....................One thing I loved to do was to go to the mall while my wife would shop. Not that I shopped with her. I would sit on a bench and ...observe' the people as they walked by, both the men and the women, and create 'quickie' fantasies about them in my pervy mind.....I'd see young and old. Loved to think about the 'old' hobbling by, in their modest coats and clothes.... I'd imagine an older, pot-bellied guy in an entirely different situation, with stockings and garterbelt and. That night she called her parents and told them she was spending the night with a friend and she spent the night with him. He was older and had his own house and he fucked her in every position he could that night. He nursed her tits as he finger fucked her wet cunt. Her tits were covered with bruises from his intense sucking. She spent a lot of time at his house over the next two months and fucked him and a couple of his friends. He loved showing off her naked body to his buddies as much as he. Poonam now relaxed and acknowledged that spouse cheating was common and even her husband was fucking his secretary and even the maid in their house.I was listening to this story from the wash room and I came out with the towel wrapped around me and sat next to her and then Poonam started crying and told us how her husband had even fucked his secretary in front of her.This was the perfect opportunity for us and Mona winked at me with actions she told me that the best way to keep Poonam quite was. More sense than physical. Almost as if... No, she said to herself, dead is dead. He's gone and he can't come back to me.Another light brush across her arm startled her.This time she screamed.And woke up in bed, bathed in sweat and breathing heavily.After a moment she turned on the light, it was where it should be, and looked around her room. All was as it should be. She checked the drawer for the flashlight, found it and tested it.My God, she thought as she lay back down in her bed.She lay.