty easy for me to picture her naked. Her slim waist was exposed, her breasts round and big, her skin-tight jeans revealing the shape of her slim legs.

It's wrong! I shouted inside my head and thought about work. Again, no use. I don't remember closing my eyes and drifting to sleep.

Sasha's head was between my legs, my cock in her hungry mouth. Her thin lips traced the girth of my shaft and her tongue moved in circles as she swallowed the entire tip of it. She was completely naked and Reema was standing beside the bed, also naked, watching angrily at the two of us.

With a start I woke up, a bead of sweat slithering down my temple. Just a dream. It took me a whole minute to breath normally. My eyes went to the wall clock. Midnight. I felt a note of disappointment wash over me. I wish it was real. And then quickly, I slapped my face. Think straight!

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