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But she may as well have been standing there naked. The shirt clung to her breasts, and one could see the outlines of her bra. She must have run to get out of the rain on her way home, and so was panting.

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We all looked at each other in the embarrassing moment that followed. There was Rashmi, dripping like a fresh mermaid in the center of the room, with wife fucks friend stories husband and another man looking at. Nikhil recovered first, and attempted to break the awkward silence.

She smiled tentatively, and rushed out to the bedroom.

Nikhil kept his gaze at her bare back, at her swinging hips. I knew what he was going through, the poor sod. We had dinner.

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The two had certainly ignited the odd pagan interest in each other, I could see. Now I love Rashmi very much, and we have a very fulfilling sexual relationship.

However, at times, I have always thought I would love to see her fucked by another man. At that time, seeing what was wife fucks friend stories, an idea came into my mind, and I set about my plan. I was confident it would work.

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Then I ran back to the house, and peered inside at the dining room wife fucks friend stories an open fuc,s. They were at the table, but Nikhil was not eating. In fact, he still had that trance look on his face. I could make out the words from my hiding place. She asked him why he was not eating. This was a totally different Nikhil I was seeing, with his direct come-on.

That was the end of my plans, and maybe a friendship, I thought ruefully. Nikhil got up from the table. Rashmi glared at him, and then relented. They carried the dishes into the kitchen, also visible form where I.

Nikhil followed Rashmi. As Rashmi bent on the kitchen sink to keep the dishes, Nikhil grabbed her from. By now, Nikhil had gone beyond wife fucks friend stories. Things were turning serious. From my hiding place, I wondered what to.

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I had half a mind to shout, and call it off. But something held me. I quickly ran around the house, and let myself in silently with my key. He managed to hold both her hands wife fucks friend stories one hand, griend with his other, he pulled her hair and got her face close to.

She screamed in pain. Oblivious, he planted kisses on her luscious lips, her neck. Saying that, he yanked at her shirt. A couple of buttons broke loose, before the shirt came away in his strong hands.

Rashmi was wearing my favorite lace bra, and the sight of that can turn on a statue. I could see the effect it had on Nikhil. He only gurgled, and yanked at the wife fucks friend stories, which came off in one go.

There was Rashmi, still fighting to break free, her torso exposed. Nikhil still held her hands, and took her body in. With one hand, he unbuckled his belt, and got out of his trousers. I gasped when I saw his tool. It was at least 8.

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Without warning, Nikhil slapped her hard. Red marks were left on her cheek, and a faint dribble of appeared at the corner of friejd mouth.

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I was about to come out of my hiding place, when he sat down on the sofa, and dragged her to a kneeling position in front of him. Holding her hair, he brought her face close to his cock, and wife fucks friend stories her lips with his crown. She still struggled, But Nikhil was stoeies.

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He started kneading her nipples with his hand. Slowly, I could see her resistance wane, and I relaxed. She nearly wife fucks friend stories, but then opened her mouth wide to accommodate. His thick cock went repeatedly in and out of her face, like a piston. He kept massaging her back, and squeezing her breasts. I could see her panic when he came, as she had never swallowed cum before, but she swallowed every drop skillfully.

Now he made her stand up, and told he to strip.

By now, Rashmi was fully into the game. She quietly slipped out of her fucs and panties. Standing naked in front of Nikhil, wife fucks friend stories switched on the music, and began to move her hips seductively. He soon regained his erection. He then went to her and with one swoop, gathered her in his arms.

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Then he took her to our bedroom, onto our bed. I quietly followed, and stayed in the shadows. He made her lie on the bed, and lifted her legs, spreading.

His tool was massive. Without warning, he dove into. That seemed to spur him on.