Over time, and talking about it often he told me that he was proud of me and wanted to show me off. About he knew how good I was in bed and he wanted...others to know it also, and at the same time knowing I was his and his only.He said for him sex was just fun. In other cultures the host was obligated to offer to share his wife with a visitor. If I was willingly having sex with someone else it meant nothing more than having fun.If some man had lunch with us, eating a meal I fixed no one would. 70m), blonde, with a slimish profile (which is just showing a tendency to develop a bit of a tummy) and quite a nice bust. She was wearing a summer dress in a light cotton print which had a rather low cut top which showed a decent bit of cleavage when she leaned forwards. I was also aware that although she was married she was not averse to an adventure or two on the side. (Office legends ….. what would office life be without them???)I gave her half an hour or so to finish what she was doing and. To say he made her weak was an understatement. Grasping for breath, Mila panted. “Jake, you need to let me lie down, I can barely breath.” Jake took Mila in his arms and they swiftly chained positions as he spun her around and gently laid her on her back. He pressed the weight of his body against hers as he now lay on top of her. Jake showered her with kisses and explored her body completely with his tongue. Starting at her lips, he roamed down her neck to her collar bone and chest. Noticing. “You seem to be an interesting woman to talk with. So, may I have the pleasure of adding you into my list of contact numbers?” I told ‘aunty’ Sheila. She, with a sexy smile, unhesitatingly took my phone and dialed her own number. That was the beginning of a journey to her bedroom.The ‘texting’s’ followed soon after we met. Passing on mutual complimentary messages and decent wishes and civilized queries became the order of the day. Bored with such nondescript ripples, I decided to create.