You were standing by the bar drinking your drink nicely dressed and looking like you were there for a good time. I told my wife why don't you ask that...black gentleman to dance so she immediately went up to you and ask if you would be so kind and of course you did and must of knew that I wanted this also because you bumped and ground up against her the whole time getting feels. When the dance was over she came back to her bar seat next to me all out of breath saying that was hot. The next dance. I take her to my bedroom and strip her. I run my hands over her naked body. I feel her breasts and run my finger into her vulva slit. I put her hand on my naked penis and make her stroke it upright. I lay her on her back on my bed and spread her legs. I taste her vagina. I rise and mount her. I rub the head of my penis up and down her vulva and into the soft warmth of her vagina. I push my penis into her vagina and begin thrusting.She responds, slowly but strongly. Her first orgasm washes over. Maine kaha dost samajhkar ki bata do.Usne bola ke woh apni marriage life se khush nahi hai. Uska husband usse time nahi de pata hai kyunki who civil engineer hai aur kaafi busy rehta hai. Maine bola this is too sad. Woh boli kya kar sakte hai shayad bhagwan ki yahi marzi hai. Mai bola agar mai hota toh apni biwi ko hamesha khush rakhta.Aur bola khaas tum meri biwi hoti toh tum dukhi nahi hoti. Maine bola hum kabhi milte hai akele mein aur kahi jaate hai. Woh boli kya milega yeh sab se. Phir. Baker chose that moment to reach out and touch my arm. I turned my head, which I had turned toward the front of the room after Mr. Brown's questions, to get a good look at him. His hair was a dirty blonde and cut close to his head. It looked just right for running your fingers through. His eyes, a piercing blue grey, were looking into mine. His lips, a soft looking pale pink pair, were turned up slightly in a mischievous grin. He knew they had me and he wasn't going to give me time to rethink.