Her own hand was on the back of his head as he sucked her tit. She was panting, literally on the edge of an explosive orgasm, and he barely touched he...! She didn’t realize that he had stopped sucking her tits until he pulled his hand out of her panties. He grabbed her pants and by the time she realized what he was doing they were halfway down her tanned legs. Her smooth thighs were so sexy, and her panties were a navy blue color. Unable to help herself, she pulled each of her feet out of her. Maybe he was a Beta male. Jesus, he'd have to be gay, I was thinking, not to respond to the come-on he was getting from my beloved Brenda!Well, he was responding -- sorta. I mean, I could see he had a first-class boner growing in those slacks. Brenda could see it, too, and she wasted no time clamping her right hand over it and giving it a friendly squeeze. She might as well have had "Fuck Me" embroidered on a ten-gallon hat, the signals she was transmitted to this dunce.But it wasn't that he. Yaar kya khatarnak cheez thi. Usko dekh ke kiska mann na kare. Us tank top me boobs ka shape perfect aa raha tha.Nipples ka bhi halka sa shape dikh raha tha, mano bra sambhal na paa rahi ho. Halki si cleave line bhi dikh rahi thi. And waha pe jama hua paseene. Haye mano abhi chaat lu. Wo muje puchne lagi “Bahar hi khada rakhega kya” to mei nazar hati and mai hosh me aya. Wo andar ayi, and mai unke piche andar aya. Piche see gaand moti moti and wo perfect size kamar. Yoga pants me un butt cheeks. That day did come. She said that her married life was not at all good. It seems that her husband comes home after work tired, has food and directly fucks her and sleeps. There were no foreplays or any love between them.She said she hardly had any love for him nor did she enjoy being in bed. She said that she hated being in bed when her husband was there.I felt really bad for her. But I did not want to misuse her vulnerability.One night, she asked me whether I remember the things which happened.