In the evening, Tripti announced that we were going to an adult club. She wore a red, off-shoulder dress with half sleeves that barely covered her hip.... Except for long earrings, there was no sign of jewelry (not even our wedding ring).She flat-ironed her hair into slick face-framing layers, smoothed over to her right side. Her dress revealed something that I hadn’t seen earlier. There was a crown tattoo on top of her left boob. I grimaced, knowing the tattoo artist must’ve surely seen her. She was wearing a white tank top so you could clearly see the dark pink lace bra underneath. She wore a short black pleated skirt with a hint of her dark pink thong hanging out. She had short heals on and some killer lipstick. As angry as I was, I couldn’t help but get slightly stiff at the sight of her. I didn’t want to do anything rash though, so I quickly gave her the instructions on cleaning the test tubes then slipped into my back office to do some grading. Every once in a while I’d peek. .but that's what he was stroking off to." She was mortified. So was I. She put her head down on the mattress. I think she might have been crying. Jeff quietly hugged her back and just held her for a few minutes. It was fucking awful. How could this bastard do this to her? To us? I started to turn the tape off when I noticed him starting to gently rock himself inside her. She didn't react at first, but then, almost involuntarily, she began subtly moving her hips in time with his. With a. I went and locked the room came near the bathroom door and picked the lock with a needle.I enters inside and removed my cloths.I went and grabbed my bhabhi and put my face over her shoulder and kissed her softly.She looked at me and smiled.She turned around and clasped her hands around me and buried herself in my arms.I was caressing her ass and feeling her entire body.We shared a passionate kiss.Then bhabhi went down on her knees and took my cock in her hand and started stroking it.I then kept.