Before I reached it she nudged me back for room and grasped the hem of her blouse with crossed hands. She pulled it up and over her head with the effi...ient maneuver all women know and no male uses.I grabbed my shirt by the collar to follow suit. By the time I fought my way out of it and could see her again, she was already pushing her jeans down her firm legs, her panties hooked by her thumbs to share the ride. Now gloriously naked, she reached for the belt of my pants with both hands.I'm slow. She went ahead to her home. The next day, I went to the restaurant at 1pm for lunch. I ordered my food and went inside the kitchen. I greeted Dhara. She smiled and said she is very busy right now as there were many guests at the restaurant. She agreed to meet me in the evening. I was glad. I gave her my phone no.Describing Dhara, she was in her late 30s. She was a short woman, around 5’5 in height and slim. I can sum up her figure to 34-28-36. She was fair- as most women living in hilly areas. Still, I found myself slowly putting the ring on. Despite looking too small, it seemed to fit easily onto my finger. It didn't look too bad on me, though I usually never wore rings. They just seemed to get in the way. As I went to take the ring off, something strange happened.The ring wouldn't budge, and it felt warm. I tried pulling harder, but the ring only seemed to get tighter on my finger and warmer until it became hot to touch. "Oww, fuck!" Quickly, I ran over to the kitchen sink and ran. ?" You don't." I can't lie to my wife, I love her." I know, but I'm the one that's going to tell her; time to go upstairs." Jenny said with a smile."Huh?" I asked completely bewildered.Jenny walked upstairs, pulling off her skirt as she went and as I followed, dumbfounded, as she went right into our room.Anne was lying, still topless on the bed, but she'd rolled over onto her back and lay fully spread over the bed taking up the maximum space, something she always did when she had the bed to.