Friends with Benefits – 1

Friends with Benefits Erotica:- Ayesha had come to a big mall in Mumbai to look for a kurta for her husband Hanif. She also needed some bras, panties, and a few household things for herself. She was walking around with her four-year-old son Sahil, moving from one shop to another because she had the habit of bargaining. For a middle-class family, that was the most important part of the day—finding whatever was cheapest.

Friends with Benefits Erotica

While she was shopping, a pair of eyes kept watching her intently as she went from store to store. Slowly those eyes followed her into the shop where Ayesha was still bargaining. Then a hand rested on Ayesha’s shoulder. When she turned around, she froze for a long time. She couldn’t believe it. The hand didn’t belong to a stranger—it belonged to her childhood friend Saumya, whom she was meeting after ten long years.

The moment Saumya saw Ayesha up close, she looked her over from head to toe with hungry eyes. They hadn’t seen each other in a decade. Tears filled both their eyes, and they hugged tightly, crying. They started complaining to each other—where had she been all these years? Not even a single call or message. Then Saumya suddenly realized where they were standing. She composed herself and helped Ayesha calm down too.

Watching this whole scene, Ayesha’s four-year-old son Sahil was staring at them. He grabbed the edge of his mother’s shirt and tried to hide behind her. Ayesha took his hand, brought him forward, and introduced him to Saumya. Saumya looked at Ayesha and immediately understood that this was Ayesha and Hanif’s son. She kissed Sahil on both cheeks and took the two of them to her cabin.

Yes—this mall belonged to Saumya. She had come from Delhi to Mumbai after ten years for a meeting related to this very mall. The mall was owned by her husband, Ajay. Saumya brought them into her cabin and told her secretary to order lunch. Within a short time, pizza and burgers appeared in front of Sahil. He looked happy, but still sought silent permission from his mother with his eyes. Saumya told him, “Come on, beta, what are you waiting for? This party is on me. Your mom and I have had so many parties like this.”

Hearing that, Ayesha drifted into a five-second flashback of the days when she had enjoyed her youth to the fullest. Saumya snapped her fingers in front of Ayesha’s eyes, and she came back to the present.

Ayesha looked at Saumya with full attention. Even today she was the same as before—a slender, well-shaped body, round full breasts, a narrow waist, and a sexy neck. When Saumya asked, “Where did you disappear to, my sister?” Ayesha replied, “Saumya, it’s getting late. His father could come home from work any minute. I still have to cook for him, and there are other household chores waiting.”

Seeing how anxious Ayesha looked, Saumya said, “We’ve just met after so many years. Tonight we have to open a bottle for sure…”

Ayesha’s version of what happened next:

Ayesha: “Yaar, I also want to spend time with you, but not today. We’ll meet again some other time.” She wrote her number on a pad lying on Saumya’s desk.

Saumya: “Alright then. Come on, let me drop you home.”

Ayesha: “No, yaar, why should you go through the trouble? We’ll take an auto.”

Saumya: “What are you talking about? Come with me. I’ll drop you.”

She picked up her car keys from the table and started walking out of the cabin. Ayesha followed unwillingly, holding her son Sahil’s hand. They sat in Saumya’s car and headed home.

Ayesha’s house was small but neat and lovely. Her father-in-law had been in a government job. After he retired, he had built this house with his hard-earned savings.

Saumya stopped the car in front of Ayesha’s house and wanted to walk her inside, but Ayesha quickly got out, said a hurried goodbye, and rushed inside with her son. Seeing that, Saumya smiled. When she started the car again, she noticed Ayesha’s shopping bags still in the back seat.

Saumya: “Here, take these. You forgot them.”

The moment she stepped inside the house to hand them over, she heard Hanif shouting. It sounded like he was fighting with his wife.

Hanif: “You bitch! I need money for alcohol right now!”

Ayesha: “Don’t drink any more. The doctor told you to rest.”

Hanif: “You sister-fucking whore! You tell me to rest at home so you can go out and give your cunt to whoever you want, you bitch!”

With that he slapped Ayesha hard across the face.

Saumya was standing at the gate watching everything. She couldn’t hold back. In a rage she stormed up to Hanif and grabbed him by the balls.

Saumya: “You motherfucker! Raising your hand on a woman—and on the one I love more than anyone in this world!”

She said the last line while looking at Ayesha in a soft voice. Tears filled Ayesha’s eyes.

Hanif was writhing in pain, but Saumya didn’t loosen her grip on his balls.

Ayesha ran over and tried to stop the fight between her husband and Saumya.

Ayesha: “Saumya, please just leave for now!”

Saumya glanced at Ayesha once, then walked out of the house. She put on her sunglasses, started her car, and drove away.

Ayesha sat down on the floor and started crying. After a while she pulled herself together and got busy with the household work.

Meanwhile, after finishing her work, Saumya returned home. The entire incident from that day kept replaying in her mind. Before dinner she went to take a shower.

The moment the cold water hit her body, some of the tension eased. She closed her eyes and drifted back to the morning—seeing Ayesha after so many years.

