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Ours was an arranged marriage.. we’ve been married for 10 years now and I still catch myself thinking how damn lucky I am. My wife is completely out of my league.. dusky skin that glows under any light, thick curly hair that always looks a little wild, and a thick, curvy body that somehow looks slutty even when she’s not trying. She’s the kind of woman who turns heads without even realising it.
Our personalities fit together perfectly. I’m the classic introvert.. quiet, more comfortable behind the scenes, all about work and routine. She’s the total opposite: extroverted, bubbly, energetic, the kind of person who can strike up a conversation with anyone and make them feel instantly comfortable. She lights up any room she walks into.
This Saturday night started completely unplanned. Our son was away at his grandparents’ place and my colleague’s wife was out of station. He texted around 7 asking if he could swing by for a few drinks since he was bored at home alone. I said sure.. why not? He showed up at 8 with a bottle of red wine, dressed casually in a simple T-shirt and joggers.
I welcomed him in. My wife had already pulled out some cold beers from the fridge for us guys and poured herself a big glass of the red wine. She was in her usual comfy home wear.. a loose tank top and shorts that hugged her curves perfectly, her thick curly hair tied up in a messy bun. She looked so effortlessly tempting.
We settled in the living room and the conversation flowed easily. Unlike me, my colleague is into a lot more than just office life.. he started talking about his latest treks in the mountains, his weekend biking trips with his gang, all the adventurous stuff he gets up to. My wife was clearly impressed. She kept asking questions, laughing at his stories, and even joked, “Next time you have to drag him along too!” I just laughed it off and said mountains and treks have never been my thing.. I’m more of a couch guy.
As the night went on the drinks kept flowing. We were all getting nicely buzzed. At some point my wife suggested we play Truth or Dare.. that silly game we used to do back in college days. We all laughed and said why not, it’ll be fun.
At first the game was light and harmless.. silly questions, funny dares, lots of laughing. But as the alcohol hit harder, things slowly started getting spicy.
When my wife picked truth for my colleague, she was in full playful mood and asked straight out, “How many times have you cheated on your wife? Come on, a man like you? Don’t tell me you haven’t.” I nearly choked on my beer. He burst out laughing and openly admitted he’d been with a few women behind her back, then winked and said the secret had to stay between us three.
After that the game completely changed.. no more filters, no more safe questions.
Later when my wife picked truth again, he asked her, “What’s your most ideal way to have sex… or rather, the way you want to be fucked?” By now she was on her fourth glass of wine and had zero inhibitions left. She answered without hesitation: “To be manhandled rough… to be pounded like I’m some cheap whore until I can’t even stand straight afterwards.” The sexual tension in the room suddenly became thick.. and it was clearly between the two of them, not me and her.
I was on my fifth can of beer and pretty tipsy too. The dares and truths kept getting more and more raw. One dare had her sitting on his back while he did push-ups. He managed about ten before he slipped.. she tumbled down and he landed right on top of her. They were both giggling, their faces inches apart, lips almost touching.
Later she got dared to give me a lap dance. At the end of it he jokingly said, “Bet she would’ve chickened out if the dare was to give one to me instead.” Without missing a beat my wife turned to him, climbed onto his lap and gave him a slow, filthy lap dance.. grinding on him, her tank top riding up, his hands almost pulling her shorts down a couple of times while she moved.
Then came the dare where he told me to kiss her. I was so tipsy and shy that I just gave her a quick peck. He laughed and said, “Come on bro, a proper kiss.. especially after she just said she wants to be manhandled.” I tried again. He shook his head and joked, “Damn, you really need to learn a thing or two about kissing a woman who wants to be fucked like a whore.”
I laughed it off and shot back, “Yeah? Should’ve given you the dare then.”
My wife didn’t need any convincing. She slid straight onto his lap, and the next thing I knew they were kissing hard.. deep, wild, passionate.. His hands were groping her over her tank top and those tight shorts while she moaned softly into his mouth. They stayed lost in each other for a few long minutes.
I finally broke the moment by asking her to grab us another round of beers from the fridge. She got up, a little flushed, and brought the drinks back… but this time she sat right back down on his lap instead of next to me. He ran his fingers through her curly hair, kissing the side of her neck and whispering things that made her giggle.
When it was his turn for a dare, my wife didn’t hold back at all. She smirked and said, “I can feel something getting hard down there… want to free it?” She was literally sitting on his lap and could feel his cock pressing against her ass through his joggers.
He didn’t hesitate for a second. He lifted his hips, pushed his joggers and underwear down in one go, and his thick, hard cock sprang free. Then he pulled my wife right back onto his lap, her shorts now the only thing between them.
—End of Part 1—
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