Unsatisfied Wife

Me, my best friend Vivek and his wife Disha went to the same college and been friends since then. Vivek is same age as me and Disha is one year younger than us. Vivek is average looking guy who is not fond of working out at all and treats his body like a temple. Disha on the other hand is very similar to me, loves working out and stay active. She is 5’5″, long brown hair big boobs and lovely curve around her waist.

One day Vivek and Disha invited me over for a dinner and I accepted without hesitation. Whilst having dinner Vivek broke the news that he has been promoted at work and he has to go abroad for a year on assignment. I congratulated him as a good friend would and told him that I am really glad its all working out. Vivek also clarified because its a temporary assignment he is not allowed take his wife with him. I was shocked to hear that as they only been married for a year. He asked if I can help his wife looking after household stuff as and when it comes up and I agreed straightaway.

I always admired how gorgeous Disha was secretly but being with her never cross my mind as she was my best friend’s wife. I also had a busy work and personal life but I used to pop down to check up on Disha now and then after work. Few weeks past and I received a phone call from Disha saying she feels lonely and she would like my company over dinner.

I went to her house as normal and she opened the door with a big smile on her face. I also brought bottle of red with me because I knew she loves it. I asked her to open the bottle and pour a glass each so we can enjoy it before dinner. When she started walking towards the kitchen I noticed how tight her black dress was and how amazing her figure looked from the back. I loved how her long legs was on display and her ass cheeks were jiggling from left to right as she walked further. She came back and handed me a glass and we talked for a bit whilst watching tv.

I accidentally kicked the table in front of us whilst stretching my leg and tv remote fell on the floor. Disha lowered herself to pick the remote and all I can see was bright red padded bra hugging her big breast. I didn’t realise she was looking at me when i was staring her cleave. I was gobsmacked and did not know what to say so I smiled nervously and start watching tv again.

Disha got up to prepare the dinner table and I said I will help her. She said you just help yourself to another glass and stop staring at something that you cant have and winked at me. I burst into cheeky laughter and replied there is no harm in looking. We exchanged more of this cheeky banter over dinner and sipped few more glasses of wine. I took this opportunity to take this one step further started asking her personal questions which she didnt mind answering. I asked her whats the weirdest place she and Vivek made love. She replied, Vivek is very conservative about sex and not very imaginative so they never did anywhere else apart from bedroom.

She asked me whether I ever fantasised about her whilst looking straight into my eyes.