Rising she moves towards the source of the sounds. Its coming from the bedroom. The door is open, the scene inside free for all to see, the scene all ...oo common.In the center of the room is her marital bed, two shadows embraced upon it. She looks longingly for a moment, listening to the moans of pleasure while her hand dips back inside her panties."Honey, do... do you still love me?", she cant help but asking. There's a pause of action of the bed. She knows they're both smirking her way. It. I said how, he said your wife Priya… “I bet she will have sex with me” i almost felt like laughing, but i just told Mr Patel “Sir i think you had a little too much, let’s call it a night”. He said “No, Arjun i can prove it”. To humor him i just asked how. He turned to me said “Just a little bit of alcohol and then what matters to her will be sex and only sex”. I said he stood no chance, i mean Priya was a pretty good looking woman and Mr Patel wouldn’t have looked half decent in his young. We kissed passionately as my cock got harder and harder by the second. I didn’t want to fuck her though, I just wanted to hold her and kiss her, the fucking would come later. I put her back on her feet and got the shampoo bottle, squirting some out on my hand before running it through her hair. We both got body wash on out hands and rubbed it into each others skin. Both of us exploring each others bodies. She let out a sexy groan as my hand ran over her pussy, I pulled her into a hug, playing. We had become accustomed to sharing each other fully, particularly daily sex and discussions. Being apart was becoming increasingly difficult for both of us. We burned up the phones, we learned to enjoy phone sex. Hell phone sex was better than no sex.Then I had this particular interesting trip. One of the new young female specialists in our group was required, as was I, on this trip. She was a stunning person, in looks and in action. We polished off the problem quickly and then had the evening.