Oh? Is that all I get? she asked, clearly disappointed. Her hands on her hips, the moonlight casting shadows on her face, adding to the comical dramat...c stance. I, shaking, leaned in, my lips meeting hers, my first kiss. Nothing felt as great. Her lips, soft, sweet, my hand slowly tracing her cheek. My heart raced, knowing there was never a moment I felt more. She gripped my hand, stood on her toes and kissed me once more, quickly, softly, with a smile. I had to make sure I remembered it right,. She’d thought he was good, but the truth was THEY were good. The friendship and closeness that had grown in the short week they’d known each other had led to the most explosive, intense, fulfilling, addictive couple of hours of sex she could remember. So much for just good friends! Actually that’s the problem — we ARE good friends. She turned to check the time. ‘Oh fuck!’ She turned back to look at Keith, who still hadn’t moved. Well that’s not a bad thing! You can go to the bathroom, shower,. When we came out, we were shocked to see both men naked with erect cocks and were playing with them. Seeing them naked immediately put Sneha at ease.We started dancing, gyrating. As she warmed up, Sneha was becoming bolder, giving hip jhatkas and boob shakes and within minutes we removed our blouses and bras also and were dancing wildly. My cunt juices were now flowing freely, I was afraid they would be visible as it trickled along thighs.After we collapsed in sofa after couple of dances, M.D. That would cost me a bit but I suppose we both had enough income to live separate lives. The very thought of it made my blood run cold. I didn’t want to live alone, and I didn’t want to start looking for a new woman. I still loved her the way I did when I married her. A vision from many years ago flashed into my mind. I was sitting in a lecture theatre Two rows in front of me sat Sara. She was playing with her hair as she listened and made notes. All I could do was look at her, watching her.