Raghav was sitting on a single cot with his shirt off. He was overweight and his chest was probably bigger than mine.“Shut the door and take your cl...thes off, I want to see you naked,” He said. Sobbing I shut and latched the door and unzipped my kurta and pulled it over my head, as Raghav saw my heavy breasts in a simple cotton bra he smiled and got up. I pulled the cord of my shalwar and pulled it down and stood shaking in my bra and panties.Ragahv took his trouser off and pulled at his short. My wife groaned at the sudden pressure, and in one smooth stroke, Bill slid his full length deep into my wife. He stood still for a moment, listening to her moan, feeling her hips pressed firmly back against him, getting used to the feeling of her tight, pink pussy wrapped around hard cock. And me? I was watching the whole performance. I watched his dark hands wrapped around my wife’s hips. I watched his black, muscular back shifting as he started to slowly fuck my wife. I watched his hard. For the first 20 odd years of our marriage I never asked nor wanted to know about her past sex life. But as I have got older, I have become less active, my cock less hard. As, I have become less attractive to other women I have become more of a Sissy. I was a shitty husband in our early years, fucking anything and everything. I am also Bi and have sucked cock and been fucked on some rare occasions. As I have become less active, I seem to have become more and more turned on by the thought of my. It wanted to tear out the boxers. And the boxer was wet near my cousin’s cock’s tip too. That was when I realized he was not wearing any underwear either.He said, “I am sorry! This happened because of the cold. I’ll go.”But before he could make any move, I said, “It’s okay, I can help you.”I took off his boxers, and there it was. His penis was throbbing, leaking, all wet and hard. I put my hand on it and slowly moved the skin down. He didn’t stop me. I knew now he had finally given in to my.