The bay-window had three sides and I had forgotten to draw the blind on the one facing my front door, and as I reached the window, I was in full view ...f this poor guy, who just stared with his mouth open, looking my naked form up and down, and paying attention to my vibrating dildo, which was still going strong, in my hand.We were both in shock, I was caught red-handed as they say, but as the opportunity had presented itself, I simply indicated my need for his cock, which he readily accepted,. What I feel is that Ambalike needs a much bigger cock than mine. So I was thinking the ways to get someone with bigger cock to fuck my wife passionately.Days were passing and I could not get any clue to sort out the matter. Once I was passing through passage in office and I heard these words “Saale kee Biwi badi chudakkad hai, uski choot mil jaye to maza aa jaye”. This increased my curiosity and I tried to listen the talks from outside. I was astonished to learn that it was Kumar, my colleague. Letting himself in the back door, he was surprised at how silent the house was. He felt sure he would be greeted by feminine laughter and the tinkling of coffee cups."Betty?" he called softly, wondering where she was. A quick glance out at the backyard convinced him she wasn't there. Then he heard it. A low, almost indiscernible moan. And it seemed to be coming from the livingroom! The door was closed and Doug hurried over to it. His hand grasping the handle, he hesitated. Had he imagined it?. It intoxicated and terrified her. Ten years married, with two small children, she was thirteen years older than this boy.The terror was the discovery that she could even have these feelings. For years she had felt nothing, not the tiniest spark of lust, want or need. It had seemed like everything female about her had withered and died so long ago that the memories were dim and hazy. Memories so tenuous, that she wondered if she had ever really felt them or if it had been a dream.Her husband had.