But let him love me, okay?’ ‘I’ll try, little girl.’ ‘Don’t worry. I’m still yours. Always. And I will take care of you. I promise.’ D...nah slid off the bed and walked over to where a very naked, very vulnerable Jonas stood. ‘Do you want to touch me?’ She asked in a low, husky voice. ‘Oh, god, yes!’ ‘Then do it. Touch me. Strip me … do whatever you want.’ She stood still as she felt Jonas’ hands begin to push the clothing from her body, slowly exposing her skin to his gaze. His hands brushed. ”She smirks, “Excellent. Let’s go to yours. This place is making me sick.”Within moments, we’re in my flat, next to my bed, and I’m still tied. “I suppose I should remove these?” she asks looking at me; then tracing the rope over my tits, she muses, “I sort of like how these cut into your skin, though. I guess, I kinda want to hurt you a little.”I want you to hurt me a little. No! No! Shit, shit, she can hear that! Oh, what have I done? She looks at me with a smile of a chubby cartoon cat,. " No!" Suddenly my wife grabbed me and threw my back onto the chair. I wasstunned to say the least, not only that Fran would do such a thing butalso the ease of which she did. Nobody said anything for quite some time,as we all took in what we'd just seen. A husband being man-handled by hiswife.I was angry of course, but I was also just confused. I didn't reallyunderstand why she was suddenly so intent on seeing me arm-wrestle ateenage girl.Finally Fran broke the silence, "I'm sorry Julian, I. Her name was Shivani Aunty. She was 5’5″ tall, fair in complexion, about 55-60kgs, waist-length hair and another perfect ideal combination of hot Indian mature wife.She was wearing a black kurta over tight black leggings. Her hair tied with in a single white bow. She had a scarf to cover up her front but when she entered the house she took it off.. What an amazing front view it gave me. The black color of her clothes enhanced her assets. There were only three of us in the house. And we started.