Sloppy Seconds – a Mutual Friend

Author's Note:

Welcome to the another instalment of Sloppy Seconds. While this is third in terms of chronology, it can be read perfectly as a standalone story.

Thanks a lot to all my readers for the positive responses to this series. There were complaints about the usage of Hindi words within the prior instalments, which interrupted the understanding and thereby enjoyment for non-Hindi speaking readers. Keeping that in mind, this instalment is written purely in English.

The focus of this series is predominantly voyeurism, open marriage and of course Sloppy Seconds. While the previous instalments featured incest, this one does not. Hence the Loving Wives category.

All the characters here are above 18 years of age. Hope you enjoy this story. Let me know your feedback and constructive criticisms in the comments. Thanks!

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I loaded up my shopping cart at the local supermarket and paused to recall if we needed anything else. As I looked around the aisles, I spotted another guy few feet ahead of me. He was checking a packet of cereals and looked familiar.

"Sandy?" I called out, unsure. He looked like an old friend, Sandeep.

Sandy turned towards me, surprised. "Oh! Kabir!"

Sandeep was the husband of Ishika's friend Sanya.

Ex-husband

, I corrected myself. He and Sanya had been divorced for 6 months. I hadn't seen him since.

As he walked towards me, I noticed that he had lost quite a bit of weight. He had greying hairs at the temple and sported an unkempt beard. Gone was the muscular, clean shaven and suave look that I'd always envied and my wife admired.

We shook hands and greeted each other.

"Kabir, my man! It's been a while, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it has."

"You look good, buddy. Been working out?"

"Made some lifestyle changes," I said.

I chuckled inwardly, thinking how my marital lifestyle had changed recently, after 5 years of marriage. Six months back, on Ishika's 33rd birthday, she and her younger brother, Ansh, had become lovers. That was something Ansh and I had planned together. The brother-sister had been fucking regularly in our house ever since, with or without me. Sometimes, I just liked to watch the incestuous show. Other times, the three of us got into a threesome, which always led to my pleasure of enjoying sloppy seconds with my wife. The exquisite feeling of sinking my hard cock into her freshly fucked pussy full of her brother's cum has been a newfound delight.

Then, three months ago, Ansh had introduced us to his boss, Mr. Bedi and his wife. The Bedis are a rich, older, promiscuous couple who have an open marriage. They had invited us to swing with them. It was such a fantastic experience that Ishika and I were hooked. Since then, we had been fortunate enough to get invited few times to the Bedis' luxurious mansion for a night or a weekend of swinging. Mrs. Bedi is the quintessential mature older woman with a body to die for. Fucking her has been one of the brightest highlights of my life recently. At the same time, it's been a delight to watch Mr. Bedi fuck my wife. That hunk of a older man can really fuck a woman and Ishika had been addicted. And then of course, the sloppy seconds for me!

"How's Ishika?" Sandy asked. "Haven't seen that hottie in a while," he added, grinning.

"The hottie is still smokin' hot, thanks for asking," I said, laughing.

Back when we were newly married, Ishika and I role-played in bed. I'd pretend to be someone Ishika fancied; a friend or colleague or even a family member. It used to spice up our sex, before we were into incest or swinging.

Sanya and Sandeep were also newlyweds back then. The four of us hung out occasionally on weekends. Sandy and Ishika casually flirted with each other, in jest. She liked him as a friend but definitely had a secret crush on him. He too had the hots for her, something he had overtly hinted to me few times after a drink or two. Needless to say, I role-playing as Sandy had been one of Ishika's favourites in bed.

I'd never really found Sanya attractive, neither in appearance nor in personality. Ishika even confessed that she was never close to Sanya in school, yet somehow they had remained friends. Sandeep, on the other hand, was a handsome and charming guy. Sadly, their marriage quickly had declined because of growing incompatibility. They had stopped hanging out with us as their relationship spiralled downwards. We had lost touch with them. Last I heard, their divorce was amicable and Sanya had moved on.

Looking at Sandeep, though, he didn't look so good.

"How you doing, buddy? You alright?" I asked.

The concern must have been visible on my face.

"Yeah... I am... I am good. Life's good," he said, trying and failing to sound confident.

"You know what, you should come over for dinner tonight. Ishika would be delighted to see you."

He hesitated slightly. "It'd be good to see her again. Ok, I'll be there."

***

"What are we having for dinner tonight?" I asked Ishika.

