My wife’s best friend, Bhavya

Intro: About me: I am Vijay – born and raised in Andhra Pradesh, South India (Telugu), and now settled in the Bay Area, California. Like many others, I came here as a software engineer, but over the years, I’ve built something of my own. I now run a startup, and by God’s grace, life’s been good – both professionally and personally.

I’m married to Anitha, my beautiful, smart, and supportive wife. She’s my best friend, my partner in crime 🙂, and the heart of our home. We’ve been together for over a decade and have two lovely boys who fill our lives with joy and chaos in equal measure.

I’m the kind of person who respects everyone, loves good conversations, and enjoys building deep connections with like-minded people. Friends often say I have a calming presence and a sharp sense of humor. I don’t chase drama – but I believe some of life’s most beautiful stories happen when you’re open, honest, and fully present.

This is my first story here, so please forgive any small writing mistakes. I’ve been a quiet reader of this wonderful community for years – and now, I finally feel ready to share something of my own. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed living and writing it.

If you have feedback, suggestions, or even want to just connect – whether it’s about life, tech, startups, or simply hanging out in the Bay Area or Sacramento – feel free to write to me at:
📧 mysticpenlove@gmail.com

🎬 Teaser

Not all stories of intimacy are born in secrecy. Some are born in trust – nurtured slowly over years of friendship, comfort, and quiet desire.

This is a story of two families with one long, shared past. It’s a story of best friends who became closer than sisters and a husband who respected both – until something unexpected unfolded between them… something real, beautiful, and fully accepted.

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💫 Part 1: My Wife’s Best Friend, Bhavya – Fun in California

I met Anitha during my early working years in Hyderabad. We connected easily – she was smart, grounded, and full of joy. I was lucky enough to marry her a few years later.

Back then, I also met Bhavya, Anitha’s closest friend since childhood. They’d grown up together like sisters. Same school. Same college. Same circle. Over time, Bhavya became part of my world too.

She was sharp, funny, playful – the kind of person who could roast you and make you laugh at the same time. Over the years, Bhavya got married and moved to Australia with her husband, Rajesh. Anitha and I moved to California.

Distance didn’t change their friendship. In fact, it made them more intentional – daily WhatsApp chats, shared reels, video calls, birthday videos, and even parenting advice between continents. Our boys – two from each side – grew up in parallel. They called each other “cousins” even before they met.

This year, Bhavya’s family planned a long-awaited U.S. visit, including a road trip to LA. They stayed with us in the Bay Area for a few days before that.

The moment their family arrived, our house turned into a festival – four boys laughing and screaming, two women talking non-stop, and me playing host and sidekick in equal measure.

Rajesh was calm, polite, but usually stayed focused on the kids or relaxed early in the guest room. That gave Anitha and Bhavya more alone time – and eventually, created space for something else to surface.

Bhavya had always been a bit flirty – but innocent. This time, though, it felt different. Her jokes were slower. Her glances lasted longer. And somewhere in the warmth of those evenings… something started shifting.

One night, after dinner, the kids were asleep and Rajesh had passed out with them. Anitha and Bhavya entered our master bedroom with shopping bags, giggling like schoolgirls.

I was on the bed with my laptop.

“We forgot to try these outfits on,” Anitha said.

“And we need a judge,” Bhavya added with a wink.

They tried on casual wear at first – kurtis, jeans, tops – but soon transitioned into cocktail dresses, body-hugging outfits, and then… nightwear.

They stood side-by-side, laughing, teasing, completely at ease – and looking stunning. Their builds were so similar and their chemistry natural.

“You two are dangerous together,” I said.

Bhavya smirked. “Then stop looking.”

Anitha came up behind me, wrapped her arms around my neck and whispered, “You like what you see?”

I kissed her hand. “Too much.”

Then she whispered into my ear: “She’s part of us. You’ve always felt something for her. And I don’t mind.”

Something opened inside me in that moment – not just lust. Something tender… allowed.

Anitha eventually said she needed a shower and disappeared into the steamy master bath.

A few minutes later, Bhavya called out playfully, “Ani, mind if I join?”

“Of course not,” came the reply.

I stayed where I was, listening. Their laughter turned to whispers… then silence. And I knew.

I always knew, deep down, that they had shared something deeper in the past – quiet, private, and beautiful. And now, perhaps, it was unfolding again.

A few moments passed, then Anitha’s voice floated back out: “Vijay… why don’t you come help us bathe?”

I smiled and teased, “She might not be comfortable…”

Bhavya responded softly: “I am. Please come.”

I walked in and went to Anitha first – kissed her gently, hugged her. She pressed into me. My hands traced her curves. I kissed her shoulder and neck. She smiled, looked at Bhavya, and whispered, “She’s our guest tonight. Maybe… give her some attention too.”

I turned to Bhavya.

Even in her near-nakedness, this wasn’t just a physical moment. She was still Bhavya – brilliant, independent, proud. And I saw her fully.

She smiled, a little shy, but steady.

I moved toward her. Touched her hand. She placed her other hand on my shoulder.

We kissed.

Soft at first. Then deeper. Her lips were warm and responsive, opening for me as her arms wrapped around my neck. The kiss deepened, heated, our bodies pressed together.

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💋 Kissing, Touch, and Pleasure

I broke the kiss and began to kiss down her body – slow, deliberate, reverent.

I took her breast gently in my mouth. Her gasp told me she was ready. My tongue circled, teased, and sucked as my hand massaged the other.

Her moans rose softly.

