I sat for sometime and chat about our marriage life. She enquired about my wife’s mensus and slowly started speaking about her sex life and then we ...ntered into sex stories. I somehow understood that she wanted me. One fine day, I was on leave preparing for my exams. My wife went to office. I was sitting and studying on my balcony. She waived her hand from their kitchen window. I planned for a ride.I went to her, she happily opened her door, already her eyes pulling me. She said that she is. She stood with a plastic package with a magazine inside."One copy remaining, September oh fifteen. That's Romanie on the cover.She makes me sick. She is so thin and beautiful."I paid the eight-pound invoice and step back outside. I had threeminutes and I decided to relish the afternoon sun as it aligned withLong Acre Road. The traffic moved only eastward on the one-way streetand though my skirt hem was modest a cabbie hooted."Nice milady."I blushed but smiled back as his car jerk to a stop just. Back in bed I had some morning wood to work off for someone so, in the dim pre-dawn light, I rode him until this cowgirl couldn’t handle the pain in my cheeks anymore then, let him take over. Halfway through I had a nice easy little orgasm; just about right for the morning.We had breakfast at the hotel (after coffee in the room), the girls were there and I was ‘allowed’ to invite them over. Sam went to the bathroom with me and did a quick inspection of my sore butt. There were a few awkward. She really had come out of her shell. Cindy even had her shouting that she wanted to get fucked by Mark. According to Sean, she never used the ‘F’ word before this transformation started, and certainly wouldn’t have spoken loudly in mixed company about her sexual needs if she even admitted to herself that she had them.Before we’d started to enjoy sex with Sean, I’d led him to the doorway of the master bedroom. Pam was lying on her back with her pussy tilted up so Mark could repeatedly plunge.