As you may know (if you’ve read any of my stories) I love looking at myself. It’s not that I am conceited, I’m just convinced. I was wearing a t...ght yellow spaghetti strap and some booty shorts; I had my favorite white bikini underneath. I made my way out of the bathroom and out to the pool area. I noticed that Mario was following me with his eyes, I could have taken my clothes off in the bathroom, but I’m never one to pass on the opportunity to put on a good show. I. I really liked it. A lot!I used to purposely keep my wife out extra late in hopes that it would be too late or she would be too tired to drive back home. I would tell her before she came over that it might be late before we got back and she was welcome to stay the night in the guest room if she didn’t feel like going home. Then nearly every night when my wife and I got home we would find her lying on the couch with the TV on. Sometimes awake other times asleep but she always had something. "I'm just going to go to his house and knock on his door," she confided her plan to her closest friends. "And what if some hottie answers the door in her Victoria's Secret nightie?" "At least I'll know the reason he ignores me." "With your kind of luck there will be some dude with him," another one responded.With her confidence now fueled by alcohol she headed out the door and to her car. She stayed in the parking lot long enough to refresh her makeup and slip out of her business length skirt. When I reached bed she on light. She was just dressed with a bridal saree, with slight makeup. My mind was blank, I was thinking is this same chubby Rizwana whom I had seen yesterday.We both hugged, I gave kisses all over her face and finally lip locked. I was kissing and biting her upper lips and lower lips. Rizwana was making her hug tighter. Later we French kissed. She inserted her tongue inside my mouth and was sucking my saliva, she was turning, twisting with my tongue and was enjoying.