[FMF] Manipulating a friend to fuck my husband (Part 2)

This is a continuation of my earlier story about how I started manipulating a friend to eventually fuck my husband.

It had been a long time since Aditi had gone out dancing and she didn’t know what to wear. She finally picked out a silk, white blouse and a black skirt that ended a couple of inches above her knees. Underneath, she wore a bra, panties and pantyhose. She finished the outfit with black pumps. I wore my usual red club dress. Aditi was just getting started and she was wearing pantyhose for the first time.

“Sorry,” Aditi said sheepishly. “I couldn’t figure out what to wear.”

I stepped back and looked at her. “Hmmm, don’t you have anything shorter?”

“No,” she said, feeling uncomfortable under my scrutiny.

I shrugged. “That’s okay. Anyway, this will help.” I gave her a pair of high heels.

She hesitated to wear them.

“Don’t worry, they’ll be guys waiting to catch you if you fall,” I said, giggling.

“God, you have great legs, I hate you,” I said admiringly as Aditi slipped on the high heels.

Aditi did have amazing legs. They were her best feature next to her pretty face.

“Oh, you have great legs too,” Aditi said to me.

“God, I can’t believe I’m here,” she said as we got to the club. We were sitting at the bar, sipping a drink.

I smiled and squeezed her arm. “Don’t be nervous, we’re going to have fun.”

Aditi frowned. “I know, but … I guess I’m disappointed. I hoped Sam would change his mind. Playing this game of his isn’t exactly what I imagined when we took our marriage vows.”

“Aditi, you guys are just going through a phase, that’s all. Who knows what happens to guys as they get older. At least Sam isn’t trying to sleep with other women. I think you need to play this out, so Sam can get it out of his system.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Aditi said after a few moments. “I just don’t know how far he wants me to go. Or maybe I do know, but I’m not willing to go that far.”

“So, don’t worry about it. Just take one step at a time, and let things go where they go.” I hopped off the stool and grabbed Aditi’s hand. “Come on, let’s dance!”

I led Aditi into the middle of the dance floor. It was crowded, so we danced close together. Aditi was having fun, she hadn’t been out dancing in years. The music changed to a slow song, and Aditi was about to go back to the bar when I grabbed her hand. I leaned close to Aditi’s ear and whispered, “Some cute guys are watching us. No, don’t turn! Just follow my lead.”

I moved close to Aditi and danced slow. As I swayed, my fingers grazed across Aditi’s skirt. At times I whispered into Aditi’s ear, and as I did my fingers trailed down Aditi’s back. Aditi was relieved when the song ended. Not waiting for me, she made her way back to the bar. She didn’t want to give me a chance to dance another song. When Aditi looked back, she saw me surrounded by guys.

Most of the guys were in suits. Aditi guessed they were attorneys, or maybe Wall Street brokers. They were cute, but nothing special.

A few minutes later I came back. “Come on, let’s dance!” I said, dragging Aditi off the stool.

“Wait,” Aditi said, and she quickly gulped down the martini. Then she let me drag her back onto the dance floor.

The martinis were working their way through Aditi’s body, and helping her to lose her inhibitions. She was having fun, so when the music slowed, she didn’t object when I moved closer for another round of dirty dancing. “We got those guys so hot the last time!” I whispered gleefully into Aditi’s ear as they danced. “I thought they were going to drag me into a booth and rape me!”

As we danced, I reached lower so my fingertips trailed up Aditi’s legs. I didn’t stop when I reached Aditi’s skirt, instead tracing up her thighs and bringing Aditi’s skirt up as I did so. As we danced close, Aditi lightly ran her fingers down my back (I wasn’t wearing a bra), then along my hips. Our faces were so close that our lips were almost touching. As we slowly swayed back and forth, sometimes Aditi’s breasts would brush against mine. Now I have to admit that I am bisexual. Needless to say, that I was turned on by what we were doing or what I was making her do.

The song ended, and as Aditi and I stepped apart, I smiled and did a curtsy, but Aditi was embarrassed and blushed. She quickly went back to the bar and ordered another Cosmo.

I disappeared for some time. When I returned, Aditi was talking to a guy. His hand was so large, Aditi’s hand disappeared within his. Aditi was blushing and smiling as Max was charming her.

Max started to laugh too. He soon offered his hand to her. Aditi considered for a moment and looked around for me. She took his hand and they walked to the dance floor.

