It was the first time in my life I’d ever had to deal with real depression. You know, what doctors might refer to as “clinical depressi...n”. Not that I was certain what that means, but it was like something was eating at me. I felt angry with her, with myself, I thought I must be some kind of a loser, I wanted to hurt myself, get the urge to suddenly drive my car into a power pole, or one day just walk out with nothing but my passport and credit card. All pretty. However when we went to bed my wife told me to get in naked and she joined me topless. She told me that she had been thinking about our shared fantasies at Christmas time and she was certain that most she would not be comfortable doing, especially involving others in our sex life. She had though been thinking about one of my fantasies of watching another couple fuck and us watching them. She then told me that she would stroke my cock as we created a story around that scenario. To my best. ” Then I was speechless. One day I visited Rihan’s home, who was also settle now in Mumbai. His family same as before. His younger brother dauther named Alia was also 20 years old now. She was open minded for sex as she lived with her family. I discussed Rihan for marriage of Rahul and Alia. He not objected even his family member had any objections.I talked with Rahul and invited her to our home on sunday. I introduced them and said, “Rahul, Alia is actually a girl, whom you search for marry.. Then a pair of black nylons over my hairy legs hiding any evidence of body hair. My sister then handed me a bra and put in on me and then stuffed it with kleenex until it was bulging. My mother then took out of the closet a very short black mini skirt that she instructed me to wear. On top of that, a white blouse was added that really showed off my new bra. This mini skirt was so short that you could see the tops of my stockings and the ends of the garters. I started to cry and beg for mercy.