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This is the story of how I seduced my best friend Varun’s wife, Gayathri.
I couldn’t attend their wedding because I got caught up with some last-minute business work abroad. So, after they returned from their honeymoon, I decided to visit them at their home.
Ever since I saw her for the first time, I knew I wanted her at any cost—even if it meant betraying my best friend.
She was wearing a red saree that day. Sweat glistened softly on her skin from the heat, making her look even more irresistible. Since it was a surprise visit, both of them were shocked to see me.
I had to make sure they didn’t notice the hard-on i had for her.
I kept reminding myself that she was my childhood friend’s wife, but every time I looked at her, my mind betrayed me. All I could think about was tearing that saree away and claiming her for myself.
I had seen her photographs and spoken to her on video calls before, but seeing her in person was completely different. No picture had ever done justice to how beautiful she truly was.
Varun was understandably upset that I had missed his wedding. I apologized and told him, “Brother, I’m here now. Let’s celebrate properly.”
At one point, he caught me staring at Gayathri and joked, “Hey, I know she’s a beauty, but she’s your sister. Don’t stare at her like that.”
I laughed it off, but I noticed Gayathri blush slightly.
I asked them about their honeymoon. Varun said it had been amazing and that they had a great time. Gayathri jokingly complained that instead of focusing on her, her husband had been more interested in food and drinks.
Even though she laughed while saying it, I sensed disappointment in her words.
That made me happy.
Varun had always struggled with his eating and drinking habits. Even before the marriage, I had warned him to take care of himself and stay fit, but he never listened.
That was when I realized I had an opportunity.
I just needed patience.
Over the next few weeks, I spent more time with them, joining them on small trips and outings. My girlfriend, Meghna, often accompanied me, and I made sure Gayathri saw and overheard the affection and attention I gave her.
When I eventually returned abroad, I stayed in touch with both of them. Whenever I called Varun, I would also speak to Gayathri.
During that time, Varun only became more careless with his lifestyle. Every time I spoke with her, I gently encouraged her to convince him to become healthier.
She would sigh sadly and tell me she had tried everything.
One day, I casually suggested, “Maybe once he becomes a father, he’ll become more responsible.”
Her response excited me more than it should have.
“Brother,” she said softly, “most nights he comes home completely drunk and falls asleep immediately. Sometimes he doesn’t even make it to the bedroom. He just sleeps on the couch.”
I comforted her and promised I would speak to him and make him understand.
At the same time, I made sure Gayathri saw my extravagant lifestyle through my social media—expensive vacations, luxury restaurants, gym photos, and pictures with my casual hookups. I wanted her to constantly compare her husband with me.
I knew that when the right moment arrived, all of it would matter.
Another month passed, and Varun only became worse.
Their anniversary was approaching, and I decided that would be the night my plan finally came together.
I told Gayathri that I had arranged a luxurious weekend getaway for them at a five-star hotel. I promised her I would also be there to make sure Varun stayed sober.
I even sent her a sleeveless red saree.
I told her that my girlfriend and I had chosen it together, adding jokingly, “If Varun sees you wearing that, he won’t be able to resist you.”
The reality was that I had already decided she would be wearing that outfit ever since I saw her for the first time in a red saree at their home.
When they arrived at the hotel, I called and told them I would be about an hour late. I encouraged them to enjoy the evening while I handled a few things.
But behind the scenes, I had already arranged for some men at the hotel to lure Varun into drinking heavily.
By the time I arrived, I was certain he would be drunk out of his mind, and Gayathri would be heartbroken.
It went exactly as I had planned.
When I reached the hotel, I texted her and asked how everything was.
She called me immediately.
Crying.
She told me Varun wasn’t even answering her calls, and when she went downstairs to check on him, she found him passed out at the bar.
I said softly, “I’m coming upstairs. We’ll sort this out.”
The moment she opened the door, she threw her arms around me and broke down completely.
She was wearing the saree I had sent her.
