My wife, Smriti was in the final stages of delivery and I had to drop her at her parent’s house as this was her first delivery. Traditionally, the f...rst delivery always happens in the mothers place in our community.This day I was having plenty of business and came home late. It was the turn of Smriti (my brother’s wife) to serve us the food. I was late, and my dad had a lot of visitors and hence my brother’s wife was very very tired. When I came home, I was very hungry and went straight to the. At first I was taken aback since I hadn't known him that long and it was only professionally. Then I figured, what the hell. I had nothing I had to do when I got home.The sky was looking dark and angry when we got out of the cab and headed up the steps. The storm was rolling in fast. I felt a bit anxious, not liking thunder and lightning. We hurried inside and climbed the stairs to his apartment.It was nice place - cozy but not small. He had windows that faced the river and the skyline. There. " Marcus whispered. Surely my wife would not do this, I thought. I was wrong. Slowly, she let her white hands fall to the hem of her skirt. She eased her skirt up and over her wide flaring hips. As the bottom edge traveled upward, it began to reveal her white cotton panties. With her skirt bunched up to her waist, my wife's white panties were on complete display in front of this large black man. As I took in the sight, I focused on the details before my eyes. Looking across my wife's pelvis, I. Her nipples got more prominent as they hardened in excitement.“Hey fellas,” she said with her best smile, “I really need your muscles for just a few minutes.”The older one looked up at her and then down to her tits. He took in their size, the cleavage created by the sports bra, and her impressive nipples. Then he looked at her; she smiled at him, knowing that she had him hooked.“What do you need, miss?”She explained the situation to them. As they looked at each other for a decision, she added,.