She opened it. I glanced through her apparels. She was wearing shoulderless red one piece dress which I had gifted in her last birthday. The length of...her dress was till her upper thigh and below it was black stockings which was making her leg look sexy. On the neck she wore a black choker with a little diamond and also a long hanging earrings on ears. Also dark red lipstick (my favourite-she knew that) on her lips and black thick eye liner. In short she was looking like a perfectly fucking. He was fucking my ass and beating my butts. His hands were pinching my boobs and he was doing all sort of BDSM things with me.In between, he was calling me with his wife’s name(Gagan). Whenever he took his wife’s name; the more powerful used to be his stroke.It used to be like completely taking the dick our and deep inside in fraction of a second. As I and Happy were busy fucking, Arsh was getting erotic too; he woke up his chair, lowered his pajamas and-and came in front of me. He positioned. The rest of the week was uneventful for her, although she did not sleep as soundly as usual and had irrecoverable dreams that left her feeling unusually aroused in the morning. She did close another good sale that made her manager happy. He reminded her how important Michael’s business was and how much he was counting on her. She was confident. He knew Michael. He thought about warning her but business was business and what would be would be. He had no specifics to tell her, just rumor. Why. Sure we still had sex, about 1 time a week, but it was all very systematic. I would go take a shower at night, when I was done I would come into the room naked. Anne, my wife would roll her eyes a little then say something "sexy" like "Ok, lets get this over with". I had to put on a condom so it didn't make a mess and she would turn out the lights and not even get naked. I would climb on top and we would go at it for about 5 minutes, after which she would get up and take a shower while I rolled.