She was very sexy. Her husband works for a export firm and travels abroad most of the time in a year. She also belongs to a wealthy family with all th... luxuries.After writing 4 stories I received a lot of mails from my readers and one fine evening I received a mail from this female. Initially we use to chat in a very formal way, gradually we exchanged our No’s. After exchanging No’s it became a ritual to chat with her daily in the night. And on one fine occasion I just happened to travel to. I picked her up and down for several minutes, stopping each time to tease her clit with a swirl at the top. She was moving her hips so much I was not able to maintain contact.Breathing heavily, Madhu Aunty pulled me up onto her and made me lie on my back, she removed my jockey’s. I have heard so many good things about how experienced older women were at giving head, I was looking forward to this, I decided I was just going to lie back and enjoy it.She spent quite some time licking the underside. I don’t object. Nor do I protest when his fingers find my hipbones and follow them downwards, smooth, slightly callused tips raising goose bumps on my flesh and sending delightful shivers into my most sensitive places. I’d been damp before, but this, knowing how far I’m willing to take it, has me positively wet. I feel him pause, knowing what he’s thinking; will he blow it if he doesn’t stop now? I let my head lull back and twist slightly. I’m not sure if he can hear my moan of desire. Perhaps. Seeing my eyes catch on her thong, she smiled. “I thought someone might enjoy removing it,” she said. I knew she was thinking of me. She knows how much I enjoy removing her panties, or watching her remove them. She stepped in close and slid her hand down the front of my pants, cupping my balls. “I know this is going to be a busy day,” she whispered, “but I want your best work whenever you are in me, okay?”“Always,” I promised. That earned me a deep, lengthy kiss.Jake walked past her on his way.