Ohooooo!” I heard Mahesh’s voice from the other room as Ramesh was grinding his hips and fucking my ass.I spoke loudly “Yesss fucker….get up�...drill my ass….I love your fat cock up my ass….fuck me lover….your wife is tasting my husband’s dick in her cunt and ass….you feed my ass with your meat….aaahhh touch my clit, lover, cup my boobs, pinch my nipples, ohhhhhhhh fuck me I am cuming, feel my cunt juices…ohhhhhh lover fuck mee!” Ramesh pumped his limp cock in and out of my cunt. I felt a hot. Only after dwelling on that rich detail, did I notice the perfect balance of the left beast, the lightly trimmed bush, and the dew drops of moisture on the cleft. I literally slapped my forehead at that point. I had visual proof that I had gotten a woman aroused, but left her unrequited. Ye Gods, forgive my ignorance. Then (seriously, only then) I noticed the bright red lipstick and the hand written note, "Love Your Work." The lipstick lips were in the position of the signature. That could not. She said she didn't know but couldn't stop him once she realized what he was doing. I asked if she wanted me to pull him off and she told me it was too late and to just let him finish. She didn't want to hurt him. Then she covered herself up and started cumming again. I let them finish and held his collar so he wouldn't try to turn around. She came more than I ever saw her cum that evening. When he finally pulled out and went to his corner to clean up I got under the blanket and went for sloppy. “Actually...”“What?”She suddenly seemed a little nervous. Which was weird given how relaxed she’d been earlier. She looked at the floor, clearly trying to make up her mind about something. Then she looked me in the eye and began.“See, here’s the thing, Paul. I want you to fuck me.”“What?”“You heard.”“But ... But ... I...”I ignored that damn voice and focused on Lisa.“Okay, maybe I was a little too blunt,” she said. “But I meant what I said. Paul, I want to go upstairs and have sex. With.