She was watching porn, without any hesitation I asked “bhabhi what r u watching porn ???” She came quickly from kitchen n turn off the TV. We sit ...own for tea n I started to talk to her about this. She said my husband least interested in me he see these videos n masturbate a lot. I was surprise by listening all this. She said we didn’t had sex for so long. I said “if you want we can have sex”. She didn’t replied. I said it will be secret. I gather all my courage n hold her face in my hand. There were no fairytales in real life. I was ready to smack him right on the bridge of the nose when she got up, all untidy angles, spilling a cup of juice, nearly knocking the table over in her haste to get out. I went after her to apologise. She was in her room packing. She had a picture of Jesus in his room stretching out his hand shooting out Star Trek rays with a heart that was actually heart shaped. I’d need to check with Tratoria and Grabowski on that one. The thing about Jesus was. She was less experienced with the outdoors, having grown up in the suburbs of LA, but no less enthusiastic. My imagination overflowed with possibilities – of new sights, majestic wilderness, hot springs, and great sex. Needless to say, we were both buzzing with energy that morning, but neither of us could have guessed how much wilder our week was about to become.We’d met a couple years earlier, at the beginning of graduate school. We were fast friends, growing close over long study. ” I walked inside and brought a glass of water and gave him. He drank water slowly, looking at me from top to bottom, in the light my just cleaned skin was shining. He returned me glass and said, “Mam you are very beautiful. May I have you?” I was just stunned by his and by the time I could react more; he forced me inside and closed the door. I shouted, “help”, but before even my word could get complete, he put his hand on my mouth, hold me tightly and took me to my parents bedroom. My parent’s.