I ask her to put on the sari in the Malayali manner while I am still asleep. She gets up and drapes herself while I look the other side. When she says...she has finished I turn around and look at her and treated to a magnificent sight. She is decked up like a doll with the pallu over her head like a coy bride and has no blouse underneath. She looks ravishing like this.She sits on the divan and I caress her face; she closes her eyes while I run my fingers over her face and neck and kiss her lips.. I wasn't sure if she had an extremely heavy response, or some guy had dumped a load.. Without pressing the matter, I said Hell yeah I liked them, Thank You. She said NO, I'll keep them, but they'll be in a magazine under my bureau. I got to them 3 or 4 times, then they were gone. I asked where they were and she said she didn't feel right about them.Roll ahead to 2013, I received at work an envelope addressed to me with no return address, no postmark and no note. Inside was a picture of my wife. I was expert in this art as I started smoking only to try this. Whenever my friends had offered me smoke, I used to refuse and never objected them to smoke. I was not interested in smoking as it's hazardous to health and I didn't like the odor. One new friend entered in our group, he was master in smoking and had art of lighting something like Rajnikant cine actor. He used to make so many different types of rings and he used to light cig with single hand and even against high wind without. Spread eagle and smiling ear to ear.“I am so spent, if Nick wants to screw tonight I am in trouble, I have to get him into that position you just had me in though, it made my cunt convulse. The angle was fucking intense. Shit honey you rocked it!”. She said with a finger in her mouth. “Holy shit I am still spasming in orgasm a little.” She was still twitching a little.“He’ll learn” I said “but until then you know where to find me you sexy fucking b**st”She just smiled and then got to her feet.