I held her tightly, struggling to make sure she couldn’t feel how hard I was for her.
Everything i planned for the last few months has taken me to this point.
“I can’t take this anymore,” she said to me while sobbing.
“I want to love him. Why does he make it so difficult? I had such hopes for tonight. If he truly cared about me, he wouldn’t be passed out drunk downstairs with strangers.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner,” I said softly.
“It’s not your fault.”
“How can he leave someone like you alone on a night like this? On your anniversary?”
She wiped her tears. “I don’t even want to see him tonight.”
“I’ll make sure he apologizes once he’s sober in the morning.”
I handed her a glass of water and tried calming her down, but seeing her standing there vulnerable was driving me more insane.
All I could think about was pulling her closer and having a taste of her lips and licking the tears of her face.
“I’ll be okay, brother,” she said quietly. “You don’t have to waste your night looking after me.”
“What are you saying?” I replied. “I’m not leaving you alone like this.”
She smiled faintly before hugging me again.
This time, I knew she could feel my arousal.
I noticed the change in her expression immediately. Beneath the sadness, there was now nervousness… and something else.
I locked the hotel room door and said coldly, “Varun can sleep in the lobby tonight for all I care.”
We sat beside each other on the bed in awkward silence.
After a few moments, she looked at me and said softly, “Brother… let me change out of this saree.”
“Why?” I asked. “You look stunning in it. I almost feel bad for him. He has no idea what he’s missing tonight.”
“Stop teasing me,” she muttered shyly. “I look horrible right now.”
I moved slightly closer. “Honestly? I think you look even more beautiful like this. Your hair, slightly messy… your kajal smudged…”
“No man can resist you right now”.
She blushed instantly.
“Sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.” I said.
“No…” she whispered. “It actually feels nice hearing a man praise me for once.”
Her voice cracked again.
“I’m so tired of being ignored.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks once more.
I slowly stood up and walked toward her.
She looked into my eyes but didn’t move away.
I wrapped my arms around her gently before kissing her forehead softly.
Her breathing became uneven.
She lowered her eyes nervously.
I lifted her chin carefully and kissed both her cheeks, slowly wiping away her tears.
For a second, she froze.
Then she stepped back suddenly.
“This is wrong,” she whispered. “We shouldn’t do this.”
She turned toward the bed again, but I caught her hand gently.
I pulled her back toward me.
This time, I didn’t hesitate.
I kissed her.
The same lips I had imagined tasting for months were finally mine.
For a moment, she resisted weakly, overwhelmed by guilt and shock. But slowly, her body softened against mine, and she began kissing me back.
By the time we finally pulled apart, both of us were breathing heavily.
She turned towards the bed again.
I slid my hand around her waist and pulled her closer, brushing her hair aside before kissing her neck slowly.
A soft moan escaped her lips.
My hands moved carefully across her saree as I continued kissing her neck. I could feel her trembling beneath my touch.
“Please…” she whispered weakly. “Stop… this is wrong…”
I turned her toward me again and looked directly into her eyes.
“No,” I murmured. “What’s wrong is the way he’s treated you.”
I brushed my fingers against her cheek gently.
“A woman like you deserves to be desired and cherished.”
“It’s his fault for taking you for granted”.
“Let me love you the way you’ve always deserved to be loved.”
“Tonight i am your husband. Be a good wife and listen to me.”
Seeing the pure desire and hunger i had for her drove her wild.
Her eyes told me, tonight she wanted to be mine.
There was a quiet surrender in her gaze, a longing to feel the pleasure i was about to give her.
I kissed her again.
This time she kissed me back with even more passion.
I licked the remaining tears of her face.
I put my hand around her bare waist, turned her around, brushed her hair aside, and started kissing her neck.
She let out a loud moan.
My hands moved all over her body, tracing the curves hidden beneath the saree.
Most people would think she had an average figure because she usually wore casual clothes that didn’t do justice to her beauty.
