“The lucky guys are numbers one, three, four, six, eight, seven, ten. The three remaining can watch.” I motion to number one for him to get going...before walking back to the car and getting inside. I dim the headlights so I can see a piece of the action. I stroke myself as I watch one guy after another push themselves inside my wife. Some bang her hard and fast, some just fast. I imagine all the come that is being pumped inside her. However, I do notice that number one guy hasn’t come. He. After sometime, we resumed our journey. It was around 9.30 PM by then and another 2 1/2 hours drive to my town. While we were talking , I involuntarily or may be by the hidden desire started caressing my wife’s exposed waist ,back and tried to slide my hand as much in the sari to feel her buttock by slight grasp. After half an hour or so, I was too aroused by fondling her. Since it was long time that we did not have sex, she too was enjoying it. I gave her a light kiss on the cheeks and a peck. That's when I met Arlette.At fourteen, Arlette was lovely. She was just past that coltish, giggly stage and about to make the consequential step into biological womanhood. She was tall for her age - five-foot-six - blonde, blue eyed, with long limbs and a healthy, clear complexion, somehow avoiding the 'zits' some kids area cursed with at that age. When she wasn't self conscious about it, she moved with a natural grace that was awesome. Most of the time however, she went about with her eyes. It just my shoulder seems to be a bit tight.”Me: I think you should get some rest, Ria. Ria: Maybe in a bit.She was trying to rub her shoulder, but of course, it wasn’t working.Me: Let me help you with that.Ria: Oh, thanks, Sandeep.I got behind the sofa and let Ria rest her shoulder on the couch. I gently massaged her neck and shoulders. “Hmmm, that feels good, Sandeep,” Ria sighed. She smelt nice, some faint floral scent. Ria closed her eyes. I continued to massage her, pressing my palm.