"Oh, I will be in touch."She smiled and slowly walked away, making sure my eyes followed the sway of her ass wrapped in the grey pencil skirt.Oh, she'... fucking hot!I turned and entered the office. It was a huge space with large windows, two couches, a few chairs and a huge oak desk. I stood and waited for the invitation to enter. A voice called out from a small open door to the left of the desk."Come in and close the door," she instructed. "I will be right out."I closed the door and stood. We said we would love to and headed to where they were gathered.I sat myself at the bar to enjoy a nice brandy; my wife sat on one of the sofas with a waiter either side. My wife was soon encouraging the waiters to stroke her legs and tits. One of the waiters looked at me for approval, which I gave.Before long they had lain her on a table with her legs over the end. Her dress was around her waist, and a large cock was nudging the entrance to her swollen pussy. The first cock slid inside her, it. And in the beginning she always liked to insult her. Now this happened quite sometime later, I was about 21 then; Ragini knew nothing about my mother cum slut. In front of many she was still a dignified figure. Whenever Ragini used to come she would talk rudely to her, until one day I finally decided to marry her. On learning that, Pratima was dead against it. I can’t let you marry her. Said Pratima. Recently she was more often forgetting the fact that she was my personal slut and was behaving. I like fucking you, Charlie, but I never expected it to last. I figured maybe you guys were through, but if you’re not I don’t want to be responsible for keeping you apart.”Charlie shook his head and laughed. He kissed her on the forehead.“So this is what it’s like to be in bed with a psychologist!” he laughed. “Constantly being analyzed.”“You should bring her to the club,” Sara said.“Yeah, right,” Charlie said.“No, I’m serious,” she said. “It happens a lot. Couples are in a rut, they come in.