Chase continued, speaking in a suggestive tone, ‘I think it’s impossible to get bored with her, my friend.’ ‘Well, you do gotta point th...re, Chase.’ He’d love to fuck my wife, I thought, grinning. He’s never going to admit it, though. Shame. I would have to make the first move, which made me hesitant. Lupe usually handled that. ‘You want to fuck her?’ Chase started, his eyes widening. ‘What?’ He almost yelled, defensive. ‘Because I’d let you fuck her if you wanted . . .’ I. And she loved to watch me suffer! She would on purpose squeeze her boobs with her arms when we were alone in the lift and she loved how I would close my eyes and cover my crotch. This continued for a few days . She loved to tease me and I imagined how my face would look between her boobs and how she would look on her knees in front of me with my cock in her throat. This imagination itself gave me an orgasm!One rainy night in Mumbai, I was returning home after some work and it was raining. With a strap on dildo. There was no way this was real life. The elevator dinged when it got to the twelfth floor, and the doors slid open, revealing a huge black man in a dour black suit. He looked at me once, and then pointed to his left, moving out of my way. I floated down the hallway, reading the numbers on the doors. This high up, there weren't as many doors as on the floor my parents and I were on. I found 1206 and knocked quietly. The door opened, and there was the Governor. The nice. “I don’t have a choice.”“So, getting all bitchy about you having other girls...”“It would be nice if you didn’t, but this bond we’ve forged, I can sever it.”She pressed herself to me again. “What bond?”“It helps in two ways,” I said. “It helps you and me to want each other. It makes sex between us extraordinary, as good as or better than the first time. It also makes my feeding on you more efficient. I don’t need as much from you as I would someone I don’t have a bond with.”“So, then you’re.