Even the ones that involved other men. Oh, how young and disillusioned I was!The WifeAnd when I turned 21, I married a man of my parents’ choice. I ...as happy. He was a good looking, well mannered gentleman who ticked all of my boxes to be my ideal partner. Let’s call him K. Menon. I’m not going to reveal his name here. On our wedding night, however, we didn’t consummate our marriage and ended up talking through the night, but the morning after, we ended up having sex. My saree hunched up to the. It was then I realized I needed to change my wall and add the stack of new student work that I had gathered this week and sorted. I sighed, stood up, took the stack of papers from my desk, grabbed my stapler, and my small ladder. I kept the ladder by the window with the emergency grate so even my shortest student could open it if an emergency were to occur. I hooked my iPod into the waistband of my skirt, put my ear buds into my ears, stood on the ladder, and removed the old work with my staple. “can you husband hold you in air like this?” Rana lifted me bodily in air and gave support with his hands beneath my ass cheeks. I hooked me ankles behind him and hugged him saying no.“a real man can take you for a ride like this all night,” he said and trusted again. I was lifted bodily in air and down on his hard tool again. This was the first time that I was fucked in that position and I found that close contact and the feeling of being in air very pleasant indeed. I crossed me ankles. They looked to be sisters or mother-daughter. The fourth berth was empty. I was greeted with a strong and sweet perfume. The younger one was very beautiful, fair complexioned, with auburn hairs, dark brown eyes, rosy lips with light pink lipstick, wearing tight blue denim, and light pink top and her stats must be 38-24-36, a coke bottle like figure.Whereas, the older one was in sari, long hairs neatly tucked in ponytail, deep dark eyes that could penetrate your soul, orange lipstick on pouting.