Hi everyone. I hope you liked my earlier story about me and my friend, Kanika. In this one, I will share how we had another wild encounter.
As you all know, we were a group of four friends when the previous encounter happened. If you haven’t read it, please read it here:
Got lucky with my best friend Kanika – Part 1
A little about me: I’m 5’9″ with strong shoulders and a normal-sized penis, but with good girth and great stamina. Because I do a lot of aerobic exercises, my blood flow is excellent, which gives me strong, long-lasting erections.
A little about Kanika: After our last encounter, she got married and is now in a platonic relationship with her husband. They love each other, but sex is completely missing from their marriage, and that’s where I fit in. She has maintained her figure at 34D-36-38, which makes her almost too hot for me to handle. Since I’ve always had a thing for chubby girls, she knows my weakness and tempts me whenever she’s in the mood.
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After our last incident, we maintained some distance to protect our friendship and avoid getting permanently attached. Soon after, her family found a boy for her, and they had an arranged marriage. She got married, and I got posted to a different city, so we lost physical touch and stayed friends over long distance. She wasn’t comfortable sharing personal details about her married life, so I never brought it up. Our conversations stayed limited to random, offbeat topics.
When I also got married in 2025, she seemed to distance herself even more. But things changed after I got transferred to Noida in late 2025. Since my wife is also from the northern belt, Noida felt like a good place to settle. Kanika was staying in Delhi and planning to make it her permanent home.
Once I settled in, I casually messaged her. The moment the message was delivered, she called me and asked about me and my family. During the conversation, I told her I had shifted to Noida. She sounded a little off when she heard the news. I thought maybe, after our last encounter, she didn’t want any closeness.
She took a deep pause and said, “I think I deserved to know this earlier.”
I took a long pause, trying to figure out how to respond, but before I could say anything, she broke the silence and asked for my address. She told me she would visit the next day to meet me and my wife.
We had a warm meeting. She told my wife almost everything except about our encounter. We laughed a lot, enjoyed great food, and spent quality time together. It didn’t feel like we were meeting after such a long time. After a while, she said she had to leave because it was getting late and she had office and a husband to attend to.
I walked her to her car. As she was leaving, she casually said, “I miss spending time with you. No matter what happened, you’re still my best friend.”
I was amazed by her frankness, but it felt really good to have my best friend back. I had thought I’d lost the friendship, but that meeting changed everything and rekindled the spark between us.
As I was still settling down, I didn’t contact her frequently and kept enough distance to stay at peace. When her anniversary was approaching, I asked about her plans. She said she had plans with her husband and they might leave Delhi for a while.
On her anniversary, I wished her “Happy Anniversary,” but she didn’t reply, which was unusual. Since she had already told me about her plans, I thought she must be busy.
Later that night, around 12:30 AM, I received a call from her. She was crying badly and having a panic attack. I tried asking about her husband, but she got angry the moment I mentioned his name.
I didn’t think it was right to leave her like that, so I asked where she was. She replied that she was at the Novotel in Delhi. I was a little confused but didn’t ask any questions. I explained the situation to my wife, told her to sleep, and left to meet Kanika.
It was a long, uncomfortable drive from Noida to Aerocity at that hour. Around 2 am, I called her again and asked her to meet me at the hotel entrance. She came down wearing shorts and a loose T-shirt.
From the way she looked, it was clear they had had a rough fight. I opened the car door for her, and we drove to a nearby area. The roads were empty, and the cold air felt pleasant.
She didn’t speak for almost an hour, and I just kept driving. To break the silence, I asked, “Do you know where we are?”
She looked at me intently and said, “Bhai, tu chutiya hai kya?” We both burst out laughing.
After 2-3 minutes, I spotted a 7/11 store and stopped to buy water and some snacks. As I handed her the bottle, she thanked me and took a sip. Then she asked for the car keys.
I bluntly said, “No.” Her face clearly said, “How dare you?” but I read the signal and handed them over on the condition that she would talk while driving.
She started the car and headed back toward her hotel. To cheer her up, I mockingly said, “You didn’t reply to my anniversary message.”
She gave me an angry look, but there was a slight warm smile underneath. After some casual talk, I finally asked her what had happened. She paused and said, “I’m not getting the physical intimacy I want from him.”
I was at a loss for words and really didn’t want to discuss that topic. She sensed my hesitation and quickly changed the subject, asking about my married life. I gave her the usual nonchalant reply any married man would give. We kept talking and didn’t even realize when we reached back at her hotel.
It was almost morning by then, so I asked if she wanted morning tea. I knew she wasn’t a tea or coffee person, but she invited me anyway. We sat in the cafeteria.
I had normal tea and jokingly said, “Isse acchi chai toh main bana deta.” She readily agreed.
