I remember my first impression of her being that she wasn't gorgeous or even really beautiful but there was a sort of innocent sexiness about her that...really caught my attention. She just seemed to draw my attention to her face and her figure whenever I saw her. I know from the first time I met Lisa I wanted to fuck her. There had never been a time when I was around her that I didn't think about taking her in the house, stripping her naked, and pleasuring her till she had gotten her fill of. That slight glance had spoken volumes. Monica was willing to bet her paycheck that she was a total surprise and that Sylvia hadn’t told Heather anything about having invited a guest to dinner. Especially one she was trying to fix her up with.“Hi, I’m Monica Doyle, I live upstairs,” she replied. “Your aunt was kind enough to invite me to dinner.”“Nice to meet you, Monica,” Heather said, the surprise on her face now replaced by a warm smile.“Why don’t you two girls have a seat in the living room. It was hot as hell. The sorry excuse for an air conditioner, was sending a weak breeze, that seeped from the slots on top of the droning beast. It was not any cooler than the air hanging motionless in the room. One small consolation crossed her mind, at least the beast was rendering air that moved. The latch on the window had refused to yield to her efforts to unfasten it.Prisoner. She was a prisoner in a hotel room, ten floors off the ground, sentenced to die a slow death by melting.The. But then Shobha proposed a thought saying, “You have a cuckold fetish… You’re turned on by the idea of another man fucking your wife.”Ashok rejected this theory but hearing confident Shobha say this got him thinking. Their conversation was interrupted when a guy approached Ashok. It was Bharat. Greeting him, Ashok guided him to another table.As they sat down and some food was ordered, Ashok initiated a conversation asking, “So, Bharat… Have you ever heard of a cuckold fetish?”“Cuck lovin’! Like.