I’m sorry, so sorry.’ he said repeated only those four words over and over again. He sat on the couch that he was just sobbing on fifteen minutes ...revious to what had just happened. I stood up and walked towards him stopping to fix the crumpled up persian rug he had stumbled over making sure nothing was out of place incase anyone were to walk in. I stood in front of him my crotch at his face level, I looked down at him waiting for an explanation for what had just happened. He looked at my. I am a 31 year old Marathi guy from Mumbai. I am 6ft tall, pretty well built and been told that I am good looking. I am a pretty horny guy and though I am happlily married and enjoy sex with my wife, my mind always wanders. This is a story about a true event that happened to me earlier this week. We are settled in the US and visit India every year. While we are here, I spend most of my time at my brothers place while my wife stays at her parents. The first morning after I arrived, I was having. .Imeaditly I pushed her to the wall and ran my tounge down her throat."Mmmm" I heard her moan. I couldn't believe it I was cheating on my wife and yet it felt sooooooo good to finally feel a girl want me again like desperately need my body I knew I had to fuck her. She started licking my neck "your not gonna leave any marks right" I said"No if you get in trouble your wife would kill you and I wouldn't get a second time with you" she said smiling her wicked hot smileI kissed her again with more. I leaned over and licked the last droplets of cum from the head and then gave it a wet, sloppy kiss. He had practically passed out from the force of his orgasm and his eyes were closed. I’m not sure he even knew what I had done. I hoped not.My bare hand was covered in semen. I pulled the glove off my other hand and threw it in the disposal bin.“Just lay there and relax,” I told him, “while I get you cleaned up.” I turned on the water faucet, washed the semen off my hand and arm, and soaked a.