My Husband's Friend
by
Anjali Roy
My husband was already busy with work and we hardly spent time together since he joined this new company. All he loves to do was work. Our marriage is now ten years long, yet we shared intimacy, you can say, for only the first two years. He was so romantic in those years. I mean my lips always wet, his lips always stained with my lip-colour kind of romance. He called me his little cat, because i hated the word pussy. Our romance was really beautiful for him and painful for me. I couldn't walk some days because of his aggressive love. But now? Everything is kind of vanished.
Sometimes when i am alone at home - i am mostly alone - then instead of watching tv or doing anything i like to sit near the window and watch people going to work, ladies, picking up their children from bus stand, hawkers selling fruits. if it rains I like to watch it for hours. I am a very extrovert woman. I like to chat a lot. I mean A LOT. But nowadays i don't fel like chatting much. I don't know what had happened to me, but there is something changed. May be I was craving a human touch.
Yes, I do have kids. Kid, actually. Only a son. He is 7 years old. Goes to school, but i don't have to pick him up. Actually i don't like to go and pick him. The eyes of fathers who are there for their children make me uncomfortable. God has blessed me with siren like figure, and i am proud of that, I am not slim nor healthy. I have all the good proportions that an average Indian guy like. I don't workout, just house chores. So, i was telling you ni don't like to go to pick my son, as the fathers make me uncomfortable. Their eyes mostly lay upon my bosoms, Yes they are huge, i try to hide them behind my chunri, or saree but the shape of it i cannot hide. I told about this to my husband once, but he ignored.
It's really difficult for woman for woman like me, whose figure is so juicy that men cannot hold their feelings for it. I can understand they are men and they are ought to feel this way but sometimes they have to understand women's consent is also really matters. Sometimes I also feel like hugging a stranger in the crowd who to me looks so handsome and drooling, i mean i shouldn't think about other men like that because I am married but i cannot control myself if i liked a man, how come i control my mind. So, I try to vent out my feelings by seducing my husband the same night thinking about that stranger but most of the night his thing refuses to harden no matter how much i touch it, press it, take it in my mouth. It is as limp as dead snake. Some days if I am successful to make it hard, the sex is really awful. He jumps on me, kisses me, halfheartedly, and then enters into me, i get excited and before i could even feel something i feel his hot juice filling my inside. He comes within a minute or two.
I am living with it. I am trying to. I cook, post recipes on instagram, youtube and other m mediums to keep me engaged but there are times when i have nothing much to do. I sit alone. And sitting alone means all these horny thoughts. I get up, i scrub floor, scrub kitcthen counter, wash clothes, and after a while these tricks won't work either.
One day, at the vegetable market, a man brushed past me. I felt something hard touching my ass. I turned and saw him looking at me in a suggestive way. I moved out from there. I never felt such awkwardness ever in my life. I went home, and had a shower. I scrubbed myself in disgust. It was a really awful feeling. When husband came back from work i thought of informing him about this, but he wouldn't listen. He would have said, it is all my imagination. So, i kept this secret to myself. But I should have said him that day, because hiding secret in my heart, suppressing it, made it more powerful. It simmered, cooked slowly subconsciously. The idea of a stranger touching me transformed itself from being disgusting to satisfactory. I mean i felt like someone outside my home actually admired me, actually thought of making a move to touch me. Knowing very well it could land him in thrustful situation. Still, that man, that person decided to touch me. This idea kept on bubbling in my heart. Slowly steadily this single incident helped me release myself for most of the nights. I used to lay down in my bed, lifting my saree i used two to three fingers to rub my hole thinking about that man's sexual gaze that lay upon me, i used to think all the things he would do to me if i have given him any chance. Within minutes my breathing swelled and after many rubbings and fingerings i felt relaxed as i could feel hote water on my finger that would also wet my thighs. It was so much better than spending stressful sex session with my husband. After a while i kept myself from seducing my husband. Some days he would ask for my favour but doesn't matter as it would only take him two to three minutes to fin ish it.
I lost interest in my husband. No longer did i crave his dick.
One fine day, i was watching a tv series, there was scene where the main character, a woman, was having trying to have an extra marital affair with a stranger via a dating app. The thing clicked in my mind, but creating a dating app was really dangerous for me as it could land me in trouble. But the idea of having an affair was something that made my thighs wet. This idea kindled in my mind but if not dating app then where? I couldn't imagine any other way to have a man enter into my life. But i wanted some touch, real hard, painful touch.
