” I stood up and gave my high school buddy a back slapping man hug.“Careful, dude. Not too long,” I said. “I don’t want any of these ladies ...hinking I was waiting for my boyfriend to show up to celebrate with a sausage party.”“What ladies? There’s nobody here but the bar staff. And they’re like, forty.”“Yeah, naughty forty. And I tip well.” I caught the eye of the nearest bartender and pointed to my empty glass. She nodded. “Shit, Derek. What’s it been? Two years?”“Three and change, but who’s. Each time his finger rubbed her clit, she seemed to spread her legs wider, but this was not foreplay for a night of passion. I saw the look in his eyes and this was going to be ****, pure and simple. He took my wife's hand almost lovingly and placed it around his shaft. After a few strokes, my wife got the idea and started lightly stroking his growing manhood. When his cock was fully erect, he removed Sharon's hand and knelt between her legs. He placed the tip of his dick at the entrance of her. He stopped and stepped back, my ass and pussy exposed to him. He slapped my ass, hard and then pushed the head of his cock into my virgin pussy. I squealed and he slapped my ass again, pushing more of his cock into me. I felt stretched but the pain was bearable, he slid his cock out, and then back in again. My wetness helped lube up his cock and gave him a more easy entrance, luckily for me. He slammed his cock up inside of me, causing me to scream, and I felt something trickle along my thigh.. In my town, typically women above 25 or 30, after marriage, kids etc, would only wear sarees, whereas, in this posh gated community, it was difficult to identify 40-50 years old aunties from their 15-20 years old daughters.In a couple of days, I got settled in Bangalore. The weather was good and I could sleep well. I was not interested in cooking so had food outside and used the kitchen only for milk, tea, and snacks. One afternoon, something fell on the balcony. When I went to check, it was a.