This story is a work of fiction.  The characters depicted within have no
resemblance to anyone dead or alive; any such resemblance is purely
coincidental.  The author does not subscribe to the acts depicted within
this work, they are for purely reading pleasure only.  It is strongly
advised that readers take all necessary precautions for the safety of all
players if they choose to act out the play of this story.

   This is a work of erotic fiction.  If the reader is turned off or
offended by such material, it is advised that they don't read any further.
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   Chapter 1 - A New Relationship

   It's not easy when your best friend's wife is a sexy looking babe.  One
is torn between the desire for her body and the need to preserve a
friendship.  In such cases it is easy to make the wrong choices.  But then
again, some of us are fortunate to have those choices made for us.

   I first saw Katrina at her marriage.  She was marrying my best friend
Kris.  Like all `good' Indian boys, Kris had allowed his parents to choose
his bride for him.  A month after they first met at a chaperoned meeting,
Kris and Katrina were wedded.

   Kris had told me that his wife-to-be was beautiful.  He has even showed
me a photograph of hers.  But it was only when I met her in person that she
really made an impression on me.  She was clearly non-photogenic.  Plus the
picture that was shown to me only had her face.  The face in itself was
good looking, but when coupled with her erotic body and swinging gait, it
took on a whole new dimension.

   They returned from their honeymoon to the city were Kris and me worked a
month after the wedding.  Kris looked notably tired and all of us friends
shared knowing winks in this regard.  Katrina's sexuality had been the talk
around the coffee machine ever since we returned from the marriage.  All of
us agreed that Kris was the luckiest creature alive.

   Over the next few months I got to know Katrina better as we would meet
almost every evening.  I stayed right next door to them and that meant I
got called over for dinner almost everyday.  Katrina was not just a great
cook, the important part was that she loved to cook.

   As I got closer to them I realized that they were not an ideal pair. 
While Kris was more of a laidback kind of person, Kats was a more
aggressive and go-getter kind.  I sensed soon enough that things were not
going great, but until Kris brought it up I couldn't broach the subject. 
That happened pretty soon.

   It was the first anniversary of their marriage.  It was just the three
of us at their place.  Kris and me sat in the balcony nursing drinks.

   "I still don't understand what I am doing here Kris", I told him.  "You
guys should be alone, cootchiecooing or something.  I feel like a bone in
the cutlet here."

   "Honestly that was my idea too.  But it was Kats who said that it would
be better to celebrate it with you as you are an integral part of this
family."

   "I'm touched and thanks."

   "When will you boys finish up, let me know so I can heat things up",
Kats said this as she joined us on the balcony and settled onto the couch
away from Kris.

   "He feels we should have celebrated alone", Kris told her.

   "Aw!  No way.  You are such an important part of this family, it
wouldn't seem right."

   At that point nothing seemed right to me.  Kris sounded tighter than
usual, and Kats more flippant that usual.  It was almost like Kats was my
friend and Kris a stranger.  Her increased flippancy seemed to be forces,
almost like she was trying to make up for Kris' reticence.

   "Hey!  We seem to be out of smokes.  Why don't we run down and pick some
more up before the supermarket closes", Kris said.

   "Sure", I jumped up eagerly.

   Something in the pervious two minutes had changed the atmosphere and I
wanted to get out and grab some fresh air.

   "Sorry about that", Kris said as we rode down the elevator.

   "Something wrong?" I asked him.

   "Lots"

   "Can I help?"

   "I dunno.  Why don't we have a smoke downstairs before going back up? 
I'd like your advice on something."

   "Things aren't good man", he started after we'd lit up the smokes.  "I
don't know how much longer I can carry on like this."

   "What happened?  Something wrong with Kats?"

   "No nothing's wrong with her.  It's me."

   "I don't understand."

   "Do you agree that Kats is sexy?" he asked me.

   "More than just sexy is what I'd say", I told him.

   "So if she were your wife you'd be fucking the shit out of her, right?"

   "That's a possibility", I said.  I wondered where this was going.

   "I don't seem to see her like that.  I know all you guys think she is
sexy, but I don't find her so.  This is driving the poor girl up the wall.
She is a very physical person.  She likes to be touched and kissed and
fucked all the time.  But I don't seem to be able to give her what she
wants."

   "Why don't you guys go to a counselor?" I asked him.

   "She's not too comfy with that.  Frankly, neither am I."

   "Then what are you guys going to do?"

   There was a silence as he got up and walked away from me.  He walked up
to the end of the street and then walked back.

   "I was hoping you could help", he told me hesitantly.

   "Me?"

   "Yeah"

   "How?"

   "Satisfy her", he told me.

   For a moment I was stunned.  I could feel the effects of the whiskey
wearing off in a hurry.  I could also feel the sweat forming below my
collar and my penis hardening inside my trousers.

   "Are you fucking nuts?" I asked him, trying to sound as shocked as
possible and hoping that the excitement I felt inside didn't reflect in my
voice.

   "I don't have anybody else to turn to man.  You are the only one I trust
and more importantly, you are the only friend of mine that she trusts."

   I was aghast as I asked, "You have discussed this with her?"

   He nodded.

   "And?"

   "And what?  She is open to the idea."

   "Fuck!  This is crazy", I said, and I meant it.  I was sweating real
hard now, but I had lost my hard on.

   We sat there in silence, both of us lost in our own thoughts.  I weighed
my options.  Whichever way I looked at it, it all came back to Kats and her
desirability.

   "Shall we go up?" he asked me.

   I nodded and we went back up to the apartment.

   It was awkward to walk back into the apartment.  The moment I laid eyes
on Kats, in my mind's screen, I saw her lying naked, with her legs
invitingly spread for me.

   Kris poured fresh drinks for the both of us and then the couple
disappeared into the kitchen.  I felt like a kid waiting outside the
principal's office wondering what his teacher was telling the big man.

   Kats came out into the balcony, alone.

   "Kris is gone for a walk.  Can we talk?" she asked me.

   "Sure", I told her sounding more confident than I felt.

   "I guess Kris has told you everything", she started.

   I nodded.

   "I just want to say that I wish you would take up his offer.  In this
mess there are two indisputable facts, one, I love Kris and two, I need
sex. If you refuse, I may, just may, go elsewhere to satisfy myself and we
don't know where that may end.  With you I would know where I stand.  You
love and care for him as much as I do and that ensures that you would do
nothing to hurt him either.  He understands this too and that is why he
brought it up."

   She waited, as if she expected me to respond.  But I was at a loss for
words.  At that point, the only thing I could think off was to take her to
bed.

   "Will you help us?" she pleaded softly.

   I nodded and looked at the floor in front of me.

   I heard her get up from her seat and approach me.  She held my head in
her hands and turned me to face her upwards.  I watched in mute shock as
her lips came towards mine.  Our lips touched and then melted into each
other.  Her tongue pushed its way into my mouth and I sucked on it before
letting it go.

   "Thank you so much", she said as we broke off.

   She reached for my crotch and felt my engorged member.

   "Do you want me to relieve you?"

   I looked towards the door.

   "Don't worry, the door needs to be opened for him.  He can't walk in on
us."

   I unzipped my fly and she knelt before me.  Together we pulled out my
penis.

   I watched in fascination as it disappeared between her lips.  I moaned
as her tongue flicked across the head.

   She began working herself up and down the length.  The excitement was to
much for me and I began to spurt into her mouth.  She didn't miss and beat
and continued sucking and swallowed all that I had to offer.

   She released me with a loud smack, then looked up at me and smiled.

   "Thank you, I needed that", she said before walking away from me.

  
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