They were either side of me.“Do I get to kiss one of you?” I asked nervously.“You can kiss Mo,” Betty said.Mo moved close and I wrapped her in...my arms. As I kissed her she pulled her sleeveless dress down to reveal her naked breasts, inviting me to kiss them. I sucked her nipples and as I did I felt Betty grappling with my belt and then the button and zip of my chinos. And then she was on her knees in front of me, pulling my clothing down and off.I’m not very hairy but I do have plenty around. He made a smile, or something like half a smile mixed with eight other hapless and equivocal things, back at her.Had he seen her there? He couldn't remember. She was a short, round, boxy woman, but he didn't mind that. What struck him more was that she had big, sympathetic eyes, and a kind of fleshiness that reminded him of a woman he had once known, who liked to have sex in front of a big picture window. That was how they'd met, in fact— apartments side by side, and she had begun putting on. I ordered him to follow me. Tushar had his feet moving in some discomfort due to the additional load of the cage over his pubic region. I bent him over at the face of the bed with his feet on the ground.Tushar watched me with some dismay ranging around his eyeballs as I took out the harness from the drawer with the dildo hanging down from it. I stood before the mirror to get the strap-on perfectly over my leggings. I hiked my kurti up to get it out of my top from the head. I did my bra out as. Later that night, she called our house and chatted with my wife for a while. I sat in such nervous anticipation that I could barely think. Devyani asked to talk with me and after my wife passed me the phone, Devyani told me she had watched the video over and over again until she was sore from rubbing herself. I told her I was happy to hear that, and that I wish I had been there. My wife just smiled at me, suspecting nothing and most likely happy because I got along with her sister. I felt.