This is far morecomfortable. It usually stops in the morning." This is so surreal it is driving me crazy," he said, sitting up on thecot and shaking h...s head. "I am sleeping in the kitchen like somedomestic slave, serving my wife and her lover dinner and then, when Ifinally get an appointment at the brothel and pay them £500 for a halfhour with the woman I married, she tells me that we can't have sex yetbecause I am not a regular customer and I can't be a regular customeruntil I have at least. Her tongue connecting with mine. She sat up on my face as both of her silky thighs were on either side of my face. I plunged my tongue into her moistening pussy. She groaned and looked down at me “”That’s right soldier boy. I have been a naughty girl. Better teach me a lesson and do me.” she begged said breathlessly. I wasn’t about to quit on her now. I kissed her pussy lips. She was defiantly getting wetter with her own pussy juices. She was rocking on my face as my face buried itself into her. The thing driving this was the “all-in” stakes. We had no kids. So, my relationship with Janet was my whole life. If she was another guy’s plaything; then I had to find out about it, deal with it, and move on. It would be emotionally devastating. But, there was no middle ground.Marriage has a lot of different components. The most important part is the social bond. The other person is the one human being you can trust, the one who you know will never sell you out. Of course, that is all. She went to her room. I tried to find the switch for TV but couldn’t find it. I went to room to ask for it, that’s when I first grew a sexual interest for her. She had removed her sari and was standing only with her blouse and petticoat. Those huge boobs seemed like they were going to pop open from the blouse. I got a hard-on seeing this. She turned to my side and said in a shocking voice, “Ravviiii.” Before she could say something I got paranoid and started blabbing, “sorry. Sorry Viji aunty..