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He was a perfect match. Handsome, stylish, fit and charming. He had a great female following in the work place. Rumor was that he was going around with Mrs Mathur, who was our account executive. She was a married lady in her mid 20s. Her husband was a software professional working in US. She was elegant, smart and a successful lady at work.I kept observing him and over a period of time, I was convinced that he would be the perfect guy capable of seducing my beautiful yet conservative wife, take her to bed and give her the best fuck in the town. My wife came from middle class background. She did her MBA and was working as a team leader in a call center. She has a slim build but was plump at the right places- her bosom and butts. She could make a perfect model for Vimal Sarees or Surf ads as an pleasant, attractive, healthy housewife. I tried to strike a conversation with him when ever and where ever possible, in the lobby, lift, cafeteria, sports etc. My efforts paid off, and he became more or less a friend who would drop in at my cabin even for casual chats. One day I took him over to a bar for drinks. We kept talking about work, personal life, hobbies, aspirations etc. I lead the conversation towards his bachelor hood, and if he had any plans for getting married in the short run. He smiled and said, he likes the freedom and attention that comes with being single. I smiled smugly saying, yea he does get lot of attention from Mrs. Mathur for sure. He chuckled and said, it’s not gentlemanly to talk about a respectable women over the drinks. I smiled and asked was it ok to talk about her during the dinner. He knew I was interested in knowing and admitted he was humping her. And told me that if I had hots for Mrs Mathur, then he does not mind helping me out to screw her. I leaned back and told him, I needed a bigger favor from him. He looked me with a question mark on his face. I knew this was the moment, breathed hard and leaned forward. Softly, clearly and with a poker face told him “can you seduce my wife and lay her on bed”. At first it did not sink in, but within few microseconds, I could see him swallow hard. But he recovered faster then I anticipated. Are you swinger couple? I could make out that he was quickly making his calculations and trying to fix the jigsaw puzzle.I said no. In fact my wife is ignorant of my desire to see her laid by a stranger. I quickly added I am not a gay either. He shook his head in disbelief. He took out a cigarette and lit it.
I knew he was numb with confusion. I explained, “look its been my desire to see my wife with another man. I want to see the pleasure on her face, the lust, the wild side of her. I fantasized her being made love by all possible men that had the best chance to lay her. I imagined her going on a bike with her ex boy friend ( if any existed) , peeked by her cousin, made love by her ex boss, raped by a stranger, made a slave by her brother in law etc etc. In my mind I had wished and seen her nude with every man I literally found handsome or macho. By now he was sure of my desire and my intention to make it real. But gentleman he was, he put on his last resistance saying. “I respect you a lot, and we have been good friends, and although the idea is exciting for you, look at the down side of it, the risk, the social issues around the whole thing”.I knew what I had to do. I just took out my I-pod and showed him the snaps of my wife which we took on the last holiday trip we went for. At first he looked casually at them, just to please me, but after 3 or 4 snaps, I could see his eyes widen and more focused on the pictures. With each picture he was watching more attentively, and with each picture I took more time to change the snap. Which ever picture he seemed to like I paused for more time, as if explaining where we took the picture, the context etc. I let her beauty, her meaty flesh, her tight breasts, her deep navel, her curvy
Waist, her wide hips, her smooth arms, her long legs, her beautiful feet, her sweet smile, her soft lips, her shining eyes, sink into his head, stay in his memories, tingle his senses and titillate his Jhonny. Yes it worked, I could see him adjusting to sit comfortable due to the growing size of his dick. At times, I could see him missing his breath. At times he almost forgot I was there with him. He was just engrossed in seeing her pictures.There was one picture, where I was hugging my wife from behind. She was in a black sari, with mirror work here and there, semi transparent, and short sleeves. And the pallu folded making her look in figure resembling %. Pallu in between, her round tight breasts on either side, with nipple tips as if poking out of her choli. Pallu was not covering sufficiently her navel, thus exposing her wide lemonish navel, with her waist making arcs on either side, and cute soft belly button right in the middle balancing everything and quite visible. As I was hugging her tight from behind, her breasts were squeezed under my arms, she was all shy and smiling as a stranger was taking that picture. I could remember even the fragrance from her body, her soft silky hair blowing with the wind and tickling my cheeks. He told me that we were looking made for each in that picture. But I knew for sure he was imagining himself in my place, and getting hard between his legs thinking what a perfect bitch she was to have sex with. If my wife were to be there at that point of time, I was sure he would jump on her and screw her right there and would cum a truck load. The long and short of it was, by the time we paid the bill and stepped out of the bar, we both were fantasizing about my wife. He was imagining having sex with a beautiful, sexy, meaty married lady, with the help and support of her husband. He was eager to have all my wives naked treasures totally in his control. And I was imagining him fucking her wild in the car, on the terrace, in garden at night, under the shower, inside the garage, on the steps, over the dining table, …..
I could even hear the vessels on the dining table drop and make a clanking sound as she was opening her thighs wide and inviting his arose dick glistening with pre cum…I was imagining…My wife was bending over the balcony looking at the night city, he was fucking her from behind lifting her nightie up her beautiful, big, spongy bums People walking on the streets can only see a beautiful face looking down from the dark but unaware that she was being thumped by a guy in her ass……I can see her gasping, he hear him grunting…I was imagining …He was leaning on to the car hood in the parking lot at night and she was kneeling in front of him and sucking his dick and I was watching over to make sure no body catches them by surprise. I could see his half closed eyes in ecstasy as my wife was delicately using her soft, cute round lips to kiss and smooch him. Run her long wet tongue over his balls, base of his cock and tip of dick. I could even hear the slurping, gulping sound as she wildly sucks and deep throats his cock…..Guys, gals, couples enough for the day. A story should be like a mini skirt, short enough to show young girls milky sexy thunder thighs, but long enough to hide the beauty between her legs. I kept it long enough to arouse the interest, but short to enough to keep you getting back here for more…If you liked the story so far, drop in your comments. What part you liked, your suggestions, so that when I start to resume the continuation I would know I am on the right track and you guys wanted more…Alternatively you can send me email at , sharing your experiences, or thoughts or requests for more ideas into this story, or stories with different ideas.
One of my fantasies is fucking a women in front of her husband or with the help of her husband. I have many other fantasies… watch out my stories to learn about me….
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