I love you so." And I love you, Jenny," Sarah whispered to me. By now Sarah had an armwrapped tightly around me, and I could feel her grinding her pel...is intomy hipbone. She was really getting hot. "Jen, let's get you out of thatbathing suit and into bed."I don't remember ever moving as fast as I did right then. In just a fewseconds, I peeled off the swimsuit and panties and slid - still wet fromthe tub - next to my beautiful and equally wet spouse. I slipped a condomover my little "Princess". We can have an affair, right? I’ll rim your woman here, in fact. She is rather yummy!” Deborah moaned with satisfaction, even as I bent her over an ottoman in the living room.“You want this, don’t you, slut?” I teased Deborah while smacking her cheeks in obvious delight.“Yes ... I want this ... and I am your slut. Your slut ... what was your name, again?” Deborah asked me now.“Neal. My name is Neal. I don’t mind if you want to be hubby’s slut, too. In fact, sometimes, we can swap with Jill and. Between the wine, and the smooth creamy liqueur, we are both feeling the sexual tension that has been building in us, not just this evening, but for quite a while. Unfortunately, it was something we never explored until the prospect of not seeing each other every day at work, became a reality. We are sitting on the sofa, enjoying our liqueur, he reaches over and puts his arm around my shoulders, and draws me close to his side. I allow myself to scoot closer to him on the sofa, and enjoy. She let out a soft moan. But she immediately composed herself. I’m sure everyone heard that. Her cheeks got red, and she looked flushed.Finally, the dessert came. It’s apricot ice cream. I gave the waiter a 500 note, asked to clear the whole table except for ice cream and told him to keep shutters closed for 15 minutes without any disturbance. He smiled and said, okay. He closed the shutters.I told Divya to get on the table and sit in front of me. She was hesitant but did that. I lifted her.