So, this is a long story of how we ended up here but that's irrelevant in this context. Long story short, my BFF (Shruthi) asked me to show her husband a good time for his birthday, and after a long back and forth, I agreed. About my looks, I'm pretty tall 5ft 7, brunette, brown skin (desi), an oval face, lean fit, B cups, lean legs and a round fat ass that I'm proud of.

For this evening, I wore this yellow saree, inspired by Shraddha Kapoor from the song "Show Me the Thumka". My BFF is like a doppelganger of the actress and I wanted to make an impression. I even wore a similar waist chain which is hanging close to my pierced belly button. My fit was perfect for the occasion.

So first, when he came home, he talked with my BFF who explained everything to him and left without saying a word. I have to mention that he and I are good friends ever since he married my BFF, so it was embarrassing and awkward for both of us. But then again, I was surprised when I heard from my BFF that he finds me attractive. I went to their room and sat next to him. I made sure that no matter what might happen tonight, nothing will change between us. You can say no and I'll walk away. After a moment of thinking, he held my hand, sat me down and said it was okay, and asked what we were going to do.

I asked him to change into something comfy and join me in the kitchen. He helped me in the kitchen as we bantered and made dinner together. He's a pure veg so we made some Chappathi, Channa masala and Sabji. I also made a South Indian dessert that my mom taught me. We had a candlelight dinner and it was like a proper date. He also noticed my saree and complimented me. There was so much flirting and sexual tension between us.

After our dinner, we bantered for a while and danced together to some folk songs. We tried to do the iconic dance from "Show Me the Thumka" but failed miserably. It was a fun night and I was letting myself loose. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me closer to him. We made out on his sofa for a while before he lifted me in his arms and took me to their bedroom. He then started worshipping my body with small kisses from my forehead to my belly button. He proceeded to remove my saree, petticoat and my blouse but left my bra and my waist chain on.

He took a moment to look at my body and was in awe. I'm a fitness freak so I had to show him off. I did pose for him to admire me, and he fucking loved it.

We made out again before he went down on me, and trust me, I believe my BFF when she said he was good with his tongue. He clearly understood how my body reacted and acted accordingly to make me cum. Now I want to return the favour. He was impatient as he was stripping like he has no time. I took a moment to admire his tall, hairy and skinny body as I made him lay back with me on the edge of the bed and gave him a blowjob. He wrapped his dick with a condom as he was eagerly waiting to fuck me. We started off with missionary and he didn't even last 2 minutes. In his defence, he was close to cumming anyway after me giving him head. We took a 15-minute break for him to get back to normal. We both took a smoke break. We were sharing a smoke and I was giving him a handjob till he got hard.

Then we started round 2. He insisted we do doggy style. I got on their bed with my back arched and with him behind me. But we didn't use a condom this time. I'm always on birth control so no problem, and he was fucking me. OMG, he is a great fucker. IDK what triggered him but his moans were so hot, like manly moans who was in pleasure. He was slapping my ass, caressing my boobs and kissing my back and it was sweet. I couldn't hold myself so I collapsed and we switched to the prone bone, one of my favourite position.

A few days back, I read this AMA where a girl had a fuck it list. In that list, I saw one where it says to have sex via Facetime so I did a twist. They had this wardrobe mirror which was beside the bed, so I took my phone and recorded the mirror where he was fucking me in prone bone. I then sent it as a snap to his wife with the caption,

"Your hubby fucks so good <3".

Gotta make it spicy.

After that, he started pulling my hair while fucking me. He was moaning and whispering so many words, it sent me to my climax. He was complimenting my fat ass and fit body and how much he loves it. By this time, we were sweating a lot and I came hard on his cock. He then turned me on my back and we made out more. Eventually, he put his cock inside me and we were slow fucking.

This was when things were confusing and went unhinged. Suddenly, I felt like we were not fucking, but rather making love. He did give me a heads-up ahead that he wanted passionate sex like we're lovers but it was so hot and intimate. In between his moans, he was saying how I have the perfect fit body, how amazing I look, how this is his perfect present and more. I was a bit confused, but I lost it in the moment, I reciprocated. It was no longer just rough casual sex, it was passionate. IDK how to explain this, but somehow we got the emotional connection that we're going to do it like lovers, just for this one night and not holding either of us back.

