I undressed myself and was completely naked and was lost in the pleasures of masturbation. I fucked my cunt with three fingers in my hole. I came on t...e sofa and fell asleep immediately. In my sleep, I felt hot breath on my face and as I opened my eyes. Mrs Sharma was bending down on my face and whispered , “It’s me, Mrs Sharma …Darling, I’m home now.”I woke up and then gave a little start as I realized my nakedness. “I am sorry, Mr Sharma, it was so hot that I had to take off my clothes. I. It was a mild night and she didn’t need a coat. She waved when she saw my car and sped up.“I’m sorry that I’m late,” she said. “It took me a minute to slip away from my parents and make sure nobody was watching.”“And your friend is covering for you?” I asked.“Yes. Definitely.”I wanted to ask about how much she’d told the friend, but I trusted Cara’s decision making. I took her hand in mine. She smiled and leaned toward me. Our lips met. My tongue eased into her mouth. It was the first. Mitch hated the place. He saw It only as a tax write-off, a folly that entertained his bored wife. If only he knew what really bored her!She thought of their last fuck as she sauntered back across the room. She stopped by the dresser and dug for a fresh pair of panties. She heard a rustling in the bed, knew that Mitch was looking at her white ass cheeks. She pinched them in instinctively. The last fuck had been much like the ones before. Mitch was the kind of man who could not restrain his. The main reason she does it is to make extra money for our son’s education I told him.Again in a low voice Willis asked me if I was okay with my wife going to model at hotel rooms with as he understands it the clients are 100% black men.I told him I trust my wife to do the right thing when she models. She only models clothes for the money. So far she had never let me down.She knows what I expect out of her.Willis said maybe next time he will ask for her when he is in town if I don’t mind. Like.