.!रमेश की हालत देखने लायक होती थी। शायद वो डर जाता था कि कही...�� मैं सच में तो किसी से चुदवा तो नहीं रही? वो लाख छुपाना चाहे लेकिन उसके चेहरे पर साफ़ दिखाई देता था। लेकिन फिर कभी वो दूसरे मर्द के बारे में बात करने लगे तो मैं एकदम गुस्सा हो जाती थी। उसे भी समझ में नहीं आता कि यह अचानक फिर क्या हो गया? लेकिन तब उसके चेहरे के ऊपर की चिंता गायब दिखाती थी।मैं भी मन ही मन में किसी और से चुदवाने के बारे में सोचने लगी थी। कोई हट्टा-कट्टा मर्द दिखाई दे तो लगता था- काश यह मुझे मिले और मैं इसके साथ मस्त चुदाई. Somehow I understood that this was something naughty and I always did it in secret. Later on I heard the words masturbation and orgasm and realised what I was doing. It only made me want to do it more.Next I started experimenting with other objects than pillows. My mother worked at a laundry and one day when I was at her work I snuck into a small room filled with big bags of laundry. I straddled a bag and started grinding my crotch against it. Then I lay on my back on the floor and embraced the. “That was close,” he said.“Yeah! I don’t want to get something like this on my record,” I replied. “May I confess something?”“Sure,” he replied.“I am not a sex worker,” I said. “I did it to fulfill my wild fantasy.”“Wow! I did not expect that,” he replied.I put the dress back on and got down from the car carrying a bottle of water. Leaving my bra and panties in the car, I walked a bit into the fog. I pulled my dress up to my waist and squatted down and started cleaning my pussy. After. My friend stood up and they shook hands. I asked my wife to sit down and left the hall to fetch cigarettes. It was predecided. I deliberately took long. I was standing in the balcony of our bedroom – we have duplex flat. My wife started talking to my friend casually and enquired about his wife. My friend was not particularly confortable talking about his wife. My wife oferred to talk his wife to which he agreed. She immediately sat besides my friend to pick up the phone. She deliberately.