She was at the kitchen counter, kneading dough.

"Roti and some paneer mixed vegetables."

"Can you please make enough for three people?"

"Why? Someone coming over?"

"Ran into Sandeep at the supermarket. Invited him to dinner."

Ishika's interest piqued.

"Haven't seen him in a while. How's he doing?"

"Not too good, I'd say. Looked lost and depressed. Unkempt even, can you imagine? He was always so well dressed and groomed. Tried to put on a happy face but I wasn't convinced."

"Never should've married Sanya. They weren't right for each other. Poor guy."

I nodded in agreement. "I thought dinner with us might be good for him. He asked about the hottie!"

Ishika blushed ever so slightly. "Oh, that silly old thing, what did he say?"

"That it'd be good to see you again," I said and smiled. "Remember how you guys flirted with each other?"

She grinned. "Don't forget that you encouraged me to be flirty with guys who flirt with me."

I spooned into her and kissed her exposed nape. She squirmed at the sensation.

"I was wondering," I said, running a finger across the exposed skin of her nape, "Since we've opened up our marriage, what do you think of Sandy now?"

She put the dough aside and turned to face me with a glint in her eyes. Putting her arms around me, she said, "You want me to fuck him?"

"He's single now. Your friend's out of the equation. It's your choice. I am only suggesting an option."

Ishika kissed me on the lips. "I don't know, yet. Let him come to dinner tonight, first."

The evening wore on. Ishika prepared dinner with a spark. She even prepared a dessert, Sandy's favourite custard with fruits. I knew she was excited, thinking about my proposition, though she acted cool. As dinner time drew nearer, she took a shower, put on some makeup and wore a short black t-shirt and slim-fit blue jeans which accentuated her feminine curves.

I received a text on my phone from Sandeep.

Sorry, buddy. Not feeling well. Can't make it for dinner tonight.

Ishika was slightly disappointed when I told her about the no show. She and I ate dinner.

"Why don't you drive over to Sandy's apartment with his portion of the food?" I said.

Ishika arched her eyebrows, questioningly.

I shrugged. "I have a feeling he cancelled coz he doesn't want to socialize. But that's exactly what he needs. Some loving and caring company. And... if he's really unwell, might be good to check-up on him."

"Let's go together," she suggested.

I shook my head. "Men, usually don't like to show weakness or concern. We also don't like to ask for help often, even though we may like someone to offer. I just met him earlier today. I don't want to show up at his house now. But you can be as openly loving and caring as you want and he won't mind."

Ishika rolled her eyes and muttered, "Men!"

"Look, you cooked his favourite dishes. You're already dressed up. Just drive over, hand over the food, make some casual conversation and come back. He'll definitely cheer up seeing you. I'll help you pack the food."

***

Ishika parked her car in the visitor's parking space of Sandeep's apartment building. She climbed the stairs to the first floor, rang his door bell and waited. She heard movement from inside and the door opened. Sandeep's face appeared around the half open door. Kabir had been right, Sandy was thinner and looked unkempt compared to his usual well-groomed self.

"Ishika," he said, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"I brought you dinner," she said, holding up the stack of tiffin boxes.

His eyes widened. "Oh. Please come in."

He opened the door wider and she stepped into the familiar apartment. She'd been there many times when the two couples hung out. There was an entry foyer, leading into the living room, where a sofa faced the television. The place that used to be clean, organized and decorated with plants, now looked messy. She placed the food on the coffee table in front of the sofa and noticed a half empty glass of whisky.

Sandeep looked around embarrassed and said, "Sorry about the mess. Wasn't expecting company. Please, have a seat. Can I get you a drink?"

"Just some water, please."

From his voice and demeanour, Ishika could see that Sandy was already slightly drunk. In his gym vest and shorts, he looked thinner than his usual muscular self. His hair and beard had grown out and there were dark circles under his eyes. Ishika made her way to the sofa and sat down.

He reappeared with a glass of water, which she accepted. He sat down next to her and opened the boxes. He sniffed deeply, taking in the aroma.

"Wow, looks and smells delicious. It's been a while since I've tasted your cooking."

"Then why didn't you come home? Kabir said you are unwell. Are you? Or are you simply avoiding us?"

He sighed. "Sorry about that. I uh... I wanted to come but..."

"But what? Are we not your friends?"

"To be honest, I wasn't sure what you and Kabir think of me, now that I have split from your friend."

