Affair with My Wife’s Muslim friend

 

I want to share an unexpected story that unfolded between me and Aashiya, one of my wife’s closest friends. Aashiya and my wife work together and have built a strong friendship over time.

Aashiya, being a tax executive, often sought my advice on tax-related matters through my wife since I am also a tax professional. Eventually, she asked for my number and started contacting me directly. We began to form a friendship of our own.

Despite our frequent conversations, we had never met in person. One day, I asked my wife to invite Aashiya over for dinner so we could finally meet. When she arrived, I couldn’t help but notice how stunning she was. She was in her late twenties, recently married, and her beauty was captivating.

“Welcome, Aashiya. It’s a pleasure to meet you finally,” I greeted her warmly.

“Thank you, Hardik. I hope my face lives up to the expectations set by my voice!” she replied with a playful wink.

As we settled in, my wife asked, “Where is your husband tonight, Aashiya? We thought he might join us.”

“He works in another city and comes home on weekends,” she explained.

We spent the evening chatting and laughing, discussing everything from work to personal interests. The night was filled with joy and connection, leaving a lasting impression on all of us.

After that evening, Aashiya and I began meeting more frequently. We would visit each other’s homes or go out for movies and dinner. Our WhatsApp conversations became a regular part of my day, filled with witty jokes and memes.

It gradually led to more personal discussions about our lives, dreams, and marital challenges.

One day, during a chat, Aashiya casually asked, “You deleted our chat history, right?”

“Of course,” I assured her with a smile. “I wouldn’t want to give your husband a reason to switch jobs and move back home sooner!”

“And I don’t want your wife to get any other ideas,” she replied, laughing softly.

As our conversations grew deeper, so did our connection. We shared our fears, our dreams, and the little things that make us happy. One Saturday, while my wife was at work, Aashiya surprised me with a visit.

“Good morning, Hardik. Mind some company for your boring Saturday?” she asked, stepping inside before I could respond.

“But my wife has already left for the office. Did you come to see her?” I asked, puzzled.

Aashiya laughed softly. “No, I came for some tax-related urgent matter. I need your help.” She held up a folder filled with documents. “I hope you don’t mind sparing some time for this,” she added with a wink.

“Sure, if you had told me earlier, I would have prepared,” I said, feeling a mix of surprise and excitement.

As we sat close together on the couch, going through the documents, I couldn’t help but notice how beautiful Aashiya looked up close. Her deep-neck kurta revealed a glimpse of her cleavage, which made it hard for me to concentrate.

Aashiya seemed unaware of the effect she was having on me, continuing to chat casually about her work and life. After finishing the work, I realized that Aashiya wasn’t in a hurry to leave. We started talking, and as the afternoon progressed, the temperature rose, making it quite uncomfortable.

“It’s getting pretty warm in here,” Aashiya remarked, fanning herself lightly. “Do you have a room with AC?”

“Yes, the bedroom has AC,” I replied. “We can move there to cool down.”

We moved to the bedroom, and I lay down on the bed, feeling tired from the work. After a while, Aashiya also lay down beside me. The cool air from the AC was refreshing, but it was Aashiya’s presence that was making my heart race.

She adjusted herself, and her kurta shifted, giving me a clear view of her cleavage and her milky white skin. It was evident that she wanted me to notice. She caught my gaze and smiled slightly, her eyes filled with a mix of playfulness and desire.

The atmosphere was charged with unspoken tension. I could feel the heat between us intensify despite the cool air.

“Aashiya,” I began softly, unsure of how to proceed.

She moved closer, her hand resting on my chest. “Hardik,” she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion, “I’ve always felt something special with you.”

As we kissed, the world outside ceased to exist, leaving only the intense connection between us. Aashiya’s hands moved gently over my back. I could feel her breath quicken against my lips. The soft fabric of her kurta brushed against my skin, heightening my senses.

As our kiss deepened, I couldn’t help but let my hands explore the curves of her body. My fingers traced the outline of her waist, moving down to her hips. The softness of her skin sent shivers through me. Aashiya’s breathing grew heavier, and she arched her back slightly, pressing herself closer to me.

