"Martin, please," she pleaded. "You always make it sound so dirty. Why is it that I'm always at fault when I'm with another man and you... you're such...a saint. There's never anything wrong with your activities. Why am I always nothing but a whore?"She faked a sob, but no tears came to her eyes. Whenever the two of them had found other lovers for the night, they repeated the same scene afterward. Neither was serious, but Martin enjoyed tormenting her and calling her names as much as she enjoyed. No way I could go anywhere like this. Physically I was a wreck and emotionally I was worse. I took off the wet panties, threw them into the wash basin, washed and hung them on the shower rod and put on my pretty blue robe. Nude under the robe, I went into my bedroom, shut the door, fell on the bed and cried.My regret and sorrow was inconsolable. I was a shoplifter, a felon, a slut who had bribed the security guy with my body to avoid jail. I lay there sobbing. I was exhausted. I was no longer. She, however, went just a bit further. She had a lot of pubic hair, and other than when she was planning on wearing a bathing suit in public, she did nothing to tame it. So she would put on her panties and make sure that a lot of pubic hair was visible hanging out through the leg holes.She just liked making David pay attention to her and getting that bulge in his pants to grow. That was usually the extent of her teasing. Well, there was that one day. David was in the shower when she got home. “How could she?” thought Shalini, yet her heart knew the answer. Yasmin had disclosed on numerous occasions about her sexless marriage life. As Shalini saw Yasmin’s heavenly body reacting violently at every touch, she knew how Yasmin was feeling.Shalini’s body felt what Yasmin was experiencing. She knew what it was like being trapped in a dull marriage. Only her duty towards her husband made her subdue her urges. Looking at Yasmin’s sensuous expressions, Shalini’s body trembled.She marvelled at.