So I start with unbuttoning my blouse and removing it. The guy now has a big smile. I'm dying here undressing in front of someone. Next, I drop my ski...t. "Stop," he says! Now what I think. He says, "I want to admire what I see. Turn completely around." Don't forget I have this g-sting on and he will see my hard clitty in it. "Nice ass and hard on you have there." I'm now blushing; my heart is pounding. He says, "ok drop those panties." I now wish I never came in here dressed; I should have. “It’s been way, way too long since you’ve done that!”Tanya only chuckled, then sucked the whole thing into her mouth. Frank drew his breath in sharply, then exhaled with a sigh of ecstasy. “Ahhhh, yesss!”Tanya slowly backed her lips off his cock, then licked her tongue around its tip a couple of times. “Did you bring any rope?”“Hmmm?” Frank asked, her question distracting him from her cock play.“Rope?” Tanya asked. “You know – for tying things up?”“You want tied up?” Frank asked, annoyed that. I panicked and left his hand and acted as I was asleep. His hand landed on my right bare boob. I was petrified to move or remove his hand. Simran went to use the restroom. That was my chance to remove the hand but as soon as Abhay’s hand fell on my bare boob he immediately grabbed it thinking I was encouraging him. Everything was getting out of hands but I couldn’t make a move as I secretly enjoyed the touch. I knew what I was doing wrong but nothing was in my control.When Simran got back Abhay. That, for us, means I have the freedom to sexually experience another man: To make out with him, to take his hard cock in my hands and mouth; to enjoy feeling his hot tongue in my mouth, on my nipples, on my pussy making me squirm with desire; and to spread my legs and receive his hard cock in my married cunt, fucking me until we both cum together.But my husband must remain faithful to me and only me as I have no desire to deal with the jealousy and/or uncertainty of my husband having intimate.