I was really getting horny now an really hard. Can you get you hand under your dress? I text. A moment went by and then I received the words I was wai...ing for, Yes dear. I became bolder in my request as she submitted to them. Put you napkin in your lap and pull your dress up. The words came almost instantly on the screen of my phone. Yes dear. I was in our room now laying on the bed rubbing my cock . The request soon became commands. Touch your pussy through your panties and play with it. The. So… who do I need to fuck around here to get a dance?” I asked, pulling at his arm.“Sorry, I’m not in the dancing mood tonight.”“Well, I am—and from what you told me, I think you could use some cheering up, sweetie.”He relented and followed me to the dance floor. I found out very quickly he was a skilled dancer. We moved well together, and he was one of the few men I’d met that could really dance the Salsa. When the band changed tempo to a slow dance, the lights dimmed, and he pulled me close.. She asked me if I would stay on an extra two days and attend her presentations on the new strategy and work flow. I had agreed to her request before she finished her sentence. Our last day working together fell on a Friday. She invited me to have dinner with her at Lorenzo’s restaurant. Since she had cancelled her vacation to Italy, she wanted to enjoy a good Italian meal, she had joked. We had a wonderful evening and ended up closing the place. We hailed a cab and I insisted on dropping her. Shree shared so many things about her and her life and her family. My wife Shree is a beautiful lady to proud to own her. But one day she was weeping and did'nt replying to anything but sobbing with tears in her eyes. It has been midnight when she told me the thing I wan never prepared as I believe to knew that I knew everything of her. She told me that before she married to me, she was in love with a tiwari brahmin boy to the extent that they were just to marry when their relationship has.