I looked at Anjali, she said, we will adjust. She had some luggage, I was trying to put them on top, it slipped and fell on me, it brushed my tool and...fell down. It hit me like someone kicked on my balls, I was speechless for some time, Anjali was asking me what happened. After few min, I put the luggage on top again. The compartment was private, with curtains; we had two old aged couple below and next to us. We both got up and settled down. She put a bag between us, she was on window side. We. Her body was shaking underneath his touch. His voice had broken her. Her mind was simply a jumble of his words, flowing around and trying desperately to take them in, to process the severity of them. His fingers started to dance expertly against her skin. He slid the tips through her wetness and found that spot that sent her crazy. She gasped as she fell into the rhythm of his touch, her body arching as much as was possible against her restraints. She willed him to take her past the edge. To. We all wished him on his day, all the family members arrived to wish him and we planned a party at a famous restaurant in Vasai that night.At night, all the family members gathered and we went to the party in a famous restaurant which was already pre-booked. We reached there by 8 pm and took our place. We were around 12 people having dinner. As it was one of the famous restaurants of Vasai Virar, the tables were reserved. The table next to ours, which had 5-6 chairs, was also reserved. After. But the seat of my prettiest panties, the ones I'd worn last night, was stiff with dried, thick stains and streaks, gobbets of them, and I realized it was someone else's heavily laden sperm. What had happened? What had I done?! I spent the day agonized, fearful I had thrown away my new precious relationship with my beloved wife, worried I might have done some perverse thing to disgust her, that now she would leave me.So when Monica got home I met her at the door with a Martini, and with many.