This is the first time I'm writing a story on a site. So far I had sex with many guys from my c***dhood. I always have confusion about my orientation ...hether I'm a gay or not.Then I was 26 years old. As usual one day I was chatting with a matured guy in gay site (www.planetromeo.com). He is a 38, married and from north working in Chennai. He is staying with his wife and two c***dren in Chennai. He told me that he is a bi. And we chatted for a few days and exchanged our numbers and were waiting. After entering his palatial suite with an expensive décor, Jon turned me around and kissed me. His embrace was firm and warm as our lips met for what seemed an eternity. Pulling back momentarily, Jon whispered in my ear that he had been dreaming of me all last night and throughout the day. Lowering my hand to his crotch, I could feel a hardness though his pants. I wanted his cock badly but I also wanted him to wait until he was primed and ready for me. Nibbling on his ear lobe, I whispered in. .he than slowly move away...we went outside...and after an hour..sandip left....my hubby asked me...what happend....inside....i said...he clearly told me..that he liked me a lot...My hubby asked whether he tried to hold u or ur hand...i said..NO.........matter ends...After tha encounters....2 months later once again...i and Sandip finds space...this time...my husband had his flight schdule at 5.45 am...so Sandip came at our place to drop him to airport.....our servant/maid...come at around 7.30. Some people’s hearing is better than others; some can smell things from a mile away while another person can’t smell it even if it’s under their nose. All of my skin is sensitive. That’s why i take off my bra whenever i can. That’s why my clothes are loose and silky and add to that that it’s my son’s hand that’s sliding over my breast and i’m already climbing the walls.Aj takes my hand and leads me to the supply room and locks the door. It’s dark, warm, and wet: with stacks of detergent boxes.