Our chats were getting progressively hotter, and by now we'd exchanged phone numbers. We had phone sex a few times, me stroking my cock while listenin... to her fucking herself with a toy. Then one night, it happened."Do you want to get fucked?" she asked."You know I do, Beverly, but you're a married woman," I said, not really caring but giving her the out if she decided to take it."And he's out of town," she replied firmly."Tell me where you live," I said, and I couldn't help rubbing my shaft a. I do have some of the old reports and papers that I've tucked away in a hideyhole.” “I think we should look those over. I have a customer that I think will help us figure it out, he's a lawyer, and has become my friend, but we can't do anything tonight. Let's go to a movie and relax.” She scooted over to me, put her head on my shoulder and agreed. After the movie we stopped at friendly neighborhood bar and had a few drinks. I could see that she was still disturbed. “What's wrong Ann? You still. But. Yes” that was me stammering like a fool.“Its ok, Prashant. No need for formalities. All the way we both have been trying to throw our shyness and awkwardness away. Its our first time, so please now you don’t make us feel more awkward.” Tanu said confidently and kept her hand on mine.I got up, locked my front door. I asked both of them to turn around with their back facing me. Both were wearing shalwar kameez. I told them not to freak out whatever I do. I took Preeya’s dupatta and blind. He pulled off his polo shirt, and then his socks, while Abi began to unbutton his trousers. He was wearing boxer shorts, and I watched eagerly as he dragged them down as well, revealing a good-sized penis that, while still soft, was clearly already starting to swell with blood.Abi gave it a jiggle with her hand.“How about that, Annie?” she said. “Not bad, eh?”“It looks very nice,” I said, not being able to think of anything better to say on the spur of the moment.“It gets better,” she giggled,.