“You shouldn’t lie.” I trembled. “Is it me?”Her eyes shot to mine. “Why do you think that, Sky? Just why are you here?”“I need some ad...ice.” I took in a deep breath. “I can’t go to my mother over this. She would freak out if she knew I had a crush on a married woman.”“Sky,” Mrs. Matthews groaned. “I think you should leave. I’m not interested in that sort of activity.”“You think it’s you?” I grinned. “Mrs. Matthews, you’re the reverend’s wife.” I burst into laughter.She let out a relieved sigh. That is, he knew he was allowed, but would it be right to show he was above his own rules? No, probably not. He read some reports, accepted a mug of beer and talked to the three soldiers about life and death. ‘Hard to tell,’ he thought, ‘what they think of me. I remember when I would smile and agree with whatever a senior officer said.’ Still, he was showing himself to be friendly. ‘Everything is a conscious action now. Everything has consequences. I’m turning into a politician.’ He was aware. Shirley had about the same schedule and we could have left at midday if it hadn't been for our commitment to have the pizza party at the apartment.It was a blustery day as we packed the car and I wished we could get on the road to avoid the messy weather that was sure to come. After a light lunch I could tell what she was thinking when Shirley looked at me. "Go ahead, I'll clean up the kitchen," I said.She dashed out the door, waving as she headed for the dress shop.I was loading the dishwasher. Why don’t you videotape us?Anto: What do you think?Renu: It’s your choice.I was getting more turned thinking my wife involved in an exciting desi group sex and getting fucked by two other men and I agreed to videotape them because both Vishal and Kumar’s wives were hotter than Renu and Reshma. Moreover, Vishal’s wife was lactating too. So I agreed.Reshma: Anto why don’t you get naked too so that we can suck you when we are getting fucked by these two.Renu: Sounds like a plan. Let’s see how.