As I entered the house from the main entranceway, I heard music from the great room, as well as the sound of bed springs coming from the second guest ...oom. I almost tip-toed to the open door so to not surprise anyone. As I got closer, I could hear a man's groans, the sound of bed springs, and the sound of flesh slapping flesh. Sure enough, there was my wife, spread-eagle on the bed with Marc's ass going up and down in a fast tempo as his balls hit the bottom of her ass and sides of her thighs. Sharmila Aunty sat down on a chair and talked to us. I couldn’t help but notice her legs slightly spread apart as she spoke and I could see her sexy white thighs under her skirt. My cock became hard by looking at her sexy legs. I had to readjust how I was sitting in order to hide my somewhat hard cock from being noticed, but I could have sworn she glanced once or twice right at my cock while we talked. She even smiled at me, which made me blush.Eventually she left to do her own thing while. She told no as my father would wake up at anytime as happened in morning its me and my moms luck that he called her name otherwise we cant sense the situation. I was disappointed but after an hour my mom entered my room I was happy I jumped from my bed and hugged her can we have fun tonight she said ok I was shocked and asked about my dad she told me that she had mixed sleeping pills of my father in curd and served to him so that he cant disturb our fun tonight. I was happy and started to feel. Covered in what had to be pussy juice. Snuck past several that were left partying. Took a quick shower in the office gym. What the fuck have I done? Sure I had girlfriends before I got married but that's one of the things that you give up when you get married.I really don't remember drinking that much, though it is kinda hard looking back. They just kept topping my drink off rather than giving me a new one. Then those memories. Why couldn't I stop those two. I'm not Arnold but I am in shape. I.