A friend in need

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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 sai, aged 26, from Bengaluru. I am medium-looking guy, of Lean built My height is 5’8″, and I am well educated and well-traveled. Currently happily single.

“Good night rosy, I will meet you tomorrow,” I said to a very good friend of mine. rosy’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 rosy and her husband got me closer to her. I am mutual friend of rosy from college, 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 rosy 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, sai.”

“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 rosy had. He was ok with it. But he had apprehensions of rosy getting a trustworthy person. “Talk to rosy, sai,” Sameer requested me. I sighed and agreed to talk to her later tonight.

In the night, I called rosy to talk casually. Our normal talks later turned into fantasy talks.

“We all have our needs and necessities, rosy. 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.

rosy blushed in affirmation. “Yes, sai. 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, sai.”

With a gist of guilt and feeling of lust over my friend, I murmured, “Yeah. I am. Talking after a while about all this.”

“Come over tomorrow, sai,” rosy 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 rosy. “I will be there in half-hour. Do you want me to get anything for lunch?” I asked.

“I have prepared everything, sai. You come here,” rosy replied.

I drove to her house within 30 minutes and pressed the bell to let her know I have arrived. rosy, 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. She had a silky smooth skin, despite she was not looking fair enough.

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?” rosy asked and continued to say, “I dressed for you, sai.”

“Oh my! rosy! You know… I am… You are… I don’t know…” I stammered.

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