We have been married for 17 years now, 17 mostly happy years but on several occasions, we almost got divorced. We had problems like every other couple...but those problems vanished once I got brave enough to admit my hidden appeals to certain things.My wife, although in her late forties, is still incredibly sexy, hot and good looking. She always takes care about her appearances, minds her weight, how she dresses, etc...she has long black hair, beautiful black eyes and thick lips. Long legs which. All of my muscles cramped up, my hands gripping the duvet so hard my knuckles turned white. My toes curled and my feet turned in; it felt like my whole body was held together and connected by a series of elastic bands that had all just been pulled and tightened at the same time. My eyes clamped shut as my back arched and I started to shake uncontrollably. The intense, almost painful focus of pleasure between my thighs started to spread throughout my body as I lay there, vibrating. I have no. He visited Mumbai without informing me. He directly reached at my address and was waiting for me to come from office as he knew that I return by 8 pm.But that day, I went out with my office colleagues to some cafe and as usual, I was in the same slutty mood with them where I was touching them and they were touching my body (no sexual intentions).Akshat didn’t know about all this. He waited till 10 pm and called me to check where I was. I said that I was home only but actually, I was returning. I want you to touch it … to stroke it … Make it hard … for me… massage it slowly so I can watch…It makes me Hot as I slowly remove my clothes… for you…My nipples are so hard now.. I can feel them straining, to be free , so You can see them I caress them for you….My hands run slowly down my body …to my inner thighs .. I move up caressing my way to the HEAT that you have caused ….I touch myself …..The thin material of my panties is now soaked with the my honey juice …. I slide my fingers.