I used to fall in love with girls when I was in college but this time it was with my own Bhabhi. At the reception I congratulate both my bhaiya and Bh...bhi on their wedding. They came home.One fine day, I went to their house and got into conversation with my Bhabhi for the first time. She was so sweet to speak with. Now coming straight story! In year 2011, I got a chance to stay at her house for the first time. She was so helpful. We used to talk a lot. She used to laugh on my jokes. One fine. As I slipped into bed beside him I got an idea that would ease my guilty conscience. It was also made easier by the decision I had come to earlier today."I know you don't want to go on this hunt right now but perhaps this would help". I pulled the covers down off him exposing his nude body. Then I slid down sideways in the bed facing his chest. I reached down with one hand, put in on his knee, and then slowly began softly moving it up to the crease at the top of his thigh and then back down. My wife was a good poker player. Plus she didn’t drink as much as the others to give herself an advantage over the rest. The night was young and she knew she could win it back. The very next hand, she was again one of the last two left in a big hand but as unlikely as it might have been, once again – my wife came out on the losing end of it. What made it worse is that this time she lost to a guy she didn’t particularly care for named Dean. He’d had the hots for my wife for years and made it. .?" "Shit yes." he said casually." Ecstasy. I hear it's great during sex." As the strippers set up their poles, Jimmy, the only openly gay guy in our grade walked in. "Hey Guys!" Eric, are there gonna be any...you know...guy strippers here?" he asked sheepishly. "I thought of you." eric said,"Sorry guys...gotta show Jimmy the male stripper. * * * The party was in full swing. Me, Jenny and about the entire grade( which was about 150 people) were dancing.