We had chorus together. It’s a memory that haunts me. I was only in second grade. For our musical our teacher was pairing up boys and girls. She...always liked me and picked me for special things. All I knew was I had to hold hands with a boy and dance around a Mexican sombrero. I was mortified the boy she paired me with would say ‘eww or gross’ because he had to hold my hand. She called out chris’s name and he had the sweetest smile on his face. He was a beautiful little boy. Holding. She was tipsy hug me tight said ‘I loved you very much … I owe you… Please join us later’ I gave her assurances at night I will fuck her hard. I order another beer and ice to have more fun while having whiskey pegs and watch them. My kinky lust was about to begin now only Vijay was unaware about my plan as we told him its three some sex but actual I wanted to watch my wife gets fucked by other man. I was sitting on chair, Nitisha was standing at window looking at landscapes view and Vijay was. You reach behind us to take hold of the back of my neck. I can feel the dampness on your fingers against my skin. You take a deep breath, let it out slowly, and then drive your hips against me. Just like that, with one last motion, I find myself buried inside you. You cry out as your ass meets my groin, skin against skin. Your body quivers against me as my cock twitches inside you. You feel so tight, so hot, so fucking amazing. I need to cum, I think to myself as my self-control begins to. I told her I wanted to have sex with her dressed in a black skirt, blouse (which was white) black stockings and spiked heels. When she came down the steps she was dressed to kill. She really did her makeup like a street walker would wear it. She knew I loved seeing her like that.She thought we were going to stay home but I had other ideas. I told her we were going out to dinner first. Then we would have sex after. She told me that she would have to go back up stairs and redo her makeup but I.