Max was a good dancer. His movements were slow and smooth, yet perfectly paced with the music. He danced close to her, with barely any space between them. But he never touched her, never even brushed against her. Somehow, this close but non-contact, for song after song, was more of a turn on than if he was grinding his body against hers. He seems to have gauged her well. Otherwise, she would have returned after one song.

Eventually, Aditi stepped away. Aditi walked through the crowd looking for me. She walked into a secluded, darken part of the club, far away from the lights of the dance floor. I saw Max follow her. I followed him.

Max took her into his arms and kissed her. Aditi tried to pull away but he held her firm, his tongue pushing between her lips and exploring her mouth. Max kissed her roughly, with an urgency, like kissing her was the most important thing in his life, like he wanted to own her.

Max reached between them and cupped her breast. Even through her bra and blouse he found her hard nipple, and he roughly rubbed it with his thumb as he continued to kiss her. Aditi again tried to pull away, but Max held her firm. With his other hand at her back, he pulled her into him. His crotch was pressed tightly against her stomach, and he felt huge.

Eventually Aditi stopped struggling. Her body couldn’t resist what he was doing to her. Aditi wrapped her arms around Max’s neck and began kissing him back, swirling her tongue around his.

Then Max tried to pull up her skirt. Aditi protested. I didn’t follow them further as the guy I was with returned to attend to me.

I was waiting up when Max brought Aditi back to the bar. Aditi came in with an unusual look on her face. I was waiting to hear what happened there.

“Did you have fun?” I asked.

“I did.” She answered.

“Well? Did you like it?”

“I did,” she said. “But, we didn’t go all the way. I know you are wondering.”

I was relieved actually. “Can you tell me about it? I asked.

Aditi finally opened up. “Well, we had drinks and danced a little.”

“Did Max try anything?” I was in a hurry to get the details.

“He did a little,” she said sheepishly.

“Well?”

“Well, he held me close. He kissed me a little. He also had his hands on me a lot.”

“Was it okay with you, or did you like it?” I asked.

“Honestly, it was extremely erotic to me,” she said as she trembled slightly with a chill.

“Tell me more,” I encouraged.

“He touched me. He touched under my dress. Well, actually he also touched me inside my panties.”

“Did he put his finger in you?” I asked.

“A little,” she said.

“You mean he fingered you in the dark?” I asked.

“Yea, but nobody could see.”

“Okay,” I said. “Did you like that?”

“I guess I did,” she answered with a shy voice.

“Listen, this just the start. You can have lot of pleasure if you go down this path. Besides, your husband is onboard. Just go with the flow. We will meet in the parking lot. OK?” I said as she nodded and Max returned to her.

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I texted her after I got to the parking lot. A text came back, “Be there in 10.”

I wondered what Max was doing to her. I hoped she didn’t go all the way. I was actually surprised that she went this far too.

She returned after 20 minutes from other side of the parking lot, not from the club. So, she must have been in the parking lot on the other side.

“So, tell me everything. How was it?”, I asked.

“Max couldn’t take his eyes off my face”, she said as she reapplied her lipstick.

“Max moved his hand higher up my legs until his fingertips touched the hem of my skirt.”, she continued.

“My skirt had so hiked up my legs, his fingers were just inches away from my pussy.”

“Did you open your legs, and let him finger you?” I prodded her.

“Max leaned over and pressed his lips against my ear. “You should wear thigh highs, not pantyhose,” he whispered into my ear, his fingers almost touching my pussy. He thought it would be easier to access”

“He fingered me and took my hand and put it on his cock after unbuckling his pants”

“Then?” I asked.

“He made me stroke his cock and he fingered me roughly. Jess, I was so aroused”, she blushed.

“You see what you were missing all these years.”, I encouraged her.

“My god Jess, he ate me for 10 minutes. I stopped counting how many times I came.”, she said.

“Hmm, someone had too much fun tonight.”, I teased her.

She blushed and told me, “The way he teased my nipples and played with my pussy as he ate me. It drove me wild. He spread my legs in the back seat of his car as he did this. I sucked his cock as he pushed me down repeatedly until his cum shot on my face”.

She was trying to fix herself up as some of his cum stuck in her hair.

“You know, Peter is a great pussy eater too!”, I winked at her.

She blushed and looked outside her window.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9efofg/fmf_manipulating_a_friend_to_fuck_my_husband_part