Experiences a DOGGY With Best Friends HUBBY

This is my story and most likely the most erotic experience of my life.

This happened four years ago when I was 32. I’m 38 now and have always wanted to write about this experience.

Hi, I am AMISHI, which means Pure Pleasure. I started to dress provocatively and always wore tight fitting tops and shirts, which would have deep cut in front that would show my 38-inch breasts. The skirt would be till knee length to give a nice glimpse of my sexy thighs and wore tight jeans that gave a clear outline of the structure and showed my sexy ass. I enjoyed the way men stared at me, and that would always make me wet and I had to masturbate in the privacy of toilets or at home.

A Glance or a peek of my 38 inch breasts and erect tits, would be a Man’s delight. And to top it up my NFO’s or ‘Nipples Freak Out’s’ would give anyone a Hard On.

A few years ago, My best friend Komal invited me to stay with her and her husband for a few days at their Farm house in North Gujarat. Komal and I went out clubbing just about every night! On my last night Komal did not want to go out clubbing because she had to be up early the next day for some family function, So I went with her husband, Kabir alone and had a great time. We left the club around 2 am.

On the cab ride home I was more than a little bit horny. I thought it must be due to all the alcohol I drank. I really wanted to get fucked that night I was so horny. There were a few times during the night I caught Kabir looking at my tits but I knew he was off limits. Although, I must admit I wondered if he would be interested and could I get him to fuck me. The thought made me incredibly wet!

I was staying in the downstairs bedroom and started to get ready for bed. As I was getting undressed, I called Kabir to come see the shirt I bought for Komal. I was wearing just a white T-shirt and silky panties. This was my best friend’s husband and I felt so bad about wanting to fuck him. I had not been fucked in about 8 months and really wanted a hard cock inside my wet, tight hairy pussy!

With my back facing him, I slid my white T-shirt off, turned around and gave Kabir nice long French kiss. He then pushed me against the wall and started licking my tits. I was thinking to myself “Oh my God” I want and need to FUCK, Kabir!”

As I leaned against the wall, I slid my right middle finger inside my panties and massaged my clit as Kabir licked my tits. At this point, I was really turned on but not sure if I should keep going.

Prevention can't wait. Neither can We.

Kabir told me to lick the cum off his cock. I licked him clean and swallowed every last drop while feeling like a real slut!

The next day it was time for me to go back home. Komal and Kabir dropped me to the Railway station.

I got my period two weeks later, and yes I was worried but at the time I just wanted his cock and cum inside me! My best friend Komal to this day does not know I fucked her Kabir.

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DISCLAIMER: This is a true story, however, the references made to names, characters, places and incidents are fictious and any resemblance to any persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

I got on my knees and started to lick Kabir’s cock like a lollipop. Kabir gently pulled his tongue between my legs and toward my pussy. I was so turned on getting licked by Kabir, watching his cock become rock hard. I did not care he was married to my best friend.

Then, I told Kabir something that even today I could not believe my ears; I wanted to him to fuck me and fill my cunt with his warm cum! I still could not believe what I was about to do but I was so wet, horny and really at that moment just wanted to be fucked by my best friend’s husband.

Kabir told me to get on all fours. He wanted me to experience the DOGGY, the Ancient KAMASUTRA Disease in other words the doggie style.

I still could not believe how much I wanted his warm cum in my pussy. I also remembered for a split second that I stopped taking for a long time.

Kabir put his cock near my pussy and within seconds I had his hard cock inside me. His cock rubbing against my G-spot was like nothing I had ever experienced with any man, not even my husband. It was so erotic! He pulled his hard cock out of my pussy and put it right in my mouth.

I again desperately wanted Kabir’s cock in my hot tight pussy, more importantly I wanted Kabir’s hot cum inside me. He climbed on top of me and placed his hard cock inside me!

Suddenly, I remembered again that I stopped taking the pill and that Kabir was not wearing a condom. I told Kabir that I was not on the pill and that he’d better cum on my chest. He said he wanted to cum in me and that there was no stopping him.

Prevention can't wait. Neither can We.

I was keen to hear him say that I didn’t care, grabbed his ass and pulled him deeper inside me! I really wanted his hot cum in my pussy.

I squeezed his balls quite hard, and pulled on them quite strongly; it seemed to increase the intensity of his orgasm. Then all of a sudden Kabir started filling me with his cum quite heavily inside my pussy. He shot a large amount of warm cum inside my cunt.

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Getting Hubby the Promotion

I’d never really been obsessed with black men, the way some white women are. Sure, Nick and I watched a lot of inter-racial porn on the internet, usually on a Saturday night when the kids were at Nick’s Mom’s, but there is just so much of it, it was hard to avoid. We could pass a very pleasant evening in front of the monitor, sipping drinks, with his hand down my panties and my hand stroking his meat. It reminded us of our courting days and it would usually end up with a very nice fuck when we finally hit the sack. By that time he’d be hard as a rock and I’d be dripping.

