She glanced down and noticed the bulge in Jay’s jeans. A large grin spread across her face as she thought about him. The situation was reminiscent ...f previous times in the car when both parties were getting aroused with dirty talk and stories of sexual fantasy’s each have had or would like. She turned and slid across the seat towards Jay. Sliding her hand onto his legs and rubbing his cock through her jeans. Her eyes said it all Jay could sense how horny and wet she was getting. She slowly. He gave a full glance towards rittu without knowing that she is my wife.He thought that I had bought a beautiful whore and then slightly he whispered in my ears that this was she was the best of all the prostitutes that I have bought till today.His words gave my cock a hardon on praising my own wife as a damn beautiful whore.I thought that I would fulfill all my fantasies of fucking my wife as a whore.I booked a nice room and then dilawer escorted us inside the room and then as usual I asked. Tabhi mujhe pta nhi tha ki ye awaaj bhar tak jaa rhi thi . To bahar se kisi ki awaaj lgane ki awaaj aa rhi thi to me thoda sa darr gya ki khi kisi ne kuch dekh to nhi lia. To me bhar gya or dekha to koi or nahi bhabhi hi awwaj lga rhi thi. To me unhe dekhkr shock sa ho gya or pucha kya hua bhabhi to vo boli ki tumhare ghr se ye kaise awaaje aa rhi hai chillane ki to maine bola mere ghr se ?? to bol haan tumhare ghar se to mne bola nahi to mere ghr pr to koi hain nhi aaj or me akela hu or vo bhi. I turned and Carla was standing right behind me. “Sorry,” I said, bumping into her. I handed her one of the cups and she took a quick sip. “Come on,” Carla beckoned, “Let’s go sit in my car. I’d feel more comfortable chatting in private.” I followed her out to the parking lot and sat in the passenger seat of her Lexus SUV. “Wow!” I remarked, settling on to the plush leather seat. “A Lexus.” Carla didn’t seemed moved by my compliment. I glanced at leg as her skirt settled high on her thigh..