I was married to a wealthy businessman from Goa. Rainy days at Bombay are real hell. You see all beautiful Victorian buildings and Manhattan like sky ...crappers in pictures, films and all other booklets about Bombay. But if you happen to land at Bombay on a rainy day, your dreams will die first. I was also like you only, totally upset with the ugly black mud, the roads full of potholes, train traffic totally disrupted. My husband took a taxi and we reached a flat complex. But the ground was full. I've tried to get my wife to let me send her photo in to one of the sites, but I have a better chance of winning the lottery. My wife just shakes her head in disgust when I park myself in front of the monitor and start drooling, but I have noticed that she never chases me away when I go looking for her with my brand new 'woody' courtesy of some sexy housewife or girl friend of a contributor to one of the sites. Like I said, the net sure has changed a lot of lives, but I never expected it to. I escalated the issue to the head of our unit. So, somehow her problems came down and she was a little relieved.She came to know that I escalated to a higher level. She thanked me a lot. We became close friends and started sharing every small thing. Over a period of time, she got her confirmation. She was super happy that day. She came from the boss’s room to me directly and hugged and thanked me.My boner became hard with the hug. That was the first time she hugged, that too with a lot of. Nowhis nightmares were about to become real again as the group of womenwere now here in his home stripping him naked in preparation for theirmonthly girls night out."We missed you girlfriend," laughed one of the older woman. "You've beenthe talk of the factory all month" Yes and my friends at the biker bar just loved you and your man pussythat night" winked the large lady who seemed to be leading the others.A suitcase was then opened revealing an assortment of outfits they hadfor him to model,.