I wasn’t infatuated with big cocks for one thing. Those monsters that hung halfway down a guy’s thigh and looked as if they’d need a crane to get erect actually scared me. They looked so uncomfortable, despite the yelps of pleasure the actresses gave as they were forced into their tight little twats. I should have noticed that Nick kept navigating to the IR sites but, as I’ve said, I just wasn’t interested in the color or size of the appendages on offer, I just liked seeing pretty people fucking. What I did notice, if anything, was that many of these inter-racial encounters were between married women and their black lovers, and often with the encouragement and approval of their husbands. I don’t know if that’s what put the thought into Nick’s head, because we didn’t really talk a lot about sex, we just did it. Something to do with our upbringing I suppose. Not exactly repressed, just that we kept our fantasies, if we had any, strictly inside our own heads.

Anyway, Nick’s boss at the plant where he worked was a black guy called Byron. Byron was about ten years older than Nick with a little grey at the temples and maybe a couple of inches taller. He was a good-looking guy with a wide smile that could light up a room. Always, smiling, always laughing, always joking, I liked him, but not in that way, for no other reason than I didn’t think about other men. Not real other men anyway, just the usual movie stars and stuff. I’d been faithful to Nick since we married twelve years ago and had no intention of cheating on him.

Hell, I’m telling you all this stuff and I haven’t even introduced myself. My name is Miranda, though everybody calls me Mindy. I’m 34 years old and have two kids, I have short blonde hair, I’m five six and weigh around one twenty pounds. I have a fairly average body, not fat and not too busty or too hippy. Basically, I’m as average as they come. Nick tells me he likes me the way I am and how sexy I am, so he’s not interested in other women. He follows Paul Newman’s adage of ‘why go out for hamburger when you’ve got steak at home’, sensible man. It’s good for a woman’s ego to know she’s regarded as steak. Unless her husband’s a vegetarian, of course!

Anyway, one evening Byron had been over for dinner as he and his wife had split up and Nick was trying to curry favour with him as there was a promotion in the offing. It wasn’t sneaky or anything, everybody was doing it and Byron was well aware of what was going on. The general feeling was that Byron would give the promotion to the guy whose wife fed him best. That meant that my Nick had no chance, as I was an average cook at best.

After he’d left Nick said, “I bet Byron’s lonely in that big house now Marion’s gone.”

“Well he would be,” I agreed, “They were together a long time. Just lucky they didn’t have any kids and had a clean break.”

“He was looking at you, all through dinner.”

“No.”

“I’m telling you. His eyes were travelling all over you, undressing you.”

“You’re nuts!”

“He was trying to imagine what you’d look like naked.”

“Nick!” I squealed.

I was washing the dishes and he came up behind me, put his arms around my waist and pressed against me. I could feel his hardness against my ass.

“I think he’d like to fuck you.”

I tried to spin round but he held me fast and started pumping his crotch against my butt. “Fuck you with that big, black, cock of his.”

That night he fucked me very roughly, pounding into me as if I’d done something wrong and he wanted to extract revenge by battering my pussy. In truth his vigour excited me and I felt I deserved to be punished, if only because my juicy hole had betrayed me. I hadn’t consciously thought about being fucked by Byron, but obviously my pussy had. I came several times as Nick rammed into me, and each time I gave out a loud groan of pleasure and dug my fingernails into my husband’s back.

“Have you taken leave of your senses? The kids are right next door.”

“They won’t hear, they’re too busy with that game Byron brought them.”

I finally managed to push him off me and turned to face him. “Have you gone out of your mind? What’s brought all this on?”

“I’ve always fantasised about seeing you with a black guy.”

“Since when?” I asked.

“Since a long time, but seeing Byron eyeing you really brought it home.”

I looked down at his groin and just talking about it had given him an incredible boner.

“Well, it’s not going to happen,” I told him sternly, “so you can put that little fantasy back in your locker.”

“Why?” he asked, grabbing my crutch and squeezing my pudenda.

“Because I’m a married woman and I’m faithful to my husband,” I answered.

“I’ll bet you’re wet,” he said, “I’ll bet you’re wet just thinking about it.”

“Don’t be silly.”

“If you’re wet down there, you want it.”

I tried to fight him off, but he pushed me against the draining board and holding me with one hand, popped the button and unzipped my jeans with the other.

“Get off me, Nick!” I protested, but to no avail.

His free hand went under the waistband of my panties, over my pubic mound and down between my legs. I tried to keep my thighs tight shut but he managed to wriggle a finger between my lips and finally into my pussy. When he pulled it out and held it in front of my face it was slick with my juice and Nick just smiled at me.

He never said any more, just licked his finger and left me there, blushing to my roots, leaning against the worktop, with my jeans unzipped.

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