Her tongue fluttered over my folds.“Oh, yes, Olivia!” I moaned, trembling on her. “Just like that. I'm going to... to...”“Cum?” she asked....“Make me cum, Zoey! I'll make you explode!”“Yes,” I whimpered, my fingers moving.I thrust two digits into her twat. She gasped, her married pussy clenching down around my digits. I felt so wicked and wanton. Her husband had this beautiful woman. He should be loving her. He wasn't. What a pity.My fingers pumped in and out of her twat. I buried them again and. It also gives me a kick to think people might be out there getting wet or stiff on the strength of my wifes stories.As I said before her diary gives brief notes which I then get the details of when I ask questions of her while having a wank.This next one goes back to 1990 when she wrote in her diary, "Tunde came round again. He had a video with him! made him leave film with me, might have to make something up". That was all the entry said. I know from previous entries that Tunde was a Nigerian. I looked at her thin young body, my cock now throbbing pressed against her little virgin cunt. She looked at my wife who gave her a nod. With that she crawled up my body, straddling my face, pressing her hairless virgin pussy against my mouth. I could smell her sweet aroma, feel the heat of her young pussy. I gently licked her outer lips, spreading them with my tongue. I began to lick her inner labia, noticing how her inner stuck out from her little slit just like her mother. As I twirled. Then I took my hands he said again I want some water I said no more naughty things go. He said please bhabhi I want to drink now so I gave him a glass of water. He again poured on my blouse now it is fully wet and asked with angry face what you have done in low voice. And how can I go and change now my blouse now because I have to walk through hall so if my husband sees me in wet condition that to at breast wt should I say.And there is no proper reason to explain also so I was confused. Then.