IDK how to say this, and this lowkey cringe. We started treating each other as our SO. As the slow kisses and fucking is getting to me, I locked my arms around his neck and my legs around his back and I tightly embraced him. We would break our kisses in between and share sweet words with each other. Like how I like his smile, how he likes my hair and my abs, how his face looks when he's moaning my name, to which he'll reply with "It's because of you". I would inflate his ego by saying how he is the most real man I've fucked, to which he'll say how I'm the hottest girl he will ever share a bed with. It was so cheesy, I cringe myself writing this but at the time, it was the hottest thing that came out of our mouths.

I did do a fake here by making him feel like I was close and was screaming his name and he blurts the most unexpected thing I've heard.

I'm paraphrasing here but this is what he said. A poorly translated version of our Hinglish.

"Ohh Ishika, I love you so much. I can't believe I'm fucking my wife's hottest friend. I'm the luckiest man alive who fucking the dream girl with his wife's permission. You're mine. I will fuck you all night till I can't. You're so hot, sexy, beautiful and the most kindest and passionate woman I've seen. I must have gotten the blessing of an angel to share my wife's bed with you naked. It is a blessing for me to see you open your sexy toned legs for me and I'm going to enjoy it all night. I love you, I love you, I love you."

And he did this while breathing heavily in my ear and kissing me. It was so hot and that's the nicest thing that anyone has ever said about me from a sexual partner, and he came inside me. At that moment, it felt so real I also came. Not at the same time but pretty close. By this time, we were both sweating so much, the bed was damp (Sorry, I sweat a lot during sex). We both went to the bathroom to clear our cum off each other and took a break. I had to ask him to make sure he didn't mean what he said, cause some of the words he said were divorce worthy. He assured me that my BFF is the love of his life and will always be his first priority. That brought some comfort to me.

Well, after that, we ordered some KFC and dominos to fill our stomachs after our intense lovemaking session. We hung out on the balcony naked and devouring our takeaway food and just talking about what just happened. I thought that was it but I was wrong. He wanted to go again. I was tired and asked if we can call it off for the night. He was so authoritative here that he wants his present now. I liked that about him so I obliged. He was so impatient that we didn't even go to bed. I kneeled and sucked him on the balcony itself. I gave him head till he got hard and made me bend over on the balcony rails. Even this time we didn't use a condom. We only used lube and he started fucking me from behind. It was late at night so I'm sure no one saw us but there was a thrilling moment inside me that someone might have seen us. We did it there for a few mins before I asked him to go inside.

I suggested another position where we can fuck. So we got in front of the wardrobe mirror and he fucked me from behind. I also brought my phone and recorded the mirror. Something in him woke up as his pace was faster and he started choking me, and I got that on camera. Like I did the same before, I sent it as a snap to his wife, but this time, with the caption.

"Your hubby is loving his new fucktoy".

Anyways, he got bored eventually and asked me to lie on the bed. He then got on top of me and we started doing 69. He was just a bit taller than me so it was perfect. I played with his balls and dick while he was doing what he knows best. Unfortunately, he was close so we switched positions again. This time, he made me arch my back and ate my ass. He didn't go all the way, just gently licking and playing with it. It felt so good and he was doing a good job but I was a bit uncomfortable being in that position and couldn't make myself cum.

At this point, we're losing our momentum since I'm not cumming and his dick has become soft. I was sweaty and tired but the look on his face says otherwise. I know we both can go a few more rounds, but we need something to ignite that spark, and I know just the right thing for that. I walked to their dressing table and opened one of the drawers. There was a chain inside and I wore it. Keep in mind that he's been observing me this entire time. In case you haven't figured it out, I wore my BFF's mangal sutra (It's like a wedding ring custom but for Hindus). Before anyone rails at me for going too far, she left that for a reason. I got her permission to do this.