"Sanya is my friend, but so are you. I or Kabir don't blame you for the divorce. It's none of our business. Sanya has moved on. It's high time you do too."

Sandeep nodded and relaxed visibly.

"Come now, eat," she said. "I prepared your favourite dishes only for you to ghost us. I don't want to see my efforts wasted."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, smiling and began eating.

"Umm! You're an angel!" he said, after taking the first bite.

She smiled. As he ate, she took this opportunity to tidy up the room.

"Ishika, please, you don't have to do this. I'll sort out the mess later," he said, embarrassed.

"Just eat," she said, sternly and continued. He went back to his food quietly.

Ishika bent forward to tidy up the television cabinet. She was aware of her jeans riding lower and her t-shirt lifting up. She wriggled her ass and crouched, watching Sandy's reflection on the blank TV screen. He had paused eating and was now ogling her.

She turned back and teased him. "Enjoying the view?"

He grinned sheepishly, caught red-handed. "How can a guy not admire that ass? I've always told Kabir that he's a lucky guy!"

Ishika continued tidying up the room, strategically bending forward or crouching as required, giving Sandeep tantalizing glimpses of her body. He ate in silence but she could feel his eyes on her. She sat back next to him when she was done. He finished his dinner soon.

"Let me just wash these quickly," he said, getting off the sofa with the boxes.

Ishika looked up to see him turn in profile to go to the kitchen. She gasped softly seeing that his shorts were tented out in front by a very impressive erection.

She remembered the early days of their marriage, when she and Sandy flirted with each other. It was all fun and teasing, subtle and implied but seldom overtly sexual. Ishika and Sanya used to share their sexual experiences with each other. She recalled Sanya mention on multiple occasions about Sandeep being really well endowed. Back then, Ishika only had experienced one cock, that of her husband's. Some of Sanya's wild sex stories had made her curious about what Sandy's cock looked and felt like. Seeing the impressive tent in his shorts brought back that curiosity.

Sandeep came back with the washed boxes and put them on the coffee table. He sat down next to Ishika, closer than before. Her gaze was immediately drawn back to the massive tent in his shorts. Whether Sandy was aware of his erection or too drunk to notice, she did not know. He picked up his half empty glass and resumed his drink.

"Finally had a wholesome home cooked food after a long time. Mostly surviving on eggs, bread, cereals and instant noodles. Thanks for the dinner, Ishika," he said, smiling at her. "It was delicious. And thanks again for driving down here."

"Anytime," Ishika said. "Kabir and I care about you. So, next time do show up when we invite you. Or just come visit whenever you want."

She leaned forward and gave him a short peck on his cheek. Sandy grinned sheepishly, his eyelids heavy, getting intoxicated with every sip.

"God, you're so hot and sexy!" he said. "Have I ever told you that?"

"Couple hundred times probably," she said, laughing.

"Shit! It just won't go down," he said looking down at the tent in his crotch.

"Looks uncomfortable," she said.

"Just needs some attention. Poor guy's probably tired of my rough hands but what choice does it have?"

Ishika chuckled. "We are talking about your penis," she said, wondering how big it was.

"Well I am drunk. I don't know what I am talking about."

She gently placed her hand on his thigh over his shorts, her fingers inches from his erection.

"Did I cause this?" she asked, softly.

"Would it be rude if I said yes?"

"No, I'd be flattered."

She made up her mind and took the plunge, placing her index finger on the tent. Sandeep froze while his erection lurched in his shorts. She smiled and whispered into his ear.

"If I caused this, it's only fair I take care of it."

He looked at her, eyes wide with surprise. "Are you saying...?"

She moved her finger slightly back and forth on the tent. "It's tired of your rough hands but mine are soft and smooth."

Sandeep downed the last of his drink with one large gulp and put the glass down. He lifted his butt slightly off the sofa and pulled his shorts down to his knees. Ishika's eyes widened when she saw his hard and very impressive cock, standing straight out from his body, bobbing slightly as he settled back into the sofa.

Ishika had gained some recent experience with two more cocks other than Kabir's. Her husband and her brother both had similar penises -- a bit more than 6" long and fairly wide, with slight variations in shape. Mr. Bedi's was definitely more than 8" long, which penetrated deeper into her, but was of similar girth to Kabir and Ansh.

