I replied to her and then we both slept. In the gym, her behavior was not the same as it used to be. I found that she was sticking to me more that day... I said after the workout, “Let’s go for a drive followed by lunch and a movie.”She instantly accepted and it looked like she wanted this more than me. I went to my home, got ready and reached her flat. She was also ready. We went for a long drive till Bhopal which is 150 km. Then returned by evening, had lunch there. In the car, she held my hand. So, one day, when I returned to my house, I found out that there’s no electricity in our locality. I thought was it an added benefit, for me! I unlocked the front door and entered the house silently. The house was dark. I sneaked into my room and I found out that silhouetted body of my wife is lying on her back, with both of her legs spread. I lost my head and rapidly I undressed myself and when naked, applied some body oil on my already hardened dick and cautiously crawled over her. Then I. The scene on the screen so descriptive, the emotions running though the main character seemingly real in the way the author chose to write it. The scene was just what she had wanted to portray for herself. The unrealised dream, the fantasy that makes her gush, and the one her husband hasn’t made a reality. She almost couldn’t finish the story without running her hand down her stomach to between her legs, to touch the throbbing spot pulsing as the wetness out of her damp pussy. She read on, how. Heather recalled each individual stroke shehad applied last night, the feel of the warm flesh beneath her, thebump on her fingers of his glans.Kevin became more excited as his eyes travelled up her leg, seeingthe stocking gliding over that creamy thigh. As the stockings inhis vision came to their end, his mental gaze travelled up hismother's thigh to the white panties snugly nestling their prize. He felt himself start to cum.Heather recalled tightening her grip, stroking faster, and her.