We stopped and looked at each other eyes. Her eyes were saying everything. I don’t understand why her husband was not having sex just because she lo...t her job. Women should be respected for their character and love not for their job and salary. Not only him, there are many husbands / bf’s chasing money while they leave their women. Or they don’t respect her feelings. I understood Smitha was upset and wanted some helping hand both in job and sex. I thought not to leave her in this mindset…By. I shake the image from my head. We walk across the hall, into my wife's and I's bedroom, and led her into the ensuite, I picked up a towel from the cupboard and as I turned around, there she was bent over the sink, faucet running, water soaking her white coffee stained skirt, a red bra came through the wet linen. Lucy would look up out the bright window, admiring the sunlight beaming through, enveloping her perfect face in light, then drop her head directing back to her soaking shirt. I don't. I said jokingly, ‘Well, that happened.’ I held her hand as I led her to my car and opened her car door for her. I whispered to her that she looked amazing in her dress, as I held her door. She thanked me and blushed furiously. She then complimented me on my ensemble. I thanked her, then shut her door and off we went. We arrived in no time. I gave my keys to the valet, Jennifer and I laced arms, as I then escorted her inside. I liked how easily we seemed act around each other. We seemed like old. I use to see the odd guy around after dark but they would be standing playing with their hard cocks.As I continued I could hear they where talking about a few particular girls they knew and comparing notes on how they had fucked them. It went on for a few minutes till I suddenly noticed that each guy had his hard cock out of his fly and one was pulling the other and likewise. I thought this very strange. In trying to get an even better look I got my feet all tangled and slipped forwards banging.