No commitments (I'M not interested any)! Just SEX! After I've worked Pete's cock over nice and good, and after he's unloaded a HUGE quantity of cum (a...ong with the emotional frustration leading up to that), he thanks me (not needed, but it is nice that he does so anyway), and then he leaves; and I probably won't hear from him again for a month, or even longer---but eventually, as with so many of the other guys I suck-off, he'll be back!I think of what I do for Pete (and the other married guys). Alka had worn a pink top, with her perky boobs visible through a red chiffon top. And a short white skirt that looked more like hot pants, covering just her bum.It was her birthday dress and she wanted to give us a surprise. She also said that since we were only girls present, she was ready to show off her figure. She had forgotten that Akash (a male) was also there in the house. So innocent she was.Then she hugged us all and said, “Thank you,” I said, “What for?” She took my hand and guided us. This really was shocking news. I had never in my wildest imagination, thought that the strict, prim, and proper, stern-looking Ms. “Khadoos” was being pumped by her servant boy – Akash.My head was in a whirl. But I did not want to sound over-enthusiastic with this information and thought that I will ask him for more details later. But just to make sure, I said “Kya tum Baby ka Mummy ko, chodte ho?” (Do you fuck “Baby’s Mummy)?He said, “Hafte mein 3-4 din to paka, jab Maalkin school se aati hai. Doris stood before the full length mirror in her room and studied the small lines about her eyes then the somber gaze itself.That woman looking back at her was the old 'Doris', the middle-aged woman, in an unhappily marriage, and with one adult son. She was also a woman that felt guilt at giving herself pleasure that her husband could not deliver. Up until yesterday that was the most embarrassing, humiliating thing in her life - her little secret. The petite polite woman that needed to sneak.