My son Raj was a good student. he is studying in a free college were only good students and students were taken. My son raj was a scholar. He was a go...d son too but after his 12 exam’s every thing changed.It was in the month of may. My son Raj had gone out to play and I was busy making breakfast for him. My husband suddenly came home, locked the door and came close to me. He was drunk and he told me he wanted to fuck me now. I was shocked I never heard my husband saying this before. I didn’t. I remember the powder from the side airbag. And the pain.My door won’t open. I try to move. I think I screamed. Cindy, don’t do that again.A good Samaritan rapped on my passenger-side window.“Break it!” I yelled. Winced. Whimpered.“Turn your head,” he yelled.I turned my head, squeezed my eyes shut, heard glass shatter, then the door open.“Are you okay, miss?” a big, burly face asked me.Winced again. “No. My leg...” Inventory. Wet. Either I peed myself or ... blood.“Leg’s bleeding...”“I called. . . knelt down in front of where your wife was standing and reached up to the waistband of her panties. She looked done at me momentarily with those sexy green eyes as I began to tug her last piece of clothing off her body . . . but I swear Brian, she put up no protest as I removed them. She gingerly lifted each of her feet as I pulled them off in fact . . . and then there I was, face to face with that nicely shaven pussy of your wife's. So Christ Brian, what's a guy to do but to try sampling a. What made things worse is that I was her supervisor and that was a definite no no. As a result we kept our marriage a secret and neither Mickey nor I wore our wedding rings. We figured we could get away with it for however long it took Mickey to get her promotion and transfer to a different department.Mickey and I have pretty decent senses of humor and our situation gave us a lot to laugh about. For one thing, Mickey is a fine looking woman working in a department with about twenty guys. There.