Bhabhi kafi frank thi mere unse jath se dosti ho gai me ab unke saat khet me bhi kam karne jata tha ek din me aur bhabhi ake le hi khet par kam kar ra...e the tab bhabhi kam me itni bussy thi ki unko pata nahi tha ki unki sarri ka pallu niche gira hai aur unkeMummy jaise blouse phadkar bahar anna chahate hai mere sara dyan unke mummy par tha khuch der baad bhabhi ne meri najar ko samja me kay dekh raha hu aur unhone kuch nahi kaha aur aise hi kam kar rahi thi fir hum dopehar ko kana ka rahe thi. She always smelled good and seemed to be horny all the time. She was beautiful everywhere. Now that I think about it, she even had a pretty pussy. I learned how to get most of it in my mouth while using my tongue to massage her clit. She taught me everything. She would let me fuck her ass every once in a while. She continued to spank me all summer long. She said that she loved my ass. She would lube up her dildo and slide it up my ass. I had a hard time getting used to her dildo, but she was. I fell to my knees, and grabbed her tits through the fabric of her top. Then, at the realization that I had crossed a line here, I stared at her in panic.To my surprise, she locked eyes with me, and, without breaking her gaze, reached down and guided my erection against her soaking slit. My whole head was spinning now. I closed my eyes, and slid my black shaft into the woman. The moaned heavily, and I felt a rush of her juices. I became almost delirious with arousal as I continued to slide. Somewhere below me my wife is living her own exile hidden in the bowels of our house in her office, where she has been since before day break this morning, and for all I know has been there since last night, as she appeared briefly for a hurried dinner and to kiss the kids good-night before returning to her lair. Leaving the warmth of sunlight that cascades through our bedroom window I cross silently to the dresser and the chest of drawers that not so long ago held my fantasies. Not so long ago.