She was back shortly and she leaned over and kissed me deeply. Then breaking the kiss she said,"You OK with this? fucking all three of them?"I don't m...nd... but I will want a full report."She was gone a good two hours. I curled up and napped, knowing my new wife was in the pilots compartment fucking her ass off with three more strange men.She woke me as she slipped in past me to her seat. She had this huge grin on her face as she leaned over and kissed me. The taste of cum was strong on her. Kya btao dosto bilkul chikni aur soft gand thi uski. Itne k baad v wo kuch nahi boli fir kya tha.Maine dheere dheere apne haatho ko ushke gand ko sehlate sehlate ushke chut k pass jaise he le gaya to maine paya ki ushi chut puri gili ho chuki thi aur andar me sb gila gila mehsoos hua mujhe. Mere haath jaise he ushke chut se sata wo bilkul akadne lagi. Maine ush se puch kya hua bura lag raha to ushne kaha nahi. Fir maine ush se kah ki kya mai yaha par mtlb ushki chut par kiss kr sakta ho.To. I hate her. Ok, I admit it. Im jealous. My boyfriend looks frozen by the offer to dance. Stunned, like hes immobile, like a mannequin with a giant hard-on. I dont blame him, I guess, so I say nothing as they get up to dance. I smile, insisting that I dont mind. Why would I mind? That sounds like something a prude would do. Im certainly not a prude, so I watch my boyfriend grab this pretty young girls hand and drag her into the sea of people on the dance floor. They disappear as I drink another. ‘No.’ ‘Excellent. One of my best friends is the head chef at L’Auberge Chantal. I’ll call Henri and have him surprise us. I’ll also pick up some wine. You’re staying here, I presume?’ ‘Yes,’ she said with a growing smile. ‘Good. Then, I’ll pick up some champagne as well. I can get strawberries and chocolate from the kitchen here. By the time I return, you should be nice and relaxed. We have a small private terrace for spa clients. I’ll turn on the gas heater, and we’ll dine al fresco. Sound.