I told her to remove her kurti which she did hesitatingly. Now I have opened the hooks of her bra and now her boobs were free to play with. I started ...are boobs fondling, sucking, rubbing and touching her body all over.Now I started to open knot of her salwar. She stopped me- this much is enough.So, u want to enjoy sex with your husband only – I smiled and said jokingly.I don’t know- she replied- but this may destroy my married life.The time has changed dear, now a days gals themselves take. Geeta is my college-mate and Anita, her sister is a couple of years senior to us.Both of them are very beautiful and sexy and the duo used to have a lot of heads turned towards them. However, last year, as I came to know, Anita’s marriage was arranged with a son of businessman, rather say, they had a relationship for about 5 years before marriage. As said by Geeta, her brother-in-law was a very handsome, stout guy.He used to attract many girls with his stylish nature and flirty attitude.. My adoration heals Her, And I am nothing without Her.Mountains melt like wax in Her presence.The Stones of Almalexia liquefy in Her company.The Antarctic glaciers thaw in Her attendance.I worship, bow, and serve my Empress of Femininity,The Author of Gentleness, The Goddess of Beauty,The Princess of Seduction, the Queen of Cuties.I am Her champion, the Viking Gladiator.It is I that worship her gorgeous skin.I grasp her immaculate crystal hips,I glide on her ammonite curves,I massage Her. It was barely six hours before I had to be up again for the next meeting. I went to the changing room and headed to the communal men’s shower. --- The warm water felt like a stream of energy trickling over my body. All the negative vibes from the day were flowing away. Barnett and his gang drowned down the plughole, along with the soap. I felt happy that I’d finally come to the realization that I wasn’t like the others. More importantly, I didn’t want to be like the others. --- I opened my eyes.