After 1 hour of the session, we returned back home and she was too happy and gave me a kiss on my cheeks and whispered in my ears that you are a great...teacher, we will go in the evening also. I was very happy and by the time we returned back, my mom was awake and my father was out for his walk. We had our breakfast and went to the room to freshen up. I stayed in my room the whole afternoon shaving my chest and pubic hair.Getting ready in all possible manner to fuck my sexy Pooja at 5:00 pm. Faster! I begged. Though he was already pounding the living shit out of me, he somehow increased the speed of this thrusts. Before long a powerful orgasm was growing within me. Im gonna cum! I announced. I no longer bothered to keep my voice down, knowing my fantasy would end as soon as my orgasm did. FUUCCCKKKK!!!!! I shrieked moments later as my pussy came to life. My body convulsed as wave after wave of cum began to flow out of me. Though I squirt in real life too, my fantasy orgasms are. The world was suddenly full of possibilities.It was another couple of weeks before he asked me again if I'd thought about the idea of him watching me get fucked. We were lying in bed at the time, his fingers expertly keeping me on the edge of orgasm. I said I'd sometimes thought about it, but couldn't imagine ever doing it. And he said that was a shame because he'd overheard a couple of women at work comparing notes about a new young guy who'd recently started there who they'd each had sex. That night I had chosen one of my favourite fantasies: Wives who love to be shared, i.e. fucked by strangers while their husbands watched or took part. I had read a couple of stories and had come to the point of serious masturbation, enjoying a fine picture filling the screen: A pretty blonde being fucked by a black guy while her husband kissed her and fondled her breasts. I was so consumed by my fantasy that I had not noticed my wife entering the room. At 0:12 I thought I should die from a.