Even we both got ready, had breakfast, informed Sahana that we have some work and left home. While having regular visit to farm, I said to Naveen, “...ude will fuck Sahana today” I continued, “but before that we need to gift her something to convince her” Naveen asked “wat we can gift”, without talking much I took him to town. I asked him to buy gold ring, which I promised to Sahana earlier. It was too expensive, since he wants to fuck my sister he managed to buy it.We reached home around. On he ran through the mean streets of the dingy neighborhood until he tripped and fell in a heap outside a darkened doorway. Ken crawled into the doorway and curled into a fetal ball.Is this all a cruel dream? Is all this happening in my head alone? Am I going crazy? Have I already gone crazy? Was my dear wife sexually abused by a black man or was it merely my imagination gone wild? And did she enjoy it? Or is that imagined as well? Is it some cruel hoax being played on me? Or am I the one. I got up and began to run. I knew I'd be shot at. There were a number of other shots from the window but the man was no marksman. I made it to the back corner and to the street filled with 3 story houses. I went through backyards to evade anyone who might have followed me. I began to make my way north towards the new home then thought better of it and headed for the old home and under cover of darkness entered. Curiously the doors were unlocked. I lay down to get some sleep. I locked the doors. I logged on one chatted with a few guys. One I told the Gloryhole Story and he asked “did you suck a dick.” I confessed no I did not, although I had in college a decade and half back. Experimenting in college was one thing, but after being married 10 years, it was a big step to suck a cock. But the thought definitely turned me on and I decided to head back to the adult store. This time I packed a hand towel with me so I would not have to worry about kneeling on the floor. I entered the store,.