A Friend In Need Is A Friend In Deed
Here I am again, sharing my experience with a very good friend of mine. Only the names are changed due to privacy issues. Else, everything is crispy truth about this story of a friend in need. I am Nik, aged 36, from Bengaluru. I consider myself a good-looking guy, of average built but working on my fitness now. My height is 5’4″, and I am well educated and well-traveled. Currently happily single again post a bitter divorce. “Good night Shruti, I will meet you tomorrow,” I said to a very good friend of mine. Shruti’s husband is working abroad and held up. He couldn’t return home due to the pandemic situation. It’s better for him to stay there rather than coming home anytime soon. Moreover, the possibilities of flying back looked slim. The distance between Shruti and her husband got me closer to her. I am their mutual friend, and they consider me as a family member. They got married against their parents’ wishes. Neither of the families has accepted even today. I was a witness to them in a lot of compliance aspects of their lives. Both of them supported me a lot during my tough phase as well. Both Shruti and Sameer are very open. It has bonded them closer and has kept their relationship strong and steady. Their sexual life was also very healthy till Sameer went abroad for few months. Taking care of their physical needs grew, and it started affecting them in everyday life. They needed a companion who could be close in the absence of the spouses. They both went to the extent of discussing having a companion with whom they know well and can trust with battling any concerns. “Are you ok, Sameer?” I asked him during a video call. Sameer looked around and mumbled, “Yes, Nik.” “I know you well. You are not ok Sam. Tell me what’s running on your mind,” I pressingly asked him. He then told me about the discussion which Sameer and Shruti had. He was ok with it. But he had apprehensions of Shruti getting a trustworthy person. “Talk to Shruti, Nik,” Sameer requested me. I sighed and agreed to talk to her later tonight. In the night, I called Shruti to talk casually. Our normal talks later turned into fantasy talks. “We all have our needs and necessities, Shruti. I sometimes masturbate and relieve. Not sure if that would help you,” I said to her. “Sometimes yes, sometimes no. I am not much into masturbation nor into virtual stuff. I am craving real meat. Unfortunately, Sameer isn’t here,” She replied. I agreed with her about virtual stuff. I am not into virtual stuff as well. “Sameer and I spoke about this in the morning. Should I help in finding a guy for you?” I asked. Shruti blushed in affirmation. “Yes, Nik. But, I don’t want to get on to a guy with whom I do not get along,” she further replied. The conversation further went awkward and open. Then came the words from her, “I hope you’re not hard thinking about me, Nik.” With a gist of guilt and feeling of lust over my friend’s wife and my friend, I murmured, “Yeah. I am. Talking after a while about all this.” “Come over tomorrow, Nik,” Shruti said, and we wished each other “Good Night.” That night, both of us slept fairly well. It was almost 11 the next morning. I called Shruti. “I will be there in half-hour. Do you want me to get anything for lunch?” I asked. “I have prepared everything, Nik. You come here,” Shruti replied. I drove to her house within 30 minutes and pressed the bell to let her know I have arrived. Shruti, in red lipstick, eye shadow, soft waves of hair left open, reached below her shoulders wearing saree with a sleeveless blouse, black bra, and black panties (which I saw later), looked like a queen. When she opened the door, I was dumbstruck. Took a deep breath. When she held my hand, my heart was pounding faster. She dragged me in and hugged me tightly. A few seconds later, I responded to her hug by embracing her tight. The door was still open while we continued our hug. I broke the hug, closed the door, looked at her, and smiled. “How do you like my dressing today?” Shruti asked and continued to say, “I dressed for you, Nik.” “Oh my! Shruti! You know… I am…You are… I don’t know…” I stammered. “It’s ok,” she cooled me as she guided me to the couch.”Sameer has found a companion in a colleague from his work. For me, there is no one better than you, whom I can trust blindly.” Shruti uttered and got her soft lips on my lips, with her hands on my back, exploring lips and tongue. I gave up, broke the kiss. I looked into her eyes, pulled her by her waist, kissed and sucked her lips. Our kisses grew harder and passionate. She leads me to a room with soft music, scented candles, and luxury incense sticks, and rose petals on the bed. The room had a perfect essence of romance. I was dumb looking at her preparedness. “I didn’t know you had completely prepared for this. How did you know I would get into your trap?” I checked with her with a smile on my face. “I have known you for a while now. Sameer also told me about your weakness for saree and the ambiance,” Shruti responded with a slutty smile on her face while her hands were around my hand. “This trap is planned by you both!” I acknowledged and gave a peck on her lips. “Now, no further talks about others. It is all about you and me today. Let us enjoy without any regrets.” Shruti said and sucked my finger and held my hard cock on my trousers. “Aah,” I moaned. I went behind her, ran my lips on the sides of her neck, got my lips down on the open area at the back of her blouse. She held my trousers, expressing her pleasure and moans of ecstasy. While I bit her earlobes, she pressed my crotch firmly. From behind, I got hold of the lost point of saree, then undid it. I came to the front and kissed her passionately. I got on my knees, brushed my lips on her hips, steadily moving towards the navel, put my tongue in its navel. My hands were squeezing her butts. The black thongs on her made me get my mouth further closer and kiss her pussy.