Giving Him What He Wants - Childhood Friend Takes My Wife - Part 1
This series is an attempt to pen some of the memorable stories I read in various smut magazines over 25 years ago. Using the Giving Him What He Wants title for the series as in these stories the husband craves the idea of watching his wife with other men and either consciously or subconsciously conspires to make it happen.
This is a cuckold story. A cuckold is a husband who receives vicarious pleasure from his partner having sex with other men. If this is not your thing, please stop offending yourself and move on.
By reading this story, you are committing an act of perversion and there are no better or worse kinds of perversions, only the ones that you like and the ones that you don't like.
This story explores the husband-wife-and-another-man relationship where the husband is not the equal of the wife in the relationship and the wife gravitates towards the other man for sex. Wife prefers having a deep, intimate bond with the other man for prolonged periods of time and gives it more importance than her relationship with the husband. If this is not your thing, please stop offending yourself and move on.
You have been warned!
I am a 40-year-old man married for over 14 years. My wife is a beautiful 32-year-old woman, who is still pretty having delivered four children. We hail from an upper middle class business family and even though both of us are well-educated, we are very much into growing our family business. Ours was an arranged marriage as is normal in such families that have made quite some name by starting small and making it big over a couple of generations.
An interesting fact about our family is that we all are quite short. My wife and I were the tallest at 5' 3"; perhaps my wife was 5' 4" but she never countered me. It was not easy growing up as a midget as most of my friends were average and only some were tall. I was often bullied due to my height as a child but somewhere around my teenage years I met Arun, who became my best friend and shielded me from such unsavory experiences. He was 2 years elder to me but was in my class as he had failed twice. We became good friends over the next few years; I also helped him pass some exams. Much later did I learn in life that he failed not because of lack of intelligence; it was simply lack of application.
He was sexually more experienced and mature and helped me overcome the shyness of my sexuality. Some of my early memories were trying various things such as smoking and drugs. Despite all his shortcomings, he was mature and never became addicted to anything and ensured that I didn't either. I remember once we both masturbated together and was mesmerized seeing his hard, erect penis. He joked, "my god you are really tiny there man." I felt ashamed watching his giant specimen. Still he didn't belittle or ridicule me. There was a phase where we would watch pornographic movies and often jack off together. Somewhere the talk about other women cropped up and one day it turned to my elder sister.
Arun never shied away from sharing his thoughts about my sister, who was 11 years elder to me and has been married for the last 5 years. He would often take her name while we were shagging, and although I dissuaded him several times, he would brush me off saying that he was only helping her. He used to mention that there was something wrong with my brother-in-law as after almost 5 years of marriage they still didn't have any children. Soon after their 5th anniversary, they both were at our place for a few weeks. Around that time, Arun started seriously mooting a proposal to seduce my sister, and he wanted my help.
I had seen him seduce at least a dozen girls in our neighborhood and perhaps had taken the virginity of at least half of them. Due to his association I got to sample a couple of girls, and although I didn't get to have actual intercourse with them, I felt obliged to him in some way.
My sister was 28 years old at that time and had turned out to be an amazingly pretty woman. After marriage, she put on substantial weight that made her entire body structure rather voluptuous. Even though she stood only 5' 2", she had wide hips and amazing breasts for her height and figure. She was incredibly fair due to our Marwari origins and I could understand why Arun was fond of her. However, my sister Mamta always detested him and cautioned me to stay away from him. However, over the years she tolerated his presence in our house and accepted him as my friend.
Although I have never seen my sister naked after Arun started talking about her in a sexual manner, I started paying attention to her activities. I knew that she had a very active sex life with her husband and practically had sex every night; at least the nights they stayed at our place. Her room was right next to mine, so I could easily sense what went on every night. During that trip I noticed that she was actually tracking her ovulation period using some strips she got from her doctor. I thought Arun had noticed it at that time, but I was wrong.
On the eventful day, we were all playing cards downstairs and getting generally drunk. I noticed that my sister was not happy and kept on urging my brother-in-law to stop the playing, but he ignored her and got thoroughly inebriated. Mamta herself had a few drinks and headed to her bedroom. After half-hour, I noticed that Arun had vanished too; getting nervous, I excused myself and headed upstairs to see if he was in my room. He wasn't. I hurriedly stepped out on the balcony that spanned across our two bedrooms and peeped into her bedroom.
My horny friend had slid next to her on the bed and slowly hugged her from behind. The bedside lamp on the far end faintly illuminated the room. The bed itself was right by the window where I was standing. He gently caressed her belly and slowly pulled down her "pallu", the part of the Saree that covers a woman's breasts, to expose her breasts. He carefully nuzzled into her neck and started showering her with small kisses. I was right by the window; only 2-3 feet away from them and could even hear my listless sister moan as he moved to kneading her breasts. My moron friend had taken the boldest step in his life; either it would pay off big time or he would get his ass kicked, I thought.
Arun was masterful as he slowly kneaded her breasts and squeezed them. Mamta was growing listless, and it seemed she was getting worked up but still seemed to be under the influence of alcohol. He turned her on her back and started kissing on her lips. Her lips were parted, and she was breathing from her mouth while Arun seemed to be kissing her. He unbuttoned her blouse and latched onto her breasts. She seemed to be waking up and started fondly playing with his hair as he nibbled on her tits.
This continued for a few minutes and Mamta seemed to be finally fully awake. When Arun reached out to kiss her on the mouth, she slapped him. "Arun you son-of-a-bitch," she cursed him, "aren't you ashamed of fucking your elder sister?"
"Mamta Didi I am sorry, but I have always been attracted to you," he said and waited for her to respond.
She pulled her blouse together and started buttoning them.
"What are you looking at," she shot at him, "now go before anyone catches us like this."
"Come on Mamta Didi," he pleaded, "everyone is either asleep, drunk, or busy playing card games."
"Idiot now leave," she shoved his hand away as he tried to hug her, "this is not a good time."
"Please Didi, at least let me kiss you," he pleaded.
"When did you grow up?" she asked, blushing.
"Have you been with a lot of women?" she asked.
"No Didi. Only girls. You are the only married woman I have been attracted to," he said, trying to flatter her.
"Is Jignesh into such things as well?"
"No Didi. He is a good, obedient, studious boy. It's only me; maybe because I have come of age now," he replied.
"If you talk to anyone about this, I will cut your balls," she said, "no boasting with your friends."
