It helped her a little when she told me what she'd done, but she could never have been expected to understand the curious thrill her confessions gave ...e from the humiliation of being forced to acknowledge my inadequacies.I had always put her younger exploits down to the insecurities of teenage years, but when I stopped to think, that didn’t explain the married years. The penny dropped. She simply needed fulfilling sex - whatever that might be. One thing for certain, though, she wasn't getting. Coming out from shock. I started searching through my clothes. I found one white long kurta. Which I once wore for a party. I showed it to her. She laughed loudly and said “Do you want me to wear it!!!”. Then I said sarcastically “I don’t have any saree or nightie to offer you”. She took that kurta from me went into the other room to freshen up and change her dress.I changed myself into shorts and T-shirts. I know that kurta is going to make her look more sexy. I was waiting eagerly to see her. He pinched and pulled at her nipples, his gaze on her face the whole time. Alluna felt the muscles deep in her groin clench deliciously. Her breasts felt heavy and so sensitive now. If he sucked her tight little nipples now she would scream in ecstasy. Her back arched in supplication. His fingers left her nipples and a sob caught in her throat at the loss of contact. Metal clinked making her look down. Alluna gasped in shock when he pinched her nipple with a golden clip and moaned in bliss. With wine pumping through my veins I shake off the discouraging thoughts and run my hands up my torso to tweak those luscious pink nipples one more time. My moans are no longer quiet. The pleasure is too much to take in silence. With one hand still cupping my breast I graze my torso with my nails as i begin a slow journey to my now trembling center.I dip one fingertip into the cleft of my pussy. I’m startled by how wet I am. This wetness has nothing to do with the bath I’m currently soaking.