I met my wife almost fifteen years ago and we hit it off immediately. In every possible way that really mattered, she was the perfect woman for me. Sm...rt, cute, ambitious, driven, and unlike every other girl I had dated previously, was of the same mind I was when it came to the question of having children - no. With all of these factors in place, I was able to overlook one glaring issue we had always had. We never had a very good sex life.Whether it was me, her, or just something in between, I. It was a bit cramped in the rear seat so, after some minutes, they both got out of my car and fucked on the grass - even though it was raining!!Helen has become more horny more often in recent months, and just last month I organised for another friend - Simon - to meet us here for a threesome. Simon has a thick eight and a half inch cock (I am only average, but my ladies seem to like it anyway) and we gave Helen a hard spit roasting - her first - and came inside her and over her, she loved it.. Was this a good idea? Watching her parade around half-naked was one thing, but snuggling under a blanket was approaching a boundary that I didnt want to cross. Dropping to the couch, I grabbed the blanket and waited for her to sit down. She did, right onto my lap, sitting sideways with her shoulder to my chin. She grabbed the blanket and wrapped it around us, pulling her legs in tight and wiggling her butt on my lap to get comfortable. I was frozen in place, realizing that this might not be a. I opened the storeroom and we both went inside. I asked him to sit on the floor and wait. He obeyed. I went outside and removed my t-shirt and skirt. Now I was only wearing a blouse and mundu. I went inside the storeroom and locked the door.The beggar was stunned and surprised to see me in such a sexy and traditional outfit. His eyes were burning with lust.I sat near him and asked his name. He told me that his name is “Kovalan.”He asked my name and I told him to call me whatever he likes. He.