Offered My Wife to a Depressed Friend
Copyright© 2026 by Jholer
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - To pull my friend out of his deep depression, I offered him my wife, letting her body and warmth become the bridge back to life.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Cuckold Sharing Slut Wife Indian Male Indian Female Indian Erotica
Hi, my name is Jacky, and my wife’s name is Saloni. We have been happily married for the past year. My childhood best friend is Akash, a tall and muscular guy. We were best friends since childhood, sharing everything from pens to underwear. In college, we often teased each other about sharing our wives after getting married. Saloni was my girlfriend during those college days, and Akash helped us out a lot—providing his vehicle whenever we wanted some privacy, suggesting gifts for her on special occasions, and so on.
Saloni knew about our friendship very well. Although she didn’t like him much, she never expressed it nor did she have any real problem with our friendship.
Though Akash was my best friend, he and Saloni never became close. It never happened that the three of us went out to party or watch a movie together; for Saloni, it was just me, and she had nothing to do with Akash. Saloni, I, and Akash had wonderful college days. Akash used to ask me if I had slept with Saloni yet, and my answer was always “no.” This is because I never had sex with her; she didn’t believe that sex before marriage was correct. Although we had some steamy encounters in my room when Akash wasn’t around, they were limited to kissing and caressing. Years passed, and finally, Saloni and I got married despite significant opposition from our parents. Again, it was my best friend Akash who talked to our parents and convinced them that we were perfect for each other. I can never stop thanking Akash for what he has done for me up until now.
After our marriage, we moved to Mumbai because I got a good job there, and Saloni was never interested in working. Suddenly, one day, I received an invitation to Akash’s wedding. I was shocked and happy at the same time. I shared this news with Saloni, but her reaction was not as enthusiastic as I had expected. I couldn’t attend his wedding due to work commitments, which made me very sad. He was the one responsible for my marriage, and I couldn’t even be there for his. I cursed my job for that.
Slowly, Akash and I lost touch, and we rarely spoke to each other, other than checking each other’s Facebook profiles and pictures. Akash’s new wife was very beautiful, and he deserved someone like her. I was genuinely happy for him. Days passed, and we both got very busy with our own lives. I noticed that he was inactive on Facebook, and a few days later, I couldn’t find his account at all. I didn’t bother much for a few days, but then I wondered: he was my best friend, so what could have happened to him that made him deactivate his account? So many thoughts were running through my mind. One day, I called him, but his mobile was switched off. I tried calling throughout the day, but it remained off.
Then, one fine day, his number rang. I heard a very sad, husky voice. When he said, “Jacky,” I knew immediately that something was wrong. He started crying and was inconsolable, keeping up a steady stream of tears. Then, he broke the news that his wife had sadly died in an accident, and I was heartbroken. I felt very sad for him. He became an alcoholic because he loved his wife dearly. I spoke to Saloni about this, and she was shell-shocked. I wanted to help him, to be by his side, so after much discussion with my wife, I decided to bring him to Mumbai to live with us until he recovered and was ready for a new life. So, I went to Delhi and brought him to my home.
He was in such bad condition—overgrown hair and beard, a sad face, and very weak. He had also become an alcoholic, but thank God, he stopped drinking after he started living with us. That was the first sign that he was getting better. Days passed, and his health improved significantly, though depression still lingered within him. Saloni took good care of him. Even while I was at the office, Saloni and Akash didn’t speak to each other much. It was only when I came back home that we would all sit down and chat.
Then came the problem of privacy. From the moment Akash entered our home, Saloni and I lost our intimacy. Romance became difficult; we had to do it in the hall, the kitchen, wherever and whenever we could manage. It was often frustrating for both of us. We were forced to have sex only at midnight, doing so silently to ensure that Vivep, who was staying in a room just next to ours, wouldn’t hear our screams. Saloni was somewhat unhappy with how things were going for us. We stopped going out to watch movies, thinking that if we left, Akash would be alone at home and feel lonely. As time passed, things were getting better for him but worse for us.
Saloni never complained, nor did she want Akash to leave our home. She was fully aware of our friendship. I wanted to ensure that when Akash eventually leaves, he is ready to start a new life. During our college days, Akash had secret girlfriends. He never discussed them with me, even though I was his best friend, but I knew about his affairs. I never asked him directly. His wallet always had a single condom hidden somewhere, and he couldn’t stay away from sex for long periods. I wondered whether his wife knew about these affairs. It had been almost a few months since Akash’s wife passed away, which felt like the longest period for him to go without intercourse. I knew by now that he was sex-starved.
I started noticing changes in Akash’s behavior. He became more open than before and started talking well to both me and Saloni. At night, Saloni and I used to discuss how Akash was changing and what else we could do to help him.
It was midnight, and Saloni and I had just finished some steamy, intense sex. I really admire Saloni’s body—fair-skinned and not overly curvy, exactly how I like her: smooth, saucy legs, juicy lips, perfect breasts, always ready for oral sex, and the best part, her pussy—tight and very hot. When she is nude, my God, I simply cannot resist myself. That day, as we went to sleep, I hugged her from behind. She was wearing a silky nightgown and a tight skirt. I could smell her body fragrance; it was mind-blowing. I started rubbing my cock against her ass from behind, and immediately, she turned on. My legs brushed against her smooth, silky legs, and my cock became fully erect. I kissed her back, cupping her breasts, and she moaned, “Aahhh.” I started biting her back and neck.
She turned towards me, and I could see lust in her eyes. We were both hornby by that time. I looked at her lips—juicy and moist—and slowly kissed them. It felt awesome. Then the passion erupted. We started kissing each other like mad dogs, as if years had passed. We kissed, sucked tongues, and drank each other’s saliva. My God, it was intense pleasure. I undressed myself and her completely, and we sat on the bed, starting to kiss again. I rubbed her back, her tight ass, and cupped her breasts, but the lip lock remained unbroken. Then, I made her lie on the bed, got on top of her, and started kissing again. My hard cock was pressing against her pussy, trying to find its way in. We hugged each other so tightly; her body was so warm, and I was enjoying every bit of it.