She covered herself with her hand and let her eyes direct my attention back to the book.I started speaking, but I could tell she wasn't really listeni...g. I was making up words so I could track her fingers as they teased up and down. She glanced at me and I pretended to glance down at the book as I pretended to read. Both of us had our eyes focused between her legs as she pulled the panel aside.Her lower lips were already parted, and her fingers easily pressed inside. Her eyes rolled closed as. Leaning forward and putting a hand on her knee, his wife asked of mine, "What do you think of swapping husbands for some fun?" My wife turned to look at me. I saw in her eyes the way they shifted to the husband that she found him alluring, and the thought tantalizing. She smiled at me shyly and blushed. But looking at the wife I felt the same way. I took my wife's hand and winked at her. Our eyes said it all. I answered, "We think that's an attractive offer. What did you have in mind?" They. But we kept chatting whenever possible, and started role play. I used to call her kutty, chellam and so on. she calls me as mama. And address my wife as akka. this has been going on for a month. While chatting casually she said that she is going to call me after lots of persuasion she promised that she will call me, i gave her alternate number which i used in my tablet computer.She called from local number, i was surprised to see the number from my area. When i attended i got shock of my life.. ......Looking around I notice our Arab friend with his eyes very firmly fixed in to the distance behind me. Turning, I spot you making your way up a set of stairs and on to the stage. A trashy euro-pop song blaring out, I watch you as you wiggle your way across the stage, gyrating and rolling your hips until you reach a dancing pole situated just a little infront of your new friend. Wrapping a leg around the pole I watch as you push your body against the pole and lean backward your long.