"Honey, it wouldn't be right to let these guys leave with sticky wet cocks, would it?" I asked her."No, it wouldn't, I better clean them before they g...," she told me. She dropped to her knees, Harry told her how to kneel, "keep your legs spread open don't hide your pussy," he told her. Knelling there with her legs spread wide open she licked her lips and asked who was first. Harry turned to me and said, "I was wrong she doesn't need much training she's a NBSS." I had to ask what he meant, he. The next thing I knew, which shocked me to some degree, was the sudden emergence of her hand down between her legs. I thought at first she was merely about to scratch one of those sudden itches we all get. But it quickly became evident that wasn't the case. Instead, I watched as Gran slow stroked her slit, now fully revealed to me as she sat there legs bent, and now widening far more openly than they had been even a moment ago."Holy shit! She's ... she's ... masturbating!" I thought to. She wrangled the back of it. Her ass was jiggling, she was 10 lbs. overweight, shorter than tall, brunette with pale skin. She propped up on one foot exposing her beautiful pussy, I put my hand on her calf. I wanted to express to her that she was revealing herself. She hadn’t even noticed. She looked down at me and smiled, she was proud that she fixed the vent. She turned around, her crotch within inches of my face. u*********sly, I hadn’t let go yet, she put her hand on my head and said” we. The next day, Gayathri was a bit stiff in her movements. Sriram said he had learnt massaging, and offered to massage her. Normally I would object to a man massaging my wife, but here I was confused between jealousy and the obvious sexual chemistry between him and my wife. I wasn’t sure how far I wanted this to go. Did I want to watch him fuck my petite wife? I didn’t know, but I said okay for the massage.We all headed to the bedroom, and Gayathri removed her pallu. It was still exciting every.