I walked to my apartment and turned the key. I stood still waiting to hear if he was in the living room. But apparently Shara had already taken him to...the guest bedroom. So I walked in and cautiously followed the small cooing noises. As I had guess they were in the guest bedroom. Fareed had seen no need to close the door since they were supposed to be alone in there so I could stand by the door and watch them. My beautful wife was in Fareed’s arms. Her kurta was lying on the ground and Fareed. "Excuse me" I asked.Bridget grabbed me by the back of the hair and said, "Do as your told boy, we don't want to hear any questions or see any sort of restraint on your part."I was now scared, but my damned cock was rock hard so I slowly bent over until I could feel my ass cheeks separating ever so slightly. I had never exposed myself like that even to my wife, let alone her friend. I felt so venerable, but was tingling all over. The next thing I felt a pair of hands on my ass cheeks and my ass. ''I'd love to get into your silky knickers tonight. I can't wait until next Saturday.''Well, you'll just have to, because the chauffeur will be here for Jenni and I at 11.30.''Surely we can find a private spot somewhere for a quickie?''Much as that would be quite exciting, I think I'm getting a little too old for that sort of caper. It's a young women's thing, you should know that,' she replied.'All I know is that I'd rather fuck the Lady Mayoress than any young woman, no matter how alluring. His hand was lifting her dress! "Wait wait wait!" she yelled in a high pitch squeal. "Please don't!" But it was too late. Before she could do anything, her dress was resting on her lower back and her panty-clad bottom was being repeatedly smacked with a large hand. She gritted her teeth and gripped the couch cushion. This was beyond anything she had imagined in her lusty fantasies. Every smack stung terribly, the pain only grew as his hand landed again and again. But even then, there was a part.