He was walking with one foot in front of the otherwith small steps and a grace to his hip movement that was not presentless than a week ago. He was l...tting his arms hang loosely close to hisbody with his wrists slightly limp. He stooped to pick up things ratherthan bend at the waist as he used to do. So many little changes that hedid not realize he was making yet so much more feminine in his ways. His nightly masturbation sessions were still highly embarrassing but hefound that if he did. "So, you like bare boobs?" Yes, err – yes!" he said in a raspy voice, distressed a bit by my choice of words."Have you ever seen bare boobs for real? Not in a picture?" I asked, still flicking through the pages of the magazine."No," he answered. His regret and disappointment was written on his face and showed in his voice."Would you like to see some real bare boobs?" I asked him.That question surprised him, but what surprised him even more was the sudden change in my voice. "If you want to see. She is just 18 years old and from the first day of my marriage I like her very much, though not in a wrong manner. But as she got sexier and developed hot curves, I changed the way I used to look at her. She studies in 12th std. From here onwards, I will narrate in Hindi…as asli maza chudai ka to hindi mein he hai doston! Maine apna kaam khatam kiya aur shaam ko apni sasural ja pahoncha. Wahan sasu maan, sasur ji ne mera khud swagat kiya. Lekin Neha nahin dikhi. To main pucha ki Neha kahan hai. At midnight he began expecting her home, but the time slowly crept on and on and on. One o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock.It was almost three thirty when he finally heard a cab pull up at the front of the house. His wife was coming home. She looked radiantly happy when she entered the house. "Still up?" she giggled tipsily as she gave him a brief kiss.Barry was despondent to see his wife so happy and carefree. "Did you have a good time?" he asked, already knowing what the answer would.