Dhanya was wearing a knee-length skirt, a jacket which was zipped up halfway through. Akhil poured everyone a glass, without adding water. Thomas, Akh...l, and Rohit gulped it down without any hesitation.But Sameer and Ajit took their own sweet time. It was obvious that they were not used to drinking, yet. By then, the rest of them poured the next glass, and another and another. By the end of the 3rd glass, Dhanya could feel the alcohol kicking in. “Ma’am, wouldn’t you be more comfortable without. I drove down the street to the Dunkin’ Donuts and I got in the drive thru line. While waiting there, a an Uber pulled up next to me and a guy gets out of the back. He’s black, probably 30 years old, 5’9”, 180lbs, has a backpack, sweatpants, a baseball hat and sunglasses on. My first thought was “What I’d give to see his cock.” I got a good look at his bulging crotch and could only imagine what it was like. All I wanted was to have him inside me, but the chances of all that were slim. Just. .. I did.”“Don’t ma’am me, Mr. Newman, or I will reach through the phone line and hit you over your pointy little head.” She couldn’t suppress a giggle.“I was just kidding Claire. Interesting, how we will still be going on Tuesday nights and Kalista will be on Friday night, when we have coincidentally been asked to teach that class?”“Jimmy must have gotten a whole bunch of new students in, after we won our award,” Claire said. “I am so happy for him ... What time?”“What time, what?” I asked,. "That woman over there is more than willing to give them a blow job, why don't they go over to her?" "You are fresh meat, new face, new pussy, and they are always intrigued with a fresh cunt." I replied, whispering in her ear. "If you want to give them a little bit of a show, why don't you spread your legs just a bit more, my horny slut."I waited patiently, wondering if my formerly prudish wife might give the two males a little thigh show. Surprisingly she did. She spread her thighs just a few.