Her life was sedate. There were faculty teas and an occasional play or concert on campus, but the two lived quietly. Daughter Lindsey and son, Jacob, ...ere both grown, married and living in Seattle and Denver respectively. Although relations were cordial, the great distances that separated them and careers and families of their own prevented frequent homecomings. She had acquaintances on campus, but the other faculty wives seemed too wrapped up in their children and far too concerned with. Seven women sat on yoga mats in a circle, conversing softly. Facing Ami, at the top of the circle was the most unusual woman Ami had ever seen. When she saw Ami she stood and Ami stopped dead in her tracks. Even in the dim light, this woman glowed. Luminous alabaster skin was topped by thick, dark red hair cascading down her back. But what drew Ami's attention were her tattoos. They were exposed by her tank top, one on each deltoid. They appeared three dimensional, as if they were raised on her. I would have been happy with just this part. Not to say I wasn’t taking advantage of being naked as much as I could, though. There were days when I could and days when I couldn’t. Sylvia was unique in the area. She had all the money she should could dream of, but she only had help at the estate on certain days. Typically, she had help present three days of the week. Wages are so low that even if people didn’t really have enough to do, most wealthy had daily help just to be able to assist in. So coming back to the story. My story fifty shades of me in Pune got a tremendous response and many of the ladies were interested in knowing more. But the lack of guts made most of them just thinking of it and not giving it a try. But one of them seems too much interested. She was a 39-year lady whose hubby was in some mnc and always on a tour. I came to know she had a pretty good sex life but many of her fantasies had remain fantasy. She was bored of the same spreading legs, taking him inside.