The way I performed that act, convinced me he had the cleanest cock in the hotel."At breakfast", he said, turning as he was leaving the bathroom, "mak... sure you are commando, or your man will see this", he threatened, holding his phone, "I will look to make sure".I knew what was on his phone would be difficult to cry ****, all those orgasms, what the fuck, what did my body enjoy this abuse?I felt exposed as I went down in a short skirt and joined him and my husband at the bridal table. He. We dressed up and left for the theatre. There was rarely any crowd in the audience. Those few present were busy kissing each other. We too did not resist and kissed each other. Rekha wanted me to go a step further and lick her pussy. I agreed and did so. She moaned very loudly that everyone looked at us. I felt very embarrassed. Rekha apologized to me and we left for home. It was night and we were tired. We did not have sex that night and decided to do it next morning.Next morning I woke up. I explain a little of my glorious world, and she explains a little of her lunatic fringe one."God, this bra is killing me!" she groans in an unladylike manner.I start to rebuke her, until she raises her arms above her head taking her sweater - my former sweater - with them. I start to get more than a little hot - it's humiliating."Would you help me with my bra?" Richard asks in my most pleading voice. I wonder what the bitch is up to. Well, it is a reasonable request, so I go over and take it. She was wearing a light brown salwar kameez that night.When I reached at the kitchen she was pouring water, her back was towards me. I quickly and quietly closed the kitchen door. I went towards her grabbed her from the back, closed her mouth with one hand so she won’t be able to make any noise. Due to shock or something initially she didn’t move but then started struggling to get free. I somehow managed to hold her. Then I whispered in her ear that I want to have sex with her. I told her that.