Mike couldn’t guess her age but knew she must be somewhere between his age, 57, and maybe 10 years older. “We’re permanent,” Mike extended hi... hand out and stood as he spoke, “just bought the lot, I’m Mike.” “And I’m Carlotta, Mike,” she smiled as Mike stood and she could see just how tall he was. She liked tall and large men and Mike must have been six foot two or more and probably weighed around 220 or so. Mike wasn’t that overweight but was obviously not thin either. “My husband is Jim.”. “Mrs. Jameson… are you ready to order?” I asked“Please call me Liz”An hour and a half had passed and I must say I was enjoying my evening with my boss’s wife, her smiled lighted up the whole room but then it swiveled away as she received a phone call, no doubt about it, it was my boss her husband telling her how he could not make it again because of some lame excuse. Suddenly my cell phone rang as Liz placed hers back into her bag with a sad but not surprising look on her face. Of course it was. We danced two numbers, went back to the table, my husband invited him to sit down, he said his name was Kamal, he sat down and immediately put his hand up my Saree. My legs spread wide open all by themselves, he put two fingers in my hot cunt and talked to my husband like they were long lost friends.He was working my pussy over so good, I was panting like a dog, my husband slid his hand under my Saree and started rubbing my clit and I was now moaning out loud. It only took a couple of minutes. I’m going to have him lick and suck my body till I can take it no more and I tingle in pure ecstasy. I want him to bite me, make me clit spasm out of control, and make my nipples hard at his slightest touch. But, most of all, I want his dick inside of me, I want him to fuck me for hours on end till we both collapse from fatigue and immense happiness. Then I want to curl up in his arms and sleep peacefully, feeling his affectionate breathe on the back of my neck making the small hairs stand.