I’ll not share with anyone.Me – Okay, Riya.Then I opened my blouse one by one and left my right boob out. My nipple was poking so hard with wetnes... of milk.Riya – I can’t see anything there aunty, it looks fine.Me – No Riya it’s not. You can touch my nipple and feel how sore it is.Riya – Okay, aunty.Then she slowly took her hand and placed it on my boob. When she placed her hand there, my whole body shivered and my nipple became harder and milk started dripping due to the pressure.Me – Touch my. Every woman there complimented her on her dress. Every man there wanted a better look at her breasts. Several men told me how lucky I was to have a wife as beautiful as Sylvia. I thanked them.My boss took me aside and asked me if I wanted Jim Johnson’s job, that he was retiring and that there was an opening for me if I wanted it. Of course I wanted it. Then he asked me how badly I wanted it. I was confused. He then made it quite clear that he wanted to fuck my wife. After which he would. Our eyes met, and somehow it just happened. I leaned forward again and kissed him on his lips. He kissed me back. Pretty soon we were locked in a tight embrace kissing each other. I pulled his shirt which was tucked into his pants, and put my hands under it. I ran my hands all over his back, digging my nails into it at intervals. Ijaz, emboldened by my response, put his hand under my top and pressed by my boobs over my bra.Ijaz finally broke our kiss and leant back a bit. I tugged at the waist. The camo dressed stern-faced young man wore a sandy-colored beret with a metal, gold and silver badge, depicting the sword Excalibur, with flames issuing upwards from below the hilt, with a scroll across the front of blade inscribed with the regimental motto “Who Dares Wins”, on a black shield pinned to the beret.“It’s a routine drill, Sir,” He said.Looking him in the eye, I said, “They don’t pull the Special Air Service away from Perth, fly them across the continent in a few hours, for a drill.