“And my husband?” I pressed.“Tell him you need a few days to sort through some things,” Robert instructed. I stayed quiet, mulling things over...in my mind. What he was telling me made good sense. I needed to think a few things through.Robert was a smooth guy. His advices seemed right on target. I needed some time away and to think things through.“Do you have a place to go?” he asked.That was a problem for me, I acknowledged. My husband knew all of my friends and I was sure he would pester them. I saw many of my friends eyeing on her desperately.I use to enjoy itBut never talked about it to anyone.But my desire was getting strong day by day so I decided that I have to do it.I made a plan.One day I called up sus and told her that lets have a party today come to my flat.She agreed at once.Within half an hour sus arrived at my flat.At first I smooched her deeply. She was looking gorgeous in her indian wear.She wore a light pink salwar kamiz. A very simple dress indeed but simplicity. I once used a hand held counter to count how many strokes Tim did while fucking Andrea that time. 1788 . After it was over I started it again and just as Tim was about to shove his cock into Andrea from the rear I heard the garage door opening. I jumped up and went into the kitchen to greet her. I opened the door just as she reached for it. Her hair was a mess and she was carrying her pantyhose in one hand. I kissed her cheek and asked her why she wasn't wearing her hose. She said Keith took. I asked, “So what did they do, bend you over the counter top and fuck you?” She said, “No, it was on one of the tables.” I asked what went down. She replied, “They took turns fucking me while I sucked the other guys cock.” She had a naughty little grin as she recalled the event.K was never very descriptive with her recollections of previous sexual relationships. It was like pulling teeth to get details from her. And whenever I asked for more details she would get embarrassed and decline to.