Ayesha’s face kept appearing in front of her eyes.

Thinking about her, Saumya closed her eyes and began applying gel to her body while enjoying the cold water. The morning kept coming back to her—her Ayesha, that face, the way she spoke, her neck, her lips… and those ripe breasts that had briefly become visible when her dupatta slipped as she got out of the car.

Saumya’s hand moved on its own to her already warm pussy, and she started rubbing herself. Ayesha wouldn’t leave her mind. After a while of touching herself, her legs began to tremble. She had never felt this restless even with her husband Ajay’s cock. The only relief she was getting came from the image of Ayesha’s face. Suddenly she came, and the words slipped out of her mouth on their own: “My whore still makes me wet.” She opened her eyes and smiled.

A little later she stepped out of the bathroom. Then she remembered Hanif, and her mood turned dark again. She picked up her phone and took out the pad from her laptop bag where Ayesha had written her number.

But when she dialed, the number was wrong. She tried again—still wrong. She started getting worried.

Saumya’s servant: “Madam, should I serve your food?”

Saumya: “Wait a minute. I have something to do.” She grabbed her car keys and left.

Saumya drove fast and stopped in front of her friend Ayesha’s house. Seeing the crowd gathered outside and hearing the loud shouting from inside, she immediately understood what was happening. She dialed a number on her phone, parked a little distance away, and watched the scene unfold from inside her car.

A short while later a security vehicle arrived with three or four officers. They cleared the people standing outside, went into the house, and within seconds dragged Hanif out, put him in the vehicle, and drove away.

Ayesha came out crying and begging the officers to let her husband go, saying it was a private family matter. The officers paid no attention and took Hanif away.

Ayesha sat down on the ground and wept bitterly. After some time she left Sahil at the neighbor’s house and took an auto to the security station.

Saumya sat in her car, blowing cigarette smoke, and watched the entire scene. After a while she drove home, ate dinner calmly, and tried to watch the news. But her mind wouldn’t settle. Worry for her friend—her Ayesha—kept bothering her.

Somehow she went to bed and tried to sleep.

At the security station, no one paid much attention to Ayesha’s requests. She was told to sit and wait. Ayesha spent the entire night there.

In the morning, when Hanif’s intoxication wore off, the events of the previous night came back to him. At the same time, the noise and movement at the station woke Ayesha up.

A little later the station in-charge arrived. Ayesha tried to speak to him, but she wasn’t allowed to meet him.

About an hour later a car stopped in front of the station. Saumya stepped out wearing a coat and pants, looking every bit the businesswoman. She had come for some paperwork, but she ignored Ayesha at first.

Ayesha saw her and went over.

Saumya: “Ayesha, what are you doing here? Oh my God, look at the state you’re in.”

Ayesha, crying, told her the entire story of the night and started sobbing again.

Saumya listened quietly, then tried to comfort and reason with her.

Saumya: “Look, Ayesha, I wanted to tell you this yesterday too. This Hanif is not right for you. He neither respects you nor loves you.”

Ayesha looked at her angrily. “So what should I do? Leave my husband? And what do I tell my child—that his father is a first-class drunk and a bastard?”

Saumya stroked her back and said, “Look, it’s in your hands now—how you want to live. You’ve spent so many years serving this alcoholic, cleaning up his vomit, listening to his abuse. Do you want your son to grow up in this environment? I can get your child admitted to a good school, and I can even try to straighten your husband out if you want.”

Ayesha understood. Wiping her tears, she folded her hands and said, “Please, just get Hanif out of here for now.”

Saumya told her, “This will take at least an hour. Sit in the car with me. I’ll finish the formalities and come back.”

When Saumya entered the station, she smiled at the in-charge, shook his hand, and said, “Thank you for doing all this on just one call from me. Now just make sure this man never raises his hand on a woman again.”

The in-charge smiled back and replied, “Of course, madam. Whatever you say. After all, a security officer’s job is to serve the public. Just give us a little time.”

After that conversation Saumya came out, sat in the car with Ayesha, and lit a cigarette.

Ayesha: “What are they saying? How long will it take?”

Saumya: “Just wait a little, darling.” She turned on some music and raised the volume.

Inside, the officers got to work and gave Hanif a proper beating. There wasn’t a single part of his body that wasn’t hurting. Finally they released him with a strict warning: if he ever did anything like this to his wife again, they would make him remember it the hard way.

Hanif came out slowly—scared, hungry, thirsty, and in pain.

The moment Ayesha saw him she ran over, and Hanif hugged her.

Saumya got out of the car and comforted them. Hanif looked at Saumya and said,

Hanif: “You… you came to our house yesterday.”

Ayesha: “She’s the only reason you’re out of the station today.”

Hearing that, Hanif folded his hands in front of Saumya and thanked her.

Saumya: “Alright, now take good care of your wife. And both of you come to my place this evening for dinner.”

Ayesha: “But listen—”

Saumya cut her off and looked at Hanif. “Jiju, you’re coming to my house this evening for dinner.”

Both Ayesha and Hanif agreed.

Saumya dropped them home and then left for her own work.