I turned towards him with the mangal sutra that he tied with his wife, my hair tucked under my ear, my hands playing with my waist chain and my 'fuck me' eyes locked with his and posing myself as the innocent wife about to consummate her marriage with her husband. That sparked a fire in him and so did I.

He got up, grabbed me, threw me into the bed and jumped on top of me. We made out as we were helping each other get ready for the action. My left hand is exploring and caressing his back while my right is stroking his cock. The same goes for him as well. He then leaned back as I got on top of him. I tied my hair into a bun and started riding and grinding on his cock. My hands are around his neck, his hands are on my hips and his face is buried in my boobs. The room is so hot (even with AC) that the mangal sutra is being drenched in both of our sweat. Looking at him moaning to me was so hot but I wanted more.

"Hey, I want to try a position that will put me on top. Can we try that?" I asked.

"Yes, please...." he said while moaning.

I press my hands on his chest and made him lay flat on the bed. I slid my legs in between his and made him spread his legs wide for me. I untied my hair from the bun and put his cock inside me. Yes, we're doing reverse missionary. The roles have reversed and I have taken control of the situation. I held on to his legs, spread them apart and fucked him while his hands were on my hips and controlling the momentum. Seeing his body wither in pleasure during missionary is so hot, and I'm loving every moment of it. Looking back on it, I think it's an underrated position. He then pulled me closer to him as we were being intimate. The mangal sutra dangles in front of him and reminds him of the sin he's committing. Our bodies were drenched in each other's sweat as we were making love, and that's when he said this to me.

Again, I'm paraphrasing, but this is a poorly translated version of our Hinglish.

"Ishika, you dirty slut. How dare you wear that? Do you know what that means? You're my wife now. It looks better on you. I want you to keep it. I want to wife you up. The hottest girl in the world is in my bed now, fucking me to completion. You have such a hot body, I can feel it every time I touch you, feel you and make you cum. You have such a beautiful face that will make me cum every time I see you. I love you, Ishika. I'm so happy......"

He is such a sweet and intimate man. I had to ask him.

"If my face is so beautiful, why don't you cum on it?"

He nods his head in agreement. I pick up the pace and fuck him like he's mine. I lean towards him as my mangal sutra is dangling in front of him. He becomes really submissive as his hands were exploring my body. I can feel his hands feeling my abs, my shoulders, and my back muscles and ending up with a tight grip on my ass as he pulls me closer and kisses me. I can feel him coming close so I jumped down and kneeled in front of him. I put my hair in a bun to avoid his cum on my hair and stroked his cock till he gave a nice load all over my face.

In pure bliss, he says, "I'm gonna have a screenshot of this face in my head for the rest of my life."

I just smiled at him to give him a good look.

But we didn't stop there. I don't want to sound like a broken record, but we did it all night. In the kitchen, on top of the dining table, on their sofa, and even on the floor, we did it all over their apartment. We fucked and fucked till we both tapped out and went to bed, cuddling each other. I woke up early the next morning (I'm an early bird, sorry) and went to make some coffee naked. That's when I heard the doorbell. I open the door to find my BFF on the other side. I did not get a chance to clean after myself as my hair was a mess and I was still wearing her mangal sutra, which she definitely noticed. I invited her inside and made coffee for her and me. Later, her hubby woke up in a good mood, only to be surprised to find us together in the living room.

My BFF politely asked me to leave the apartment as they wanted to discuss some personal things. Not having much time, I quickly combed my hair and changed into my tee and trousers that I wore the day before, quickly got an auto and left. Halfway through my ride home, that's when it hit me. I'm still wearing her mangal sutra and haven't returned it to them. It was too awkward and embarrassing for me to go back and give it to them, so I didn't. I went to my apartment, took a long shower, jumped to my bed and reflected on what happened last night as I fell asleep.

I woke up in the evening to find a message from Shruthi. She said that they have talked about what happened and they're more happy than ever. She said that she hasn't felt a strong emotional connection with him in a while. She thanked me for everything but asked me to bring her mangal sutra back as it belongs to her, just like her husband. It's been a week since this happened and I'm on my way to their apartment to give it back to her.

I had fun writing this. Hope you guys enjoyed it.