Seeing Sandy's cock now displayed in front of her in all its glory, she marvelled at its impressive girth. It was maybe around 7" long but much much thicker all around. The top of the engorged purple head peeked out of the foreskin which was stretched tight. Clear liquid pre-cum oozed out of the slit. The magnificent girth of the shaft disappeared into a tangle of black pubic hairs.

She licked her lips at the sight of this wondrous thick penis that lay exposed and ready before her. She smiled thinking how Kabir would react when he'd hear about what she was going to do. She desperately wanted to touch Sandy's cock and wondered if her fingers would even meet around its girth.

Tentatively, her fingers reached out and touched the swollen knob, one fingertip tracing the clear fluid from the slit of his cock and spreading it all around the head. He gasped and his cock gave another lurch. She watched his face closely and saw his eyes almost close.

"Ohh!" Sandeep moaned and relaxed his head back.

She gently curled her fingers around his thick shaft, the tips of her thumb and middle finger just about touching each other. Slowly, she pulled his foreskin down, unrolling it all the way until his purple cock head was completely exposed. More pre-cum oozed freely out of the slit, flowing down the glans of his penis. She spread the fluid along the smooth underside of his shaft. Satisfied of sufficient lubrication, she began to gently stroke her palm up and down. She got into a rhythm on his shaft and Sandeep began uttering little moans with each stroke.

Her right hand maintained that steady rhythm, mainly up and down the underside, but occasionally her thumb staying under and her fingers wrapping over the topside of his shaft, pumping him.

She watched his face and listened to his breathing and knew his end was in sight. She moved her other hand and cupped his balls, gently massaging them. A sudden overpowering urge came over her. She slipped off the sofa onto her knees on the floor in between his legs. Her hands never missed a beat of the rhythm she had created. Sandeep opened his eyes at the movement and looked at her.

She had always enjoyed giving head to her lovers, be it her husband, her brother or Mr. Bedi. Now she just had to taste this magnificent specimen, but wondered if she'd be able to take it in. To start with, she stuck her tongue out and licked the underside of his glans, smiling seductively and locking eyes with Sandy who was watching her intently.

Before she could try to take Sandeep's knob into her mouth, he moaned deeply and threw his head back. She felt his cock lurch in her grip, the mighty surge leave his balls, travelling up inside his long thick shaft.

"Ohh!" Sandeep groaned as the first spurt of his creamy load shot from his cock. Ishika quickly pulled her head and tongue out of the way but wasn't quick enough. The first volley hit her on the neck and splashed down her chest. She continued her steady strokes on his cock as a second burst shot forward, flying across the room. She watched his cock dreamily, fascinated by the force of his powerful ejaculations. The third spurt landed on the coffee table. She stayed with his cock as the subsequent spurts fell on the floor near the sofa.

Ishika slowed her hands and now stroked gently and slowly as the spurts dwindled. Finally the last drops of cum oozed out of the top of his deflating cock. Her gaze lifted up to Sandeep's face, a mask of pleasure written across it with his eyes shut and his lips slightly apart, still gasping out the last strains of his pleasure. She withdrew her hand when his cock had slackened down to a flaccid but still impressive state. She knew she had to have it inside her someday, preferably sooner.

Ishika stood up, looking around to see if she could find tissues to wipe the mess. She eventually found some in the kitchen and wiped away the cum from her hands and t-shirt. When she came back to the living room with more tissues, Sandeep was gently snoring on the sofa. He was still seated in the same position with his shorts down to his knees. She smiled and wiped off the cum from the coffee table and the floor, surprised to find some that had landed all the way near the TV cabinet. She used more tissues to clean him up as he slept.

Satisfied, she picked up the tiffin boxes and left the house, closing the door behind her.

***

I paused the soundtrack and put my headphones down as Ishika entered the apartment. It was 11:30 in the night and I'd been eagerly awaiting her return.

"Hey! Everything alright? Did he eat?" I asked, following her into the kitchen.

"Yup," she said, putting the empty tiffin boxes in the kitchen sink. "Said it was delicious."

"Was he actually unwell?"

"No, just being a drama queen, avoiding socialization," she said, taking off her t-shirt and putting it in the laundry bin.

I nodded. "Thought so."

I watched her take off the rest of her clothes and put them in the laundry bin. Completely naked, she pressed herself to me and pulled me into a passionate kiss. Her tongue pushed into my mouth and played with mine. I could feel she was horny. I pulled her tighter to me, roamed my hands over her back and squeezed her ass cheeks.