We arrived home at 11 pm. My friend asked if we could wake him up early so that he could run some preparations in the morning for his day’s meeting. Manju said sure, she would take care of it. We all took our turns in the bathroom and prepared for bed. My friend made mention of how comfortably he had slept the previous night and that the old wood big bed was quite a nice change. Manju said "but it squeaks.” My friend shot a glance at me. "I am silent sleeper!,," getting a nasty idea she blushed and smiled at him.
I went into our bedroom and Manju followed. I decided to push her on it. "Well?" She knew what I meant and her heart began racing. A twinkle in her eye had accepted. I went to her and held her hand. It was cold and damp. A confused look crossed her pretty face... It was now or never for me, so taking a deep breath I slipped my spare hand onto her payjama, racking the fabric, tracing the cleft of her trim little bottom. It was hot, pulpy and soaked.Trying to hide her condition, she tried to pull away, but I had her in a tighter grip by then. In my best ' Masterful voice,' I asked her just how badly she has agitated him, burrowing my finger hard into the crease at the back of her payjama. Holding my breath, I whispered in her ear " please pink negligee for him!."Unable to sustain any more, without a word Manju went to the closet and got it. She unbuttoned her kurta, moved it up and then I saw her slipping negligee slowly dropping it over breast and to legs. She then unfasten payjama and peeled it to floor. I could imagine that below lacy bra her nipples were fully erection now. She had complete intoxicated eyes, heavy from what I had filled in her mind... I was getting harder and harder. she was shaking slightly. Looking at her in the pink lace ready for other man, was too much for me. I reached between her legs and again felt her female heat. She would be too much for any man to resist, but I restrained myself. Her full bosoms in lace were visible like moon mounds. Little shaky and moving little away she whispered, "please! " I responded by giving her a deep wet kiss, caressing her wide sexy mounds, turning her around to face the door and giving her a gentle push and murmured huskily "give him the best.”
Manju turned the door handle with unsteady hands and went out into the hall. She crept down the lobby to the guest room door, not looking at me knocked gently on the door. It was open a jar. She let herself in and I heard the surprise in my friend’s voice. But Manju did not leave the room. I crept over to lobby and then to guest room’s closed cracky window and knelt down to listen. They were just beyond it! I heard the two of them whispering back and forth. Then...silence.
All that was audible was the rustling of bodies and whispers. I could only imagine that they were standing and kissing and slowly perhaps lace body suit was peeled off gradually. One thing would be certain from her faint sharp pained moans, " seeee....eee." ; Manju would be getting her nipples pinched by him. Soon enough, the bed squeaked in jumble as they stepped in it. Manju let out a deep sigh and before long I was listening to her moans every few minutes. I knew she was being eaten between her thighs. For the first time in my life I felt the electric mix of shock, jealousy, humiliation and, most importantly, arousal as I heard my wife's erotic faint cries. I felt almost coming. I slowed the pace of my fingers over my glistening erection and waited. After about five minutes they moved around some more and in no time I heard my friend let out an "ahhhhh." Manju must have just enveloped his manhood with her fingers, perhaps taken his penis into her mouth. I had idea of friend's massive bulge, I pictured by the bulge that he had a large mushroom head. Then I felt a shiver as I remembered something he told me that once erect he constantly leaked fluid from his slit. I was wondering if Manju was soon going to be hit with his cream or she would relish its shape as it penetrated her.
