I never understood and I still don't understand my wife and how she could just leave her only c***d and I. I remember it was his 18th birthday, about ...ive months ago. She came home from work, late and drunk as usual, and was very enraged. She kept ranting on about how god had cursed her with a fucked up c***d, I told Will to take my car and go where ever he wanted and that I would call him when this was all over with. After hours of yelling I told her to get all of her things and leave for. He looked deep in my eyes. And, all I had in my eyes was terror and regret.He asked, “Hmmm so the night thing is going on haaan..? I was so tired that I slept. But thanks to your hand, it woke me up”His words were like spanks on my naked ass or slaps on my ears.All I could utter was “I am sorry, Parth”But Parth’s reaction was all the more interesting. He just put his hand on my cock and said “lets do it now”Wow!! All the more unexpected. :D :D :DNow, with the mutual consent, our sex started.As. It felt good to still have that effect on him.Since I very often dance and strip for my husband when I come home from trips, dancing for him and his buddies felt very much the same. And since my instinct was to free myself of my uniform, I placed my fingers on the top undone button of my blouse and waited for my husband to look up from his card hand. His eyes met mine and he gave a smile, a wink and thumbs up hidden at his side.He put his cards on the table and turned his chair toward me which. I can't help but want to disturb your quiet time, just like you had done to me that morning when I was still sleeping. Walking over to the lounger, I kneel beside you and take the computer from your lap. A smile tweaks at the corner of your mouth, knowing what I intend to do to you, and I can see your arousal growing already. Moving my hands to your chest, I stroke them across you pecks, I am getting aroused at the feeling of your magnificent strength beneath my fingertips. I have only one.