But tonight her perfect figure was clearly showing especially due to a slightly loosened and messy saree.
While I was tasting her lips, my hands felt up her tits and ass.
I stripped her of that saree.
She stood before me wearing only a blouse and an underskirt.
Her pointy nipples were clearly visible through her blouse.
Her eyes were filled with lust.
She slowly walked toward the bed and looked back at me.
I followed her and pushed her down to the bed and got on top of her.
I kissed her face and neck repeatedly. My hands were squeezing her tits over her blouse.
My hand lifted the edge of her underskirt and brushed against her thick thighs.
Every touch was making her even more horny.
She had already removed my shirt and was kissing me and biting my lips.
Her one hand wandered across my hair and the other along my back and her nails dug into my skin.
I removed my pants and started grinding my hard cock against her panties. She fucking lost it at that moment and bit my ears and neck.
I stripped off her blouse and started squeezing her tits and started sucking on those titties like a baby.
She had the most perfect tits.
She was stroking my hair and pulling my head even closer to her tits.
I said, “I really want to taste your milk.”
She said, “If I had any, I would give it all to you.”
“I dreamed of being a perfect wife and a mother when I married that loser. But now everything is lost because of him.”
“Don’t say that, baby. I am here for you”
“Will you do something for me ? ” She said
“I will do anything for you”.
“You said tonight, you are my husband, right ? Isn’t it the husband’s duty to breed his wife ?”
“Make me a mother. I want to carry your child”.
“I don’t want to touch that loser anymore.”
“Will you do that for me ?”
Hearing those words from her made my cock even hard.
I said “I will give you as many children as you want.”
“Also did you think that i waited all these months to have you just for one night”?
“No. You are mine now ” I said.
“And as for my best friend, I wasn’t planning on letting him touch you anymore. I have an idea of how to deal with him.”
Her eyes filled up with tears again.
I said “Enough talk baby, are you ready for me to fill you up ?”
“Yes, fill me up with your cock, do with me as you please “
I kissed her again, and she lifted her ass for me to remove her soaked panties.
She whispered in my ear, “I need it now. I need you inside me”.
I removed her panties.
She opened her legs for me and I started rubbing my cock into her creaming, dripping pussy.
I slapped her clit with my cock and was teasing her. She was begging me to put it inside her.
I couldn’t make the poor girl wait any longer, so I gave her another kiss on her lips and slid my thick hard cock in her pussy.
The feeling when i was inside her was indescribable.
Her moans and expressions, the lust and love i saw in her eyes for me made me fuck her like an animal.
Fuck it felt so good.
Every thrust i made , her moans became louder.
It made me want to drag Varun into this room and make him watch what i was doing to her.
She was scratching my body all over with her nails and biting my ears and neck and whispering “Yes, Yes, just like that , Fuck me fuck me “
We were both in heaven.
I wanted to bent her over and fuck her from behind , but she said
“This is the first time you are breeding me, I want you to look into my eyes and kiss me while doing that ”
I said ” Yes baby i will fill you up just like that. ”
I started fucking her even more harder and the room was filled with the sounds of our moans and my cock thrusting into her pussy.
“Yes baby, give it to me, just like that “, she said.
Even in the cold night, we were both sweating from all the fucking.
She was about to cum and she locked her legs around me and grabbed my ass and pushed it deeper.
I told her let’s cum together baby.
“Oh fuck , oh god ” our screams filled with pleasure became even louder.
We couldn’t even say anything completely for a while and we just fucked and fucked.
We both came at the same time and I fell into her chest. I laid there, my cock still inside her.
Her pussy full of my cum.
We were breathing heavily.
She held me like her little baby.
Not moving, I kissed her all over her face and on her lips.
I told her I wanted her from the very first time I saw her.
“Well, I am all yours now.” She said.
“Yes baby, you are mine ” I said.
She said, “I don’t want him to ever touch me again baby ”
I said “He will not. As i said i have made some plans for him”.
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