Unmayil, antha vishayam ellame manayaalum-aathukkaraukkum thaan theriyum. (Everything is not rosy after marriage. Sometimes people think that it is al... fun. But the truth only the husband-wife would know).Linga: So, manni, ungaloda life dull-aa? (So Bhabhi, your life is dull?)Manni: mm…Manni, turned to look at the scene again. This time it was Michael fingering Joy. She was staring at it with full focus.Linga: Hmmm…So ungalukku kashtumaa irukkaa manni? (So, you feel the difficult position. I got up and went towards my wife. I gave the motel key and my phone number to one of the black men telling him to call me when they are finished fucking this black cock whore.Aren’t you going to watch? Asked one of the black men.No she is all yours I said as I got up and left.As I was leaving the black man with the motel key showed it to the black man finger fucking my wife. He nods his head in approval. Out by my car I see my wife leaving the bar with the 3 black men. They all walk together. Either you are or you aren't. It's like being sort of pregnant."I stopped pacing. I really didn't want to talk to this guy, who obviously only wanted to get into my proverbial shorts. "We aren't 'sort of' married. We _are_ married, he just wasn't my husband when I married him."They man frowned. "I don't get it, but it certainly sounds like an interesting story. Can I buy you a cup of coffee while you tell it to me?" He held out his hand. "My name's Roger."I thought for a moment. Roger would. You suddenly feel the walls of my pussy squeezing against your fingers as I slide my fingers deep inside of my throbbing hole, my fingers probing my depths and caressing the hot walls for my pussy. You slip quickly out of your pants unleashing your swollen cock as you move to the head of the bed. You grab a handful of my hair and pull my mouth away from my nipple bending down to suck it deeply into your mouth. You run your tongue roughly across it for a moment your teeth scraping at the tender.