Before I could even think about it, I blurted yes I'd love to. We made arrangements for what time to be there and hung up the phone.When I got off the...phone my heart was racing and my dick was so hard it was hurting. All I could think of was this was my opportunity to be with Selena finally. Then I started to think logically again and remembered her husband would be there. I first thought she just wanted me to hang out with them and have a few beers. Then I thought maybe they are swingers and. I need to get something real quick, you can get back to fucking Brad. But don’t cum until I get back.”I nodded, and turned back to Brad as Kacey left the room. “What the fuck, dude?” Brad asked.I slid my cock back into his tight ass, “What?”“What’s going on?”“Not sure.” I lied. I wanted to fucking pound his ass, but knew it would probably make me cum too soon, so I held off until Kacey returned. I thrust all the way into Brad in one fluid motion. He grunted. A few minutes later Kacey returned. I always wanted to go for long rides, but every time he used to take me in bus. Gradually, there grew a bitterness and quarrels on a daily basis. I could no more imagine sleeping with such a person. But the woman in me could not sleep. She was hungry. There was a Punjabi neighbor staying on our top floor, who was also my husband’s colleague. His name was Manohar Bajaj. He was married and had a son aged two years. His wife, Nilam was very tall, lean but very good complexion. She was good looking. “Yes, Ma’am, I guess so,” I said.“You think it’s ok to get an erection while I torture your wife’s nipples and shove a finger in her ass?”“Um, no, Ma’am, I guess not,” I said. I wasn’t really sure what the right answer was there, but I suspected it didn’t matter anyway.“No, it’s not, of course,” she muttered. She walked over to one of the drink trays and took one of the empty glasses still holding ice.She walked back in front of me and withdrew a cube that she rolled about in her hand. She went.