We never made love, and we have not betrayed my wife. My bhatiji’s name is not Bardhini. Everything else is real. My thoughts, my feelings, and my d...sires… that is real. I continue to protect my innocent from the beast within, loving my bhatiji, and hiding my private hell. She doesn’t know, but she’ll recognize her Chacha’s heart if this story finds her screen. With that risk, I can only hope she’ll understand. I expect nothing, even though the man inside me hopes that if she’s here, reading. I never understood the appeal until then. It was unreal and hot and horrible. I wanted to cry and to cum into my pants right there and then, because this big mean Navy seal was slapping my face with his hard cock. Rubbing his scent onto my cheeks and my lips and into my nose."I couldn't take it. I had to pull my finger away. Alexander noticed right away and shot me a warning glare in the mirror."Slow. Don't clench. Keep going."I almost whimpered, "I can't,"I hushed, and Alex retorted, "You can,. A faint blue light filtered through the water of the hot tub and a light whiff of chlorine could be detected, until Stan poured in a jasmine scented mixture from a green bottle. Steam formed a miasma of transparent fog that lingered above the surface of the water. "Ooh, it feels scrumptious," said Nancy, as she sat on one of the plastic seats molded around the sides. "This is perfect."The others scrambled in. Bill sat between Jan and Nancy. Sandy sat on the opposite side with Stan. The guys. On that thought, Amber came. She gushed out some girl juice; not a lot, but just enough to let Brad know he’d been more than successful in delivering pleasure to her. When he allowed her to recover, she dismounted and moved so she could kiss him, and lap up some of her own fluids from his face and neck – fluids that Kat was already trying to collect with her tongue.Amber moved behind Kat and pulled Brad’s cock from her pussy. She sucked on the shaft, appreciating the rich feminine taste of Kat..