Both women had cute button noses and nice full lips. Megan had a few freckles on her cheeks, but Molly’s cheeks were free from any mark as if they ...ad been sculpted by an artist. Molly was sitting across from us in the limo, next to her husband, and glared at her sister the entire ride. It was not the most comfortable place I had found myself in. Nor was it the most awkward situation I had been in, I ruefully thought to myself. I found myself smiling at that thought and Molly’s scowl. I am a pretty good-looking stud and the ladies like to flirt with me, I just can’t say no. I fuck the girls eighteen years old to seventy it makes know difference to me. My cock is hard all the time; I never thought my wife would ever catch me cheating. I always kept her satisfied sexually but she wasn’t into any of the kinky things I liked to do. I like to fuck women in the ass, mouth and cunt make them act like whores and eat my cum. My wife on the other hand has always been a straight man on. Tell me, lover, what was that all about?’I hissed through the pain, the shame, and my clenched teeth.‘She just wanted a chat.’‘Leanne? Just a chat? Fuck off, Ali! You fucked her didn’t you?’Now my cock was failing. The pain and shame made it inevitable. The clenched teeth didn’t help either.‘No!’‘Yes, you did! She fucking told me!’Though my head was spinning, I managed to recall Leanne’s face - her troubled young face - and her trusting deep blue eyes. Her jabbing finger again stung my sternum. Till now I haven’t asked her for the picture. So on the next day, I asked her for her picture as I should know with whom I am talking to. When she sent me her picture, my eyes popped out and tongue rolled out dripping saliva. She was a smoking hot man.The picture she sent was a wedding picture, wearing traditional saree, which was ties below her navel and blouse exposing just enough to tease someone. She was fair in color and figure was slightly on the chubbier side. Stomach wasn’t flat, it.