She was a bit breath less. I now was convinced that she was hot for me. I told her that instead of talking on phone it would be better to meet and ta...k. She hurriedly asked me to give her 5 minutes. She got up from the bed, adjusted her skirt and in those precious seconds I saw her shaven pussy and red thong lying on the bed. She was nude beneath her skirt. I saw her rush to her cupboard, open her top, remove her pink bra and wear a see through lace type black top which combined very well with. I used to imagine that another man is fucking her. When we stayed in Delhi last year, we had a house with a garden. Our gardener was also our chowkidar (watchman). He was young 25 years old Nepali called Balu. I noticed that he used to stare at my wife and I often noticed a bulge in his trousers when ever he came near Komal. I planned to get my wife Komal fucked by our young watchman, Balu.I instructed Balu that we will be sleeping outside on the terrace and he must come upstairs and check. I ventured a whisper. Please, just do what you want to me and leave. Please, I dont want us to get hurt, Ill do whatever it is you want. He grabbed my chin with a forcefulness that took me by surprise, but his voice was calm. In due time sweetheart. But fucking you dry is not an idea of a good time for either of us. I felt a new weight join me on the bed, between my legs. I cringed as he started stroking slit with one hand and teasing my nipple with the other. I gasped as he suddenly sealed his. You two have known each other long enough to find all the reasons not to do this, so if you still want to do it, we will make it happen,” I agreed. My very first thought was that there would be no good time to do it. So we should just continue ahead like a bull in a china shop.“Okay, what is the first thing on the list for you and I to do?” I asked.“So, you are willing to stand up with me,” Michael asked.“Of course I am willing. It doesn’t have to be official, but I’m here for anything you.