Vo pehli bar tha jab maine chachi ko itne gor se dekha mera to khda ho gaya.Iss se hle maine kbhi chavhi ke bare me bura nhn socha tha.Par us din pta ...hn q apne aap mjhe apne pent ke andarKuch mhsus hua. Main tab 11th me tha.Main muth to marta tha par kabhi sex nhn kia tha.Chachi ne kpde dho ke jb mere pass ayi to vo kapde change kar chuki thi.Hmm ne chai pe or main apne ghr vapis aa gya. Bata dun uss bde draje ke andar hm sab ke ghar near near hai. Ghar ane ke bad bar bar mjhe vhi chachi ka. For my sins -- or perhaps as a reflection of the economic climate -- the company had put me in accommodation on the outskirts of the city. A nondescript, high rise chain hotel devoid of any flair, with a breakfast to match. But that didn't bother me one iota. Cheap hotels are the same as expensive hotels when it comes to construction: the designers always skimp on the material between bedroom walls, which suits me perfectly. Because I like to listen. I'd washed the grime of the day from my. I grabbed my purse and touched up my makeup, addinga bit more lip gloss. As I was admiring myself in the mirror, Wayne hadgotten off the couch and was now standing behind me. I smiled at him,and he smiled back. "That was a great dinner Erika, you really are afantastic woman, and housewife. You really enjoy playing this role don'tyou?"I smile back. "Well I just like looking feminine for my man, and I doreally enjoying being able to cook for my man, I am glad you like it.Now Wayne was right. As they looked back around, both men's gazes were transfixed on her breasts."What's going on here?! I'm married - and Gary has a bird."Gary still hadn't opened his mouth."You don't get paid until the job is finished," she said, with a heated challenge in her eyes.She kicked off her shoes and wiggled out of her jeans. In her full glory, she walked over to them. It didn't matter they weren't single, or they were dirty from a day's work. Hell, it didn't matter that she was married!She took Gary's.