He laid a towel down on the bed. I then laid down on my stomach and my husband sat down on me as he drizzled bio oil onto my back and neck. He started...massaging me moving from my neck down my back. Reaching my ass and thighs he drizzled more oil and while massaging my ass every now and again he would slip his finger between my crack and run it over my bum hole. He soon opened my legs a bit so that he could massage my inner thighs and while doing so he teased my pussy by touching it every now. My sons friends often tease him about how much they fancy his mum.Back when we first were going out with each other I used to have a huge fetish for pantyhose. I would sometimes almost beg my wife to wear them for me when we would have sex. She never really enjoyed wearing tights and eventually as with my sex drive my love of her wearing tights also vanished.Anyway back to present day, it was finally here, the day we were going to travel to Amsterdam to help my now sex charged wife finally live. Then he stopped and he pulled his dick back through the hole. I thought maybe he doesn’t want to cum and just wanted to edge close. I hear his door open and he knocks on my door and I quickly spring to my feet and unlock the door and he pushes his way in. We are both about the same size with him being younger in his twenties and me in my forties.He is much stronger and more muscled up and he tells me to take off my pants and that he wants to fuck my white ass! He is wearing no under wear and is. Ahuja and went into my room. I had just removed my jeans and was putting on my shorts when Mrs. Ahuja walked in. I quickly turned and put my shorts on. She just smiled and turned around. When I was done she asked me to come for lunch. I told her I would be there in a few minutes. When I came out of my room I saw that Mrs. Ahuja had changed into a black sari. She was already sitting at the dining table. I sat down opposite her and started with my lunch. Mrs. Ahuja stooped over to serve me.