After a successful trip, I came back to Chennai. I called her several times but she didn’t pick my call. After a week I received a call from her she...said her husband is going to Delhi for some official work.I asked her: are you satisfied with your husband?She: no, he is a moron with a small dick.Me: what is your husband’s dick size?She: just 4 inches,how will cum in 2 min,what’s your dick size?Me: 7 inches. Want to see?She: desperately said yes, send your cocks photo in WhatsAppMe: sent a photo. . . I was glad. Each shower was private with a two curtains. The first curtain led to a small bench and towel rack, the second curtain opened up to the main shower, it was a large square with more then enough room for two large males. It was like they were made for fucking. I stayed outside of both curtains waiting on the ‘water to warm up’, but I was waiting on Steve to see which shower I had gone into. Steve walked around the corner and saw me at the end. Steve went into the shower right. Over the next week I forced her over the edge against her will and without permission in a variety of ways. But mostly I would fuck her pussy or stimulate he clit till she couldn't hold back. And, as the conditioning required each time she was punished at the moment of violation. The only trick was making sure that my dick was completely out of her when she was punished for cumming from a hard fuck; nothing ruins your day like accidentally tasering your own genitals. Sprinkled throughout. I just realized she is hospitable to the idea of being fuck by another man. That was the first time that she has made known that she is serious about it when it was always me. I snapped out of it when Steve leaned forward with his body to massage her back. It looks as if his move was not well calculated so his dick plunged forward toward my wife’s pussy. I saw my wife raise her ass slightly as to confirm that his dick was piercing her hard. May be she was trying to make it easy for it to.