I was bending and she mistakenly touched my hard dick.We had been tempted and attracted many times before but never been this close. I told her, “If...you were not my bhabhi I would have kissed your red lips right now.”“I’m not your bhabhi,” she answered coolly, not till another 2 hours.That was enough to open the floodgates. I heard her head with both hands and kissed her firmly on the lips. She directly opened her mouth and put her tongue out. Her body smell was intoxicating and her silky soft. She was cooking breakfast for me.I stood up reluctantly and without dressing up moved to the kitchen. I didn’t feel cold after the warmth of the bed.- I’m glad you’ve woken up. Good morning, honey! – my wife said slicing a cucumber. – I’m cooking a salad for you. Are you hungry?My thoughts were far from breakfast. My wife turned back and saw my huge erection. She smiled but said nothing. I came up, embraced her and pressed my hot penis to her short dressing gown.- Darling, why don’t we fuck for. " Was he on drugs when he did this?" Maybe, I don't know. But I think he hates Alyssa. He thinks she's nothis." Well, you would know best, Marta." And that's my secret. Do you want to know?" Sure, tell me. I won't tell a soul." She's mine and yours," Marta confided.My blood roared in my ears, and my eyes were blinded with red flashes.My senses reeled, and recollections of my seemingly futile escapadeswith Marta came and went like phantoms in a nightmare. "How could I, Imean,?.?.?. we, I. “Olivia, remember the camera and video you took?”“She looked at me with expectant and worried eyes and softly said, “yes.”I replied, “Well, it is time for payment.”“What do you mean payment?”I told her, “Well, to be fair about the situation, you saw me masturbate at least four times and more times watching the videos. You have seen my hard cock and me ejaculate. So, I think it is only fair if I get to watch you masturbate.”“No. That is not fair. I can’t do that.”“Olivia, do you really want.