Nothing more happened with Prakash on our seaside trip and a couple of weeks had passed with things kind of settling down. One night, in bed, we were discussing an overnight business trip to Delhi that I had coming up when Neha dropped on me.

"You know...I'm going to be kind of lonely when you're gone."

"Well it's only going to be one night." I responded.

"Yeah." she said, "But I don’t feel safe to stay alone at night. You know about our building. If some thing happens, no one will come out for help. Then she stopped for moment and added “and our bed is so big and empty with just me in it."

That's when it finally rang clear in my thick skull what she was really getting at.

"I think I see. Maybe we need to find a way to fill that empty space." I replied.

"What do you have in mind?" she asked eagerly.

"I've been thinking about a way to get you and Prakash together again. This is a fantastic opportunity!" I answered.

At this point I became aware that my cock was at full attention envisioning my friend Prakash once again making love to my wife. Smile came to my wife’s face quickly.
I whispered "You are a naughty girl! And she hid her face behind her hands in shame".
I reached over, lifted up her nighty, put my hand down in her panties and felt her pussy, which was soaking wet.
She also quickly put her hand inside my pajama and felt my erect cock.
"Which one of us is really the naughty one here?" I asked.
"Well, we can't just call Prakash to come over and fuck my brains out, can we?" Neha said.

"I'm sure that would work just fine." I responded

"But, I bet we can come up with a better idea."

We were so worked up at that point that we stripped down as fast as we could and started fucking like wild animals. As I fucked her, my head was spinning with visions of Prakash fucking Neha and I'm quite sure hers was too by the way she was responding.

As I fucked her, I grunted out. "You like having Prakash's big cock inside you. Don't you?" She moaned, but didn't answer. "Don't you love it when he's doing this to you?" I prodded.

This time she responded with a faint "uh huh."

I was getting close to the point that I was going to cum, so I asked her "Do you want Prakash to cum inside you?"

"hummmm." she gasped.

"Then tell him." I said.

"What?" she panted.

"Tell Prakash to cum inside you!" I grunted, as I tried to hold back a river of sperm.

Neha then blurted out "Cum inside me, Prakash. Please, cum inside me. I want to feel your hot sperm inside me." Then she shouted out "Oh shit!" and began to shiver and quake in a huge orgasm.

That blew me over the edge. My balls contracted and sent waves and waves of sperm into her burning pussy.

We laid there in our afterglow and tried to decide how to approach Prakash. We both decided that we really enjoyed the seaside trip where Prakash had no idea that I knew he was fucking Neha. We couldn't come up with a plan before going to sleep, but by the next day, which was the day before I had to leave, I had a brainstorm. I showed Neha how to loosen up one of the pipes under the master bathroom sink so it would start leaking water. I told her that after she did that, she should call me and I would then call Prakash to go over and help her with it. That would give her all the time alone with him that she wanted.

Neha agreed with the plan, but then started to worry about how she looked, and what she should wear, etc. I told her that she was beautiful and Prakash would fuck her that instant if he could. She continued to fret over it so I agreed to help her get prepared. Neha went to take a shower and I started looking through her closet for clothes. I came up with a very hot black dress that she had only worn once, because she didn't like how short it was. I went into the bathroom and showed it to her.

"I can't wear that. How do I explain wearing something like that?" She said.

"How about, you were out with friends while I was gone and just returned home and found the leaking pipe?" I answered. We both agreed that was a plan.

I was still in the bathroom when she stepped out of the shower. She was so gorgeous standing there dripping wet. When my eyes moved down from her bouncing breasts to her pussy, I came up with an idea.

"Why don't you shave your pussy for Prakash?" I asked.

She thought for a minute and then replied. "Why don't you shave it for me?"

I didn't have to be asked twice. I got out the shaving cream and her razor. She went into the bedroom and placed a towel on the bed and lay down. As I started removing her pubic hair, I came to the realization that I was preparing her pussy for my best friend to use, and not for me. Her pussy was absolutely dripping wet as she was obviously thinking the same thing.

When I finished shaving her and wiping off the rest of the cream, I started to lean my face into her pussy in order to taste her sweet nectar. I was startled by her hand on the top of my head pushing me away.

"Don't you think we should save that for Prakash tomorrow night?" she asked.