My fingers slid between her thighs, and she parted them easily, wet with anticipation. I entered her slowly – just two fingers, curling gently inside while my lips worked above. Her hands gripped my hair. Her body rocked into mine.

She was trembling.

We kissed again. Deep. Open. Needy.

From behind, Anitha whispered with a smirk, “Looks like you’re having fun… I’ll go get the beds ready.”

I grabbed her wrist playfully, pulled her in, and kissed her neck.

“You started this,” I whispered.

She smiled and left.

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🧎 Bhavya’s Turn

With Anitha gone, my wife’s friend Bhavya looked at me with something deeper in her eyes – not just desire, but permission. A quiet, glowing yes. She knelt before me, slowly, as if savoring the moment. Her hand slid around my shaft with practiced grace, fingers soft, precise. She looked up, locked eyes with me, and then parted her lips.

The warmth of my wife’s friend’s mouth engulfed me inch by inch – slow, wet, patient. I exhaled sharply, my hand instinctively cradling the back of her head.

She moaned around me softly – that vibration shooting straight through me. Her lips moved with perfect rhythm, her tongue swirling under the head, then teasing the sensitive tip with delicate flicks.

“You like that?” she whispered between strokes, breath hot against my skin.

I could only nod. “Bhavya… that feels amazing.”

She smiled and went deeper, bobbing slowly, sucking harder now, her saliva making everything glide. Her fingers tightened at the base, twisting while her lips pulled harder, hungrier.

The sound – wet, erotic – filled the steamy bathroom. My hips began to move with her rhythm, and she welcomed every thrust. Her moans grew louder with each stroke, like she was devouring me not just for pleasure, but for satisfaction.

“Don’t stop… please…” I groaned.

She looked up with mischief in her eyes and sucked even deeper – taking all of me into her throat, holding it, then slowly releasing with a pop that left me trembling.

“I want you to cum in my mouth,” she whispered, stroking me again.

“Give it to me, Vijay. I want to taste you…”

That was all I needed.

I exploded in her mouth with a groan, and she didn’t flinch. She took all of it – not a drop wasted – licking me clean, swallowing every bit while looking up with those bold, fiery eyes.

She stood up, wiped her lips, kissed my chest, and whispered: “I should go dry off and lie down…”

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💥 But I Wasn’t Done

I grabbed her wrist gently.

“Wait.”

She turned, surprised.

“You think I’d let you walk away like that… without repaying my debt?”

She blushed.

“You just gave me everything. Now… I want to give you more than you’ve ever felt.”

Her breath caught. I kissed her deeply, pushing her against the warm tiles, letting her feel how much I wanted her – not just as a body, but as a woman who deserved to be fully worshipped.

I lowered her onto the shower bench. Her legs opened naturally for me. I looked up at her, kissed her thighs softly, and whispered: “Tell me what you want, Bhavya.”

“I want your tongue…” she breathed.

I smiled and dove in.

My tongue slid between her lips, teasing, tasting. She gasped.

“Oh my god…” she moaned, louder now, her voice echoing against the walls.

I licked Bhavya slowly at first – tracing her clit in small circles, then flattening my tongue against her heat. My hands gripped her thighs, holding her open, fingers digging in just enough.

She bucked her hips. I flicked faster.

“Mmm… don’t stop… right there…” she begged.

I added two fingers – curling them gently as my tongue licked in perfect rhythm. Her moans grew wilder, her body trembling beneath me.

“Yes… yes… oh god… Vijay… please… yes…”

She came with a cry – long, shaking, intense – as I held her through it, licking softly until she collapsed into breathless laughter.

I looked up. Her eyes were glassy. Her lips parted.

“I’ve never felt that…” she whispered.

“You deserved it,” I said, pulling her into my arms.

She left with a smile on her face.

🌙 That Night

Later that night, as the house settled into silence, I walked into our bedroom where Anitha was already lying under the sheets – hair still damp, eyes glowing softly in the dim light.

She smiled at me.

“You took care of her,” she whispered, reaching out to touch my chest.

I slipped in beside her, kissed her forehead.

“Did it make you uncomfortable?” I asked gently.

She shook her head and whispered in my ear, “No. In fact… it made me proud. Watching you… made me feel lucky.”

I looked into her eyes – she meant every word.

“You’re mine,” she added, “but I loved seeing how you made her feel safe, special… full.”

She pulled my hand under the covers and placed it gently on her chest.

I began to kiss her, slow and tender, tracing down to her breasts.

She exhaled deeply as I cupped her left breast, my lips finding the familiar warmth of her skin. I took her nipple into my mouth – slowly, lovingly – sucking and swirling my tongue, knowing exactly how she liked it.

“There…” she moaned softly. “Just like that… my left one always needs more love…”

I smiled against her skin and gave her more – slow, rhythmic sucks, my hand massaging the softness while my lips stayed locked in deep affection. Her fingers ran through my hair, holding me to her as she whispered: “I was wet just watching you two… but this… this is my moment.”

I looked up and said, “This is forever ours.”

She pulled me in for a kiss – slow, open, grateful.

As we held each other, she whispered: “Next time, I want to be part of it too. All three of us.”

I kissed her again. “I want that too. But only if you’re sure.”

She nodded. “I’ve never been more sure. This… this is making us stronger.”

And with that, we wrapped around each other, skin to skin, heart to heart.

Sleep took us gently – with her left breast still resting against my chest, her fingers tangled in mine, and both of us smiling for what tomorrow might bring.