When she looked calm and comfortable, I told her I should leave so I could get some sleep before my morning rush. She reluctantly agreed and said ‘goodbye.’
Before I reached home, I received a message from her, a picture of her smiling with the caption “Thank you.” She had also posted on Instagram: “Some friendships never die and only get better with time.”
I was really tired, so I took a one-hour nap before getting ready for the office. During office hours, she called and started apologizing for what happened and for making me come so far to comfort her.
Me: “Are you done now?”
Her: “Yes.”
Me: “Chutiya.”
Her: “Gandu.”
We both had a good laugh. The conversation was pure, without any mischievous thoughts or intentions. I was really happy that I had found my friend back, and she felt the same.
After that incident, we started meeting more frequently but always kept things within boundaries. As she began opening up, she started feeling relieved and happier. I knew something was wrong in her marriage but didn’t want to bring it up.
She even suggested having drinks with her husband, but I didn’t like the idea, so I made an excuse and delayed it. She knew I was making an excuse and curtly asked, “Want to drink with me?”
I replied bluntly, “No.”
Her “Why?” carried more weight than a 35 kg dumbbell.
We still had unresolved issues about our past physical intimacy and the involvement of our partners. Rekindling that spark felt unfair, but spending more time together wasn’t the best way to avoid the issue either. Eventually, she convinced me to come over for a drink at her place. I specifically asked if her husband would be there, and she said ‘yes.’
She planned everything and asked me to bring a bottle of whiskey or scotch. On the given day, I reached her place and handed the bottle to her husband. He welcomed me warmly, and we started chatting. After 2-3 pegs, I realized her husband had gone out and we were alone. Since my wife was out of the city, I had already planned to crash at Kanika’s place for the night. I changed into comfortable clothes and came back.
Suddenly, I noticed the main door was locked from inside, even though her husband was out. I didn’t think much of it and continued drinking. We were discussing random things when our past intimacy and her husband’s lack of interest in sex collided in the conversation.
She told me how much she missed a man’s touch, how she wasn’t getting any action, and how all their efforts at intimacy had failed.
Me: “Do you think he loves you?”
Her: “Of course he does.”
Me: “How can you be so sure?”
Her: “Because I know so.”
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Me: “But that’s not an answer.”
Her: “Does only having sex define love?”
Me: “I don’t know, but sex is a very important part of it.”
Her: “So sex is one aspect of love, not love entirely. If you’re confused between the two, that’s not a good sign.”
Me: “Hmm.”
Her: “Tell me something. We had good sex. Does that mean we love each other?”
Me: “I love you as a friend. I love our bonding and the company we share.”
Her: “Yes, yes, yes. Now you’re getting it. These tiny moments make two people love each other, not just sex.”
Me: “We’re having these tiny moments and we had good sex… so do we love each other?”
Her: “I love my husband.”
Me: “That’s not an answer.”
Her: “That is the answer.”
Me: “Okay, leave it. Tell me, how many times did you guys do it last month?”
Her: “I think you should ask how many times we did it last year.”
Me: “Fuck, it’s that bad?”
Her: “Yeah, that bad.”
Me: “How many times did we do it?”
Her: “I can’t even remember, but it was a lot.”
Me: “If you want, I can help you with your sex problem.”
Her: “I know.”
Me: “You know what?”
Her: “Will it not ruin your marriage?”
Me: “You only said sex and love are two different things.”
Her: “Guilty as charged.”
Me: “Is he coming back?”
Her: “No.”
Me: “How are you so sure?”
Her: “Well, we planned it in advance.”
Me: Silence.
Her: “Say something.”
Me: “It’s weird.”
Her: “I know.”
Me: “He agreed to this idea?”
Her: “It was his idea only.”
Me: “You cannot be serious…”
Her: “I am dead serious. He planned it all and won’t come back until I message him.”
Me: “No way. Let me process it.”
Her: “Take your time.”
She got up and went to the washroom while I sat there thinking. The thought of being with her again was exciting, but as a married man with commitments, the moral dilemma was strong. To ease the pressure, I made a large peg and gulped it down.
When I still couldn’t make up my mind, she dimmed the lights and came back wearing a see-through red dress with lingerie underneath. I could clearly see her milky white thighs, the shape of her boobs, and all the past memories came flooding back. I got rock hard instantly.
She walked over boldly, sat on my thighs, and asked, “Have you made up your mind?”
There was complete silence, but her perfume was mesmerizing. She brought her lips close to mine but stopped just before I could kiss her. Teasingly, she whispered in my ear, “If the answer is yes, come to my bedroom. Otherwise, sleep in the guest room.” Wink wink.
She walked away without another word, but the sight of her huge white ass jiggling as she went to her room convinced me. I needed her badly.