Reluctantly, I agreed. I knew she was right. That way she would be that much more excited when they got together, but my fully erect cock didn't agree. I couldn't fuck my wife and didn't want to jack off, so I went to bed with a terrible case of blue balls that kept me awake on and off all night.

Working out at Delhi the next day was a terrible experience. My cock was hard on and off all day thinking about what was about to happen that evening. My mind was never on my work, it was always on my wife. Later, I went to dinner and then returned to my hotel room. Shortly afterwards, I received the call from Neha.

"Guess what?" she asked.

"What?" I answered.

"We have a leaking pipe in the bathroom." she responded giggling.

I got off the phone and called Prakash to explain the situation. Not surprisingly, he was eager to drop what he was doing and rush right over to help her.

After calling Neha and telling her the good news I tried to lie in bed and watch television, but my mind was obviously elsewhere. I stripped out of all my clothes and lay there rubbing my aching cock. As the minutes passed, I tried to guess when he would arrive there, I tried to guess when he would have my wife naked, and I tried to guess when she would be fucking him. It didn't take long to shoot an enormous load of cum all over my chest and belly. I continued to lay there naked, and after about 2 hours, for some reason, I thought that she had already had plenty of time to fuck him and send him home. I never thought about the fact that he would probably just stay there and fuck her until I returned, so I dialed her cell phone.

"What?" she asked in an annoyed tone when she answered.

"Well? Did Prakash come fix your pipes?" I asked anxiously.

It was then I heard a lot of rustling in the background.

"Actually...ugh....he's working on it....ugh....right now." she said in a breathless manner. I just then realized that I had called her in the middle of her being fucked by him.

"It sounds like he's doing a great job!" I chimed in.

"Uh huh." was the only reply I got.

"Let me talk to him" I said.

"Nuh uh." she responded.

"Go ahead and put him on the phone. Let me have some fun with him too!" I begged.

There was a pause and then I hear "Hey buddy" from Prakash on the line.

"Hey Prakash", I answered. "Thank you so much for rushing right over there to help out Neha. How's it coming? Are you getting that pipe taken care of?"

"Yeah, it's just a loose nut. I'm trying to get it screwed back into place." he said.

"Outstanding" I said. "It's hard taking care of Neha's needs while I'm gone. I'm sure glad you're there to do it for me." I followed.

"Yeah." he said, now sounding like he was out of breath. "I had probably better....ngh....get off the phone....ngh....I think I'm about done here".

I remembered those sounds from our seaside trip. My head was spinning. My own hard cock was painfully erect again and leaking precum all over me. I knew Prakash was about to cum in Neha.

Neha's voice broke the momentary silence.

"Honey....I think....ugh....I should go now." she said.

In the background I hear a moan from Prakash, followed by Neha whispering. "Oh Prakash."

There was more silence. I knew Prakash must be cumming inside my wife. Just like her last coupling with Prakash, I'm sure there was no condom. I'm sure he entered her bare. They probably never even discussed it. That meant there was no barrier between my wife's eggs and the sperm she was undoubtedly receiving from my best friend. In my mind, she was on her back. I envisioned her legs wrapped around his thighs. I wanted to see her hands clenching his ass in an effort to pull his manhood tight against her cervix as he poured his seed into her womb. Her eyes were probably rolling back in her head. Her mouth, I am sure, was open and gasping for air as his warm sperm triggered her orgasm. I imagined a thick vein running along the bottom of his cock, pulsing over and over again as waves of sperm spewed from the end of his cock and pooled deep within Neha's body. I wanted to feel what he was feeling. No, I needed to feel what he was feeling. I'm sure he felt the lust radiating from deep within Neha when he first entered her. He undoubtedly was overwhelmed, lying on top of my wife, feeling the warm soft skin of her tummy and breasts beneath him as they pleasured each other in unison. The sweet, wet, velvetiness of Neha's most private of area must have been overwhelming to him. I'm sure he could feel Neha's vaginal muscles contracting forcefully around his swollen cock as nature took over and her body involuntarily responded to his attempts to breed her. I'm sure that in Prakash's mind, at that very moment, with each thrust, through each shudder, and culminating with each spurt, he believed that he was impregnating my wife.

I was virtually unconscious with desire as own cock erupted once again began shooting my useless cum all over my chest.