”***It was only later when the blood had returned to my brain from my groin that I remembered what she had said about Sam having a girlfriend. We li...ed on the first floor of a block of flats and Sam had the ground-floor flat beneath us. We had been here for a couple of years since we got married, and Sam must have moved in about a year after that. He seemed a nice enough guy: slender, softly spoken, polite, and a little shy. At our summer BBQ in the shared garden area we chatted about this and. We discussed fantasies and even so much detail as to what exactly we like. Each time we discuss what really turns us on, I can't help but secretly rub my dick. I think you get turned on just as much, but we never seem to go as far as talking dirty and having phone sex. But each time we do talk, we seem to get to the sex part of our conversations quicker and quicker. The tension is building between us, even though, to this point, we haven't met. I think 'cause we are both married, we think we. I think my directness a moment before had emboldened him to be more vocal, his breathing ragged but delivering dirty talk almost nonstop. He was always a chatty guy, and though I would later learn that chatty people sometimes went mute in the sack, for Matt the talk didn't stop when he started having sex. “Fuck that feels good. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking God” he hissed. Now I was moving my mouth up and down on his cock in slow regular strokes, swirling my tongue around each time at. “Theek hai, tum mere sath aao. Mujhe tumharee bahut jaroorat hai! Mai tumko Haria ke sath kal dopaha aur aaj subha dekh kar buri tarah se pareshan ho gaya hun. Mai is samay tumko jam kar chodna chahata hun,” Jagan Devkee se bola.“Eh kaise ho sakta hai, mai to tumhare acche dost ki biwi hun” Devkee ne virodh kiya.“Tum mere liya ek bhai saman ho, tum mere sath eh sab gande kaam kaise kar sakte ho” Devkee Jagan se boli. “Tum apne waade ke khilaf nahee ja saktee ho, agar tum mere sath nahee chaltee.