My hands moved lower, gently caressing her buttocks through the fabric of her kurta. I could feel the warmth of her body, the subtle curve of her hips, and the firmness of her round, shapely buttocks. It was as if every touch was igniting a fire within us.

I could sense the mutual desire growing stronger with each passing second. Aashiya responded to my touch by pulling me even closer, her fingers tangling in my hair. She moaned softly, her voice a mix of pleasure and anticipation. The sound sent a thrill through me, and I knew that there was no turning back.

“I’ve always admired your curves,” I whispered, my voice husky with desire. “You are incredibly beautiful.”

Aashiya’s eyes met mine, and I could see the same longing reflected in her gaze. “Hardik,” she murmured, her voice filled with emotion, “I want this. I want you.”

With those words, the last remnants of hesitation melted away. I gently guided her to lie down on the bed, our bodies entwined. The cool air from the AC provided a stark contrast to the heat we felt between us. I kissed her deeply, letting my hands explore her body further.

I could feel the tension in her muscles, the eagerness in her touch. My lips travelled from her mouth to her neck, planting soft kisses along her collarbone. With deliberate slowness, I positioned myself over her, my eyes locked with hers. I could see the anticipation, the desire in her gaze, and it mirrored my own.

I guided myself to her entrance, feeling the heat and wetness that welcomed me. Slowly, I pushed forward, my tight manhood entering her inch by inch. I could feel her body yielding to me, the skin moving upward as I penetrated her fully. Aashiya gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders, pulling me closer.

Her wet pussy welcomed me, and we moved together in perfect harmony. The intensity of our connection was overwhelming. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust deepens the bond between us. Aashiya’s moans grew louder, her body arching toward me, urging me on.

I kissed her deeply, my hands roaming over her body, feeling the heat and tension building within her. We moved together in the classic missionary position. Our bodies entwined as we found a rhythm that brought us both immense pleasure.

The rhythm of our movements grew more urgent, more intense, as we both neared the peak of pleasure. After a few minutes of passionate lovemaking, Aashiya’s voice, filled with desire, broke the rhythm. “Hardik, I want you to come on top of me,” she whispered, her eyes dark with longing.

I nodded, pulling back slightly to give her room to move. Aashiya pushed me gently onto my back, then straddled me, her eyes locked onto mine as she lowered herself onto me. The sensation of her tightness enveloping me once more was electrifying.

She began to move, her hips rocking back and forth, finding a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure through both of us. Aashiya’s hands rested on my chest for support as she rode me, her movements growing more intense with each passing moment.

The sight of her above me, her body glistening with sweat, her eyes filled with pure ecstasy, was almost too much to bear.

“Hardik,” she moaned, her voice filled with urgency, “Deeper, please, deeper.”

Her words drove me wild with desire. I reached up to touch her, my hands exploring her curves, feeling the softness of her breasts and the firmness of her hips. I thrust up into her, matching her movements, driving deeper into her with each stroke.

She responded eagerly, her moans growing louder as she moved faster, the intensity of our connection reaching new heights.

“Hardik,” she gasped, her voice filled with urgency, “I’m so close.”

“Me too, Aashiya,” I replied, my voice trembling with emotion. “Let’s finish this together.”

With a final, powerful thrust, we both reached our climax. I could feel my release building, and with a groan of pure pleasure, I released a powerful load of cum deep inside her. Aashiya cried out, her voice a mixture of ecstasy and emotion, as she felt the warmth of my release filling her.

Her body shuddered with the intensity of our shared climax. I held her tightly, feeling the waves of pleasure wash over us both. Breathless and spent, we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten.

The bond we shared had deepened in ways we never expected, leaving us both fulfilled and content. As we held each other close, we knew that this was only the beginning of something extraordinary, something that would forever change our lives.

“Aashiya,” I whispered, my voice filled with emotion, “I love you.”

