Then I called my husband & asked him permission to go for a weekend trip to Goa. I had also said that I would be taking Sunitha along, so she can be o... help. My dear husband readily agreed. We packed our bags & drove to the hotel. We checked in into the hotel on Friday & had given the room number to Saro, via a text. He was to join us on Saturday & Friday was just for me & my dear wife Sunita.We spent the day roaming like a pair of new lovers. After a good lunch & a light sleep, we decided to. I washed her hair. I didn't just let the shampoo suds up, I massaged her scalp."Oh, God," she moaned. "Why did you have to be a cop?" It was either that or be a criminal. Would that work out better for you?" I'm going to smack you for that when you finish your massage, so take your time."I moved to my hands down to her neck and massaged it. I slid them down to her shoulders and massaged. I continued down her arms all the way to her wrists, massaging all the way.I took a hand and massaged it. I rubbed faster and she got her next orgasm slowly took my hands and started to massage her mulas. She loosened her bottom so that I can access her pussy easily and kept my hand there. I just put hands inside her panty and feels jungle there.She wasn’t clean shaven, her love juices were flowing out of her pooure (pussy).Its hot there and sticky. I slowly rubbed my fingers there and felt her hot pooure (pussy) and slowly started to feel there. And slowly open her pooure (pussy) lips and felt Her. I hear someone running down the steps so I turn to see who it is. My friend, dressed in a red pajama pants and slippers showing off his buff that girls are always giggling and talking about. I turn back around and start cooking again as he walks up behind me, puts an arm around my waist, and says, “Morning honey!” I roll my eyes and jab my elbow into his gut and say, “Keep that up and you won’t be eating.” He laughs and sits down at the kitchen table probably watching my cute girlish but. If.