Way…” she said, waking him from his sleep. “Oh…hey…” he replied with a sleepy smile as she walked to her bed. “How long have you been ...ere?” “Like an hour, I think.” He sat up before giving her a kiss. “Oh okay. Where’s your car?” She asked, realizing that she didn’t see his car out front when she pulled up. “It’s down the street. I didn’t want you to know I was here until you found the flowers and note.” “I saw them as soon as I walked in,” she said with a smile before returning the. “Such dimwits!” fumed Induja as she reached her seat and dropped her books on the table. Prof. Jayant, a colleague, noticed her and immediately walked up to her. Jayant Sharma was a man in late forties and was always into women other than his wife. However, he never had any luck with women in the staff room no matter how hard he tried.Everyone else was loyal to their husbands, but when he found out that the new Asst. Prof Induja was newly married and her husband worked in Gulf, he knew he had a. We look at each other. We smile. Silent music is playing from the speakers hidden in the walls. The atmosphere is nicely intimate and erotic. She is the one who decides to make the first move. "You ready?" she asks. I don't answer. I was ready as soon as I entered the building; now my panties are soaking wet. I take one last sip of wine and put the glass on the table. She does the same. She stands up and starts to undress. So do I. She lets her dress slowly slide down, revealing her beautiful. I felt like I would never finish cumming as my body convulsed and shook, and my wife climaxed with her vaginal muscles squeezing and milking my cock.As my orgasm gradually subsided, I became conscious that Andrew had his hands grasping my butt cheeks, holding me tight into my wife. I also recognized he had one of his fingers buried inside my anus to his knuckle, applying pressure to my expended prostate. I realized he had added immensely to my incredible, mind-blowing orgasm. I got up with my.