“I love you too, Hardik,” she replied, her eyes filled with tears of joy. “This is more than I ever dreamed possible.”

However, even after reaching that intense climax, we both felt an insatiable desire for more. The connection between us was too strong, the chemistry too powerful. As we lay there, catching our breath, Aashiya looked at me with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“I want more,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “I need you again, Hardik.”

I felt a surge of excitement. I kissed her deeply, feeling the fire reignite between us. Without hesitation, she slid down my body, her lips leaving a trail of kisses until she reached my manhood. She took me into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before she began to suck. Her mouth moved expertly.

Aashiya’s blowjob was nothing short of professional. She knew exactly how to drive me wild, her mouth working with skill and passion. I groaned with pleasure. My hands tangled in her hair as she took me deeper. Her tongue and lips created sensations that made me tremble with need.

“You’re amazing,” I moaned, my voice thick with desire. “I need you so much.”

After a few minutes, she released me from her mouth, her eyes filled with lust. “Now, I want you to take me from behind,” she said, her voice commanding and filled with hunger. We quickly repositioned ourselves, Aashiya on all fours, her beautiful round ass presented to me.

I couldn’t resist the sight of her, and I guided myself to her entrance, thrusting into her with a deep, powerful motion. She gasped, her hands gripping the sheets as I began to move, driving into her with increasing intensity. The doggy-style position allowed me to go deeper.

I took full advantage, my hips slamming against her as I fucked her hard and fast. Aashiya’s moans filled the room, her body rocking with each thrust. She looked back at me, her eyes filled with a mix of shock and desire, her expression showing just how much she was enjoying every moment.

“Hardik,” she moaned, her voice trembling, “don’t stop, please. Keep going.”

I could feel the tension building within me, but this time, I was determined to make it last. I kept fucking her, my movements steady and relentless. Aashiya’s body shuddered with each thrust. Her moans grew louder as the pleasure overwhelmed her.

Minutes turned into what felt like an eternity as I continued to pound into her. Aashiya’s strength began to wane, her body almost collapsing onto the bed from the intensity of our lovemaking. But I didn’t stop. I held her hips firmly, driving into her with all the passion and desire I felt.

“Hardik, I can’t… I can’t take it,” she gasped, her voice a mixture of exhaustion and ecstasy. “You’re incredible.”

I could feel my release building once more, the pleasure almost too much to bear. With a final, powerful thrust, I reached my climax, releasing another load deep inside her. Aashiya cried out, her body convulsing with the intensity of her orgasm as she fell forward onto the bed.

We lay there, spent and breathless, our bodies slick with sweat. The room was filled with the scent of our lovemaking, the air heavy with the intensity of our passion. As I pulled her into my arms, we both knew that this was something beyond just a physical connection.

It was a bond that had grown deeper, a love that had been solidified through our shared experience.

“Aashiya,” I whispered, my voice filled with emotion, “I love you more than words can say.”

“I love you too, Hardik,” she replied, her eyes filled with tears of joy. “This is everything I’ve ever wanted.”

We held each other close, the world outside forgotten. The future was still uncertain, but at that moment, we knew that we had found something truly special, something worth holding onto. We drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

We knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, bound by the love and passion we had discovered.

“Hardik,” she whispered, “we need to be careful. Your wife will be home soon.”

I nodded, feeling a pang of regret at the thought of her leaving. “You’re right,” I replied, kissing her softly. “We should get dressed.”

Reluctantly, we disentangled ourselves and began to put our clothes back on. The intimacy of the moment lingered between us, a silent promise of more to come. As Aashiya adjusted her kurta and smoothed her hair, she looked at me with a mischievous smile.

“This isn’t the end, Hardik,” she said, her voice filled with promise. “I can’t wait for our next time together.”

“I can’t either,” I replied, my heart pounding with anticipation. “We’ll find a way.”

With one last lingering kiss, Aashiya left my house, slipping out just in time before my wife returned. The evening proceeded as usual. But my mind was filled with thoughts of Aashiya and our next encounter.