So the real story starts when I was checking out some pictures of bhaiya and bhabhi when I saw her and impulsively decided to add her on Facebook with...a customary message of“Hi,how u doing” message, to my surprise she remembered me and the conversation started with how fed up she was me that night and how she wants to kill me, well for that she had to meet me.Messenger turned into WhatsApp in a day and soon into friendship when one day she told me how her gang in Bombay had extramarital, I took. She sipped her wine with such elegance, I felt myself becoming erect. I even enjoyed watching her smoke, wrapping those lips around the long white cigarette before leisurely releasing creamy smoke into the air.All this, added to her southern drawl kept me mesmerised. When she had finished her cigarette she again extinguished it into the ashtray I was humbly holding. This time she dismissed me to clean it by giving a languid wave of her hand. An incredible thing then occurred, the power in my. From the mirror I could clearly she her pussy glistening. She had little hair well trimmed. She pulled the stool placed nearby and stretched her leg and placed it on top of it.From the balcony, i was having a clear view. Her juggling boobs with every stroke and her ass gyrating with the movement of the vibrator. She was holding the vibrator with her right hand and caressing her bosoms with left hand trying desperately to match the rhythm. Even though the balcony door was ajar, i could clearly. Then came Freddy and Diane a young newly married couple. And then Al and Cindy who were both single emerged from the room. Jan emerged from her “art room” and with a flourish announced here are the partners for tonight” and everyone laughed and clapped. I was not surprised when Jan said to my wife Julie “stand up and take off your robe”. Julie’s robe dropped to the floor and written on her stomach were the words “Linda’s Bitch Tonight” with the word “Lesbian For the Day” written across her.