Theother man’s cum glistened on her pussy lips as Iwithdrew my penis, and began the next stroke. My wifejerked her hands again, and pulled me de...ply insideher. Looking up, I saw her staring into my eyes. “Fuckme, cum in me,” she said, not begging this time, buttelling.I began to pump gently, with long strokes, but slow,tickling her recently used pussy with my cock shape. Ifelt her gorgeous breasts rubbing gently against mychest as I moved, and began to wonder about the man. The room. The light. The smell of medicine and soap. The window. Drapes closed. My chest. All white. Yes. My chest. My chest. Sledge hammer. Asian. Jazz. My beautiful Jazz.It all came back so suddenly. I relived the scene in the church a hundred times in the space of a few seconds."Oh my Jazz. My beautiful Jazz." I began crying and shaking. I squeezed the hand holding mine. The woman looked up. Her face was stained with tears. Her eyes were red and swollen. It was Lauren."I'm so sorry, Carlos.. Robert gulped in surprise before hurrying back to the waiter's station. He re-appeared a minute or so later with two steaming mugs of coffee."Here guys, this'll keep you busy while I'm uh ... on my break," he said with a nervous smile as he set the mugs in front of Sven and Kurt."Thanks Robert," Sven replied as he slid out of the booth to let me past. "I see you've brought some cream for us; make sure you give the Kid a nice big load of cream too. He loves it." Looking at the astonished look on. She introduced herself as Vanisha, a housewife with a 3-year-old kid, living with her in-laws in Indore. Her husband had a touring job. About her sex life, it was awesome but before delivery. After that, her husband lost interest in her. He even told her that she has lost her charm.We chatted casually for about 3 hours after which her husband came and she had to go offline. Next day, while chatting she asked if she could see me. Now, I don’t send my photos to strangers (Tinder is a different.