My wife is a bit chary about me meeting any lady so I had to plan the meeting in the early hours of the day. I went to her house and found her waiting...for me at the staircase. We gave each other a friendly hug and started to climb the steps hand in hand. On reach her flat on fourth flour, we went into the house and I seated myself on the sofa with she sitting close to me. We discussed lot of thing about family and work. Her husband was away on a tour for few days so both of us were quite free. How about I try to hook you up withher?" Oh yeah?" Ollie questioned, screwing his face up incredulously. "Andhow exactly do you plan to do that? You're kinda missing the man partof wingman." So what?" I huffed dismissively. "I'll winggirl it then!"The doubt on my friend's face only grew. "And how exactly is that gonnawork?" Uhm ..." I stalled for a moment, trying to think. Most of my schemesfor this sort of thing did kind of rely on being a guy. I couldn'treally hit on the woman like. Now we were hot by the action going in between us and the action going on computer screen. Without my knowledge my hand reached to the subhas boobs ( . ) ( . )… My dick was fighting with my jockey. After 10mins of long breathless smooch we broke down as both of us were breathing high. We saw each other with the lustful eyes. My hand was still working on the spongy boobs of subha to which she was moaning.. I inserted my hand in her t-shirt and started pressing boobs over her bra.Now she held my. She said “Saab, let me bathe, and come back”. I followed her to the bathroom, as I was getting desperate to have her. While opening her Petticoat, she asked me to look the other way for a minute. I turned back to find a small bathroom mirror facing me. Shanti was standing behind me, a little away from me, with her back facing mine. She never realized that the mirror was staring at her. She pulled down her petticoat, and since she was not even wearing panties, I saw her bare ass in the mirror..