There was no way I was going to miss this opportunity to bang my best friend. I went to the washroom, cleaned up, and the urgency in my actions showed exactly how much I wanted to fuck her. My dick was rock hard and clearly visible through my lowers.
I reached her bedroom and knocked. She whispered that it was open. I gently pushed the door and saw her lying on the bed with candles on the shelves and a nice aroma filling the room. Everything was set for the perfect mood.
She looked at my lowers intently and teased, “Your penis can’t hide the excitement.”
I was so horny that I jumped on her, tore off her dress, and started devouring her nipples. I sucked her left nipple like a hungry kid, rolling my tongue over it while sucking hard. She wanted it just as badly and reciprocated with the same urgency. Her whole body trembled with excitement.
I adjusted my weight so she could feel my hard cock pressing against her vagina. The moment I stopped sucking her nipples, she grabbed my face and started kissing me passionately. We devoured each other like newlyweds with no intention of stopping.
Something about Kanika: She is short but really thick. She has big boobs with light brown areolas and nipples, thick milky thighs to die for, and a pink juicy pussy hidden under a bush.
As soon as I lifted myself a little, she urgently undressed me and asked me to put on a condom. I could feel her body burning with excitement. She even pulled her own panties down. She was so horny that she tore one condom in her eagerness to roll it over my thick cock. She also mentioned that her husband had brought a pill, just in case. I smirked at the idea.
The moment the condom was on, she started rubbing her pussy on my dick. Since I wasn’t in a hurry, I placed my hand on her vagina and started teasing her with my fingers. I parted her thick lips, gently touched the outer walls, and kept moving down. I repeated this until her lips were swollen and red. To tease her more, I slowly slid two fingers inside her.
The moment my fingers entered, she thrust her waist upward in excitement and then collapsed again. The intensity of our lovemaking told me this was going to be one of the best nights of my life.
I kept fingering her for 2-3 minutes while kissing and sucking her nipples. She came violently. After the orgasm subsided, she collapsed and breathed slowly. I was rock hard and eager to enter her tight pussy, so I asked if she was ready.
She simply guided my dick to her entrance and said, “Push, or I’ll come on top and ride you like a hippie.”
I held my cock with my right hand, lifted her right leg, and slowly started pushing inside. The moment the head went in, my mind screamed. She felt incredibly tight for a married woman.
I teasingly told her, “Your husband is missing a tight, wet pussy.”
She whispered, “Make it all loose with a hard, long fuck. Tonight, I’m all yours.”
I wasn’t in the mood for gentleness. I pushed hard and went all the way in. I paused for a moment so she could feel how stuffed her pussy was. Then I started moving slowly but deeply, thrusting my hips hard so she could feel my balls touching her every time I bottomed out.
I gradually increased the pace. The bed started creaking. She was already shivering, so I knew she was close again. Without warning, she shouted and begged me to fuck her faster. I increased my thrusts. Her wet pussy made all kinds of sexy noises, and her wild moaning only added fuel to the fire.
I rammed her for about 30-40 minutes. Her legs started tensing up. When I sucked her nipples again while thrusting in and out, she relaxed completely and collapsed with satisfaction written all over her face.
Without telling her, I pulled off the condom and pushed back inside her raw. Since she had already come twice, she wasn’t responding strongly. To wake her up, I pulled out, moved her to the edge of the bed, put her legs on my shoulders, and shoved my dick inside again. She knew I was about to go wild, and she got even more excited.
I pinned her hands on her tummy, held them firmly, and started fucking her hard. I made sure to pull almost all the way out and then slam back in. Every thrust made her thick ass slap loudly, which turned me on even more. I kept increasing the pace. As I bent forward, her legs tightened and her pussy felt even tighter.
I kissed her passionately, holding her face while pounding her. Our bodies collided with loud “thap thap thap” sounds, and the bed creaked wildly. I’m sure her neighbors were getting quite the audio show.
I told her I was close. She immediately wrapped her legs around my waist and begged me not to stop, “Fuck me like a cheap whore!”
With her big ass and thick thighs, the slapping sounds echoed through the entire room.
In that moment of ecstasy, we forgot everything and fucked like newlyweds. With one last hard push, I came violently inside her, filling her pussy completely. It took more than 30 pulses before I stopped. When I finally collapsed on her, she smiled.
I pulled out, and a lot of semen started flowing out of her. The moment she realized it, she slapped me hard.
“You couldn’t control yourself from coming inside me, haina? He was right. You would fill me up.”
She said it loudly, “You were right.”
That’s when I realized he had been on call the whole time, listening to every mesmerizing moan of his wife with her best friend.
At that moment, I didn’t care about anything. I even asked him, “How good did I fuck your wife?”
He replied, “Brother, you fucked her like a cheap whore… exactly the way she likes it,” and cut the call.
He thought we were done, but I was just getting started, and Kanika knew it very well.
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