I was pretty sure my husband was fucking around on his travels, but although he probably knew the slang words for making love in many languages, when ...e came home he always seemed too tired to invite me to make love to him, even in English, and all too often he resisted my advances if I took the initiative. I'd tried drink, but I'd realised that the biggest effect it was having was to make me put on weight, and as I'd always been proud of my body, I forced myself to give up. In its place, I. The smell was of hot ball musk, filling my lungs. Suddenly I could not step any further, my ankles being held in the mud. From behind me He whispered "all the Cum that is not fed on, that is spilled in wasted masturbation, are a sin to Him. This Nectar flows in the earth back to Him and settles in pits waiting to be regenerated into lustful worship to Him!!" At that, I was thrust to the floor of the cave, face down in what I now realized was the pit that he described...the mud a mix of earth. Her nerves tingled from her brain to her pussy. She mumbled, Oh, fuck, oh fuck, I’m cumming. OH, GOD, YES, OH, GOD. FUCK ME, FUCK ME.” Dijon then rose up, brought his body up where his bulbous cock head began stroking up and down on her labia.“PUT IT IN”, she heard Dijon order Hector. She shuddered as she saw her husband hold Dijon’s cock and place it inside her vaginal canal. She was now positive that her husband truly wanted to watch another man fuck her. Hector’s head was close as he. She then invited me to her house for a dinner, she introduced me to her parents as her colleague.She was wearing a stunning transparent saree, I was able to see her perfectly round shaped navel and she was wearing a down blouse revealing her beautiful cleavage, I was unable to take my eyes of it. She noticed me and asked what? I said “ nothing, you look amazing” She giggled and said “ Thank you” .After finishing our dinner we went to the terrace and talked for sometime and when I was about to.