We talked about general topics such as studies and all then I told her that I was feeling sleepy so I went off to sleep (just pretending to sleep). Sh... was sitting on my left side on the window I crossed my hands around my chest and pretended to sleep and slowly with some guts I kept mu right hand on her arm and kept there for sometime on seeing no reaction from her side I started moving my hands to her navel region over her kurti and slowly with the help of the potholes my hand reached more. This was, coupled with the situation, driving me literally insane. I needed to cum and the gentle touch was just arousing me to painful levels without any release.In the meantime the voyeurs were, supposedly in a discreet manner, attempting to obtain better vantage points, whilst the guy in the mustache had covered himself with a towel and was evidently masturbating himself, to my absolute delight.My wife was enjoying the situation immensely and she knew I was totally enjoying it myself. In the. While he was working, they asked if he felt OK, and he replied that hedidn't mind being on display because they were all nice guys and he feltsafe, but that he wasn't really into it. To see if he was fibbing, onesaid to Robert that if his apron had gotten wet, he'd get another one sohe wouldn't be uncomfortable. He asked Robert to turn around so theycould see.Robert obligingly put the dishcloth down and turned around, looking awayfrom their gaze in embarassment. They told Robert there were. My boy shorts. I saw a wet spot. I was drenching. I bit my lip. Oh.My.God. Im so fucking horny. What phrase am I going through? I took my right hand and lower it down my thigh. Still biting my lip, I moved away from the mirror, and back up until I felt the wall. So fucking horny. I moaned out. For a beginner, I felt like a expert of pleasuring myself. I slowly touch my thigh and reach to my inner thigh. Up and down slowly and sensitive. My skin so sensitive. I cease my pinching of my left.