We have a decent sex life. In the recent past, we were discussing erotic thoughts to entice our sex life. Coming to my wife’s description, she has a...bombshell of a body.No man can turn his eyes off her when she is wearing a tight dress. Her figure is 38-30-42. She is tall and her ass accentuates her sensuality when she walks. This story is when she was travelling from her home town to Mumbai. After repeated attempts, we could not get a train ticket. So finally I booked her in bus, sleeper. In. When I did, I took a load of meals and drink down, to make a fuss of him.His hands were really bad, still heavily bandaged and he struggled to do things for himself. I asked jokingly how he managed with the toilet. He said he had to sit downfor all functions, and just tried to manage. We drank quite a lot of wine, and got talking. I asked him if he was seeing anyoneand he said not (he was lying as it turned out). I asked him how he managed to masturbate! He was a bit shocked by the question.. After the winner had ?used? the loser for as long as she wished, the winner could dispose of the loser in any way that suited her. We had agreed that it was to be a true ?battle to the death?, with any losers not surviving. I found that EXTREMELY arousing, the risk of being defeated, the huge rush of winning . . . and I’d guess Lisa and Alison did too. Much as we had developed a liking for each other, this would provide the ultimate sexual rush, and we ALL wanted that unbelievable feeling of. I lifted them out and wrapped his large hand around one."Have a good feel" I told him "Squeeze them, but not too hard"He soon wanted to have a go at my nipples, which were painfully hard, and once his gentle virgin hands startedon them, my bare pussy was dribbling down my legs.He'd got kind of board shorts on, very baggy, but I could see how immensely hard he was in there, so I grabbedhis cock with both hands, through the clothing.He groaned at the contact. I dropped to my knees and undid themI.