The sound of flesh on flesh was a turn on itself. I cried out “Bbbhaaiii ….. no-not so hard…. aaaaaaah”, but I didn’t want to call him bhai ...But somehow it felt right to me and to him because he started pounding harder. And here I say pounding because he was doing it loud… nothing makes good sound like wet flesh on flesh. That is when I realized that he actually wanted me and not just my female parts . He wanted his sister to love but love unconventionally and what the society would call. I counted eight guys, drinking and making noise.Jerome kissed my wife, introducing her as “the wild slutty Anita” and her old man to his black buddies…Almost immediately some big black hands were patting her ass, cupping her round tits and rubbing her crotch through her clothes. Ana asked Jerome where she could change clothes to begin her strip act. He dragged her into a room and they stayed locked there for at least forty minutes. We all heard some moans inside…Ana suddenly came out and she. Later we left to the bar for drinks. The lady told me ‘ Phir kabhi khane pe aanaa …aur aaj inhe jaldi ghar bhejna..late night tak bahar nahi rehna’. As we used to enjoy drinks till 12.00 or more at night and he used to drop me home and then go to his home. Later in the bar when we were boozing, My friend asked me “Do you have any girl” ? I told him about my GF. Then he asked how is your sex life…..I laughed to his question and joked that it is healthy & joyful.Then was a strange question from. “Yes, Sir, coming right up, Sir,” she shakily said as she scurried off to fetch my pie. I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she slipped back behind the counter giving her friend sitting there a wide eyed looked and a crooked smile. The woman at the counter shifted in her seat and she uncrossed her legs and crossed them the other way. She was having a very hard time keeping her eyes forward and not looking in my direction. She was trying her hardest to act in control but I made her.