When she landed she spun toward me and started cursing. “What the fuck, Joyce. Are you trying to give me a heart attack? If you ever fucking do that...again I swear I will… why are you laughing so hard? This isn’t funny!” I was nearly bent double I was laughing so hard. I tried fruitlessly to catch my breath, her red face and pissed look making me laugh so much harder, “Ha huff wait a sec, whoo wee that was funny!” I took another deep breath and looked at her. She wasn’t so red anymore and she. My Irene had actually succumbed to my wishes and allowed, no, encouraged a cock other than mine to enter her married pussy. She had actually done it; she had let another man fuck her knowing I was watching .... no, not ‘had’, she was actually still being fucked as I made my unsteady way back to the kitchen and she was being quite vocal about it. In a state of confusion I tried to shut out the sounds of their lovemaking by concentrating on my ‘duties’ of tidying away the dishes and clearing the. I got aroused at that time and started searching for Mohini’s underwear.I found the pink panty whose size was 36 and started smelling it like a mad dog. I was licking the part of the underwear where pussy touches and gone mad with the aroma. I also tried to take the smell of her ass but as it was wet didn’t succeed in getting that. This thing continued the whole trip. I used to masturbate daily in her panties and used to keep it without washing. On the second last day of the trip, we visited a. She is now nearing very wasted. I offer to walk her to her room, for her safety!! Once to her room I have to move fast. I tell her I will help her get into bed, like we used to in college. She falls it hook line and sinker. I help her remove her little dress, I hang it up. She goes in hte bathroom and pees. She is really feeling the effeects of the drinks now. I pull the covers off the bed and she lays on her back, I am afraid she will pass out. I keep her awake and tell her to remove her bra.