Her mind raced with the thoughts of the brazen couple earlier. She felt the urge to slip her hand beneath her skirt. Slowly letting her hands wander ...eneath the hem of the skirt’s waistband. The slow anticipation of her fingers meeting the solid sateen of her panty line. She eased aside the thin silky cloth that hid her most private of areas. She eased passed the soft curls that hid the coveted slit beneath. She began caressing the pink flesh below the soft patch which hid the soft lips. She removed his cock and took it in her mouth. She never sucked mine. He then inserted his cock in pussy and started banging her, she was moaning in pleasure. He came on her stomach. Both talked till afternoon and I left the house without making any sound. In evening Suraj met me in the bar . I was too much happy for him he convinced my wife and fucked her. I told him she never sucked my cock. He laughed and told me that. She likes typical Indian housewife in front of you. But in real she is a. Finally I began to urinate, stepping closer towards the bowl so I didn't miss-direct my aim and cause yet another mess. As I did so, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Chris had stepped away from the door, closing the distance between us. She now stood beside me looking down at me as I peed."Can I hold it?" she asked."What?" Hold it? Always wanted to do that ... see what it was like, you know ... being a girl and all." I don't know Chris..." I began. To me, that was bordering on a. " He walked over to the fridge and prepared something in a long glass. I asked him what it was but he said just to drink it. He untied one hand and I sipped at the glass. It was nice. I could tell it was a mix of more then one drink.For a few minutes we spoke about things in general. Then it came round to sex. I asked him where he got those ideas from. He just smiled. "Oh I've a lot more to show you yet."He then removed the glass and tied my hand back up to the post. This time he tied my free.