One day out of nowhere, when i was really tired, my husband came home with his new colleague. Manish Panigrahi. It was a really stressful day for me as I was cleaning home, dusting, as diwali nearing. After a whole day of working cooking dinner was the last thing i would do, but as the guest is already home, i was obliged to make him comfortable.
Manish Singh, unlike my husband, was tall, may be around 6,1 or 6,2. Looking at him i was clear enough he really loved gymming. His tight shirt was showing the shape of his biceps. At that time i couldn't care much, because he was my husband's friend and i really didn't want to give him any kind of signals that would make my husband uncomfortable, but there is a woman inside me that would admire a hot man no matter what. So I stood near the kitchen door after serving them food. I watched how god like vibe he had. His long face, with beard, his silky hair, the shape of his perfect body, i was drooling. He wasn't looking at me but i felt a kind of connection with him. It Was so silly to think like that when the other person don't even look at you. After dinner he left our house. You are right, he didn't look at me much. Why should he. I was hungry for sex, not he. Not after having that hot body. Many girls would spread their legs in a moment for him, i was sure he had many girlfriends and certainly not a day passed without him having sex with them. No one in the world would have been as thirsty as me.
Anyway, that night and coming many nights my focus shifted from that stranger in the market to Manish Singh. I would force myself into me really fast imitating how Manish would have sex with me with his perfect gym body. It was evident that he is strong and reliable on bed. two hours minimum it would take for him to release his cum, that what was i needed in my life. But sadly it was only in my dream i could have him. I wanted to ask my husband to call Manish again for dinner but i feared if he doubted my loyality. So, it was best for me to fuck him in my dreams only.
But as god said, there is fate and whatever going to happen is written already in heavens. After two months, my husband declared he had to go Dubai for six months as he has joined a new project and he is the head of this project. The news didn't make him any happy or sad. I was indifferent. But, it was time for my happiness to begin.
As i said I was indifferent about the news, but soon that changed. One evening my husband came home with his friend. yes, Manish. the amount of comfort my eyes felt looking at his sexy self. I prepared dinner, i served. After Manish left for his home, my husband called me to living room and asked me to sit on sofa near him.
I sat.
"Are you comfortable with the idea of me going Dubai?" he asked
"Of course, I totally understand your situation. You shouldn't stay here only because i will be alone here, do not think about me."
He was happy about my answer. When i was going back to my room, my husband asked me to stop and informed me, in his absence Manish will be there to help, if I need something. My husband said, Manish insisted he will help me in his absence. He asked for me permission if Manish should help me or not. I didn't say much. I was so awestruck by the situation, I wanted to say yes, but didn;'t want to let him guess my excitement so i said,
"It's ok, i would call him if i need something."
My husband smiled and asked me to go to sleep.
Manish asked my husband if he would help me or not. Isn't it weird how he never looks at me when home, but asked my husband this. That means he also cares for me. What kind of care is it? Is it the same kind the stranger at the market showed or it is just the care any normal human would show toward other human. Don't know, i can't say, but the idea of Manish thinking about me was enough for me to use my fingers. I came thrice that night.
Next day was so refreshing for me. I have a new hope from life. Finally i will able to talk to Manish. Of course after my husband leaves for Dubai. Soon after a week, my husband left. He stored ration for a month in advance. He checked everything. He was not sure if leaving me alone is a good idea or not but somewhere in my heart i wanted to be left alone for once. I wanted to enjoy life. I wanted Manish.
After my husband left for Dubai, I always waited for Manish to come home, but he didn't;t for at least two weeks, then all of a sudden one after a knock on my door woke me up from my afternoon nap. I ran toward the door, adjusting my saree.
I opened the door and it was Manish Singh standing outside. White shirt, denim and black shades over eyes. He was looking like a sex god. Oh i cannot explain how i felt at that moment. Not sexual but really wanted to hug him as an show of admiration.But obviously I couldn't. I realised his eyes were below my neck, i checked my saree slipped from my breast and the cleavage was showing. It must be so awkward for him.
"I was going to shopping, mam. If you need something, you can tell me."
Yes, i need you, your hard dick, i wanted to say, but all I could say is, "No, actually, i already have everything at home. but thank you for thinking about me."
"I do think about you, it';s my duty." He said.
