Though both of us stop the ejaculation mid-way and my Bhabho advised me to start bull-type vaginal fuck in-hesitantly without wasting the time any mor....I looked at my Bhabho’s vagina that was covered with truly black thick, dense, curly and pre-dominantly developed strong pubic hairs to show the crystal-clear sign of an up-to-the-mark vigorous fucking maturity, emitting concentrated sexy odour.I excellently finger opened my Bhabho’s tight pussy after side tracking the heavy hairy jungle. The. She nodded affirmatively.I felt an immediate tsunami of jealousy rushing through my brain. My wife imagined being fucked by other men in order to achieve orgasm. This was a complete revelation to me. I felt betrayed. I felt hurt. Most of all I felt so turned on!‘’Who do you think about?’’ I asked, desperate to attach a face to the body of the man I was already picturing between my wife’s thighs.‘’I’m not telling you that. You’ll read all sorts of crazy things into whatever I say,’’ she. ” Now the pretense of an inner thigh massage had been thrown to the four winds, his experienced fingers began gently probing her sex. Almost involuntarily she let out a long low moan and whispered, “T-that feels absolutely wonderful, oh please don't stop.” Very quietly he said, “Why would I stop, if it brings you pleasure? I will be more than happy to continue.” A shot of warm oil directly into her crack brought another moan, and as his fingers became more insistent, she spread her thighs even. We had lunch together. Then I decided to leave, by the time I told her I am leaving, her face again became dull.M: Then she started crying saying that she misses her hubby a lot. I held her hands and started consoling. Tried to wipe her tears. Slowly I hugged her.S: Wooow.. nice. Then what happened?M: Do you really want to know what happened after that?S: Yes yes. Tell me.M: I kissed her forehead. She didn’t stop me. I took it as a green signal and kissed all over her face.S: Then.M: Kissed her.