My wife held his hands as he was trying to remove her sari.“Vikram, main bheek mangti hoon, mukhe chordo” my wife pleaded “please, aisa mat karo... Mera zindagi barbaad mat karo”(“Vikram, I beg you, please leave me. Don’t do this. Don’t spoil my life”)Vikram was like a predator who was in no mood to leave his prey. Indeed my wife looked like a helpless prey as Vikram pushed away my wife’s hand, but my wife clung on to her sari. Vikram tried hard but she wouldn’t. Irritated, he slapped my wife. One day in next week, she tell to me that she want to taste the real pleasure of sex, real fun of fuck . I am a modern man and I don’t think if my wife is fucked by other guys than me , it is bad.next day I call my friend younis to our house. That day my wife were a net black saree with only red bra and panty. Her red bra looked out from her net saree. She also made a butterfly tattoo in her left breast which is looked out.Younis come at evening do handshake with my wife and my wife set near to. I saw her lick her lips a couple of times which only encouraged the four of them even more. Then the manager yelled at my sister, "OPEN YOUR MOUTH SLUT! STICK OUT YOUR FUCKING TONGUE!" Megan did exactly that, I watched her open wide; she stuck out her pierced tongue and tilted her head back ready to receive his salty load. I zoomed in with the camera so I just had her face, her mouth and his cock centered, I wanted to get the full effect of him blowing his wad into my sisters’ mouth. The. All that he had was the tiny little hand in his as he carried the crying child. Just starting to talk a little and she was all that was left of two people close to him. Helping little Katryn while she was upset over missing her mother and not being able to comprehend why she was not there with her seemed to be the only thing which kept him a little sane for a few days. He came to a few realisations from it. Their time together had only been a respite and not a way of life for him. Not for him..