I was on the computer. Arun was reading Sunday Express on the bed leaning on the head board. Smitha was watching a lousy Sunday movie. She was sitting...on my lazy boys chair with legs on its foot rest stool. She was clad on her Sunday sleeveless top and middie. Both of which did not cover her much. Middie was very thin and see through. So was the top , but it was very low cut also with cut openings on the sides and naval.She was rubbing her under arms and asked me ,” Dilu can you dress up my. Hubby couldn't contain himself much longer and he threw himself on me and fucked me hard. I can't describe how intense the orgasms were. But all the while, I was thinking about standing in the window, naked, legs apart, with those guys look up at me. I realised they would have had a very detailed view of my pussy from down there. Which sent me into more orgasms. We did a lot more outdoor photography after that and we've carried on having photo shoots and great sex since. I'm now early 50's. Her pussy spasmed about my dick. Hot, tight, married cunt milked my dick. She bucked and writhed, humping so fast up and down my dick. The slut was so eager for the explosion of pleasure. She moaned, clenching down so hard. Her gasps echoed through the living room, mixing with all the others.“Cum in me,” she begged. “Make my juicy pussy even juicier. I love it! I’m such a naughty wife.”“Fuck,” I groaned, releasing her nipple. My fingers dug into her asscheeks. “Your wife is cumming so hard on. She whipped up some exotic food for them. She knew that they would arriving soon, so she hopped in the shower. She put on some lace underwear and her finest perfume. She was hoping that her fantasy would come true. She so desperately wanted to know how it felt to have another woman taste her and feel her mouth against her slender body. Marsha knew that Harmony and Jessica had experimented in High School with each other and she wanted to but was just to afraid to. Thirty minutes later everyone.