I might still be wearing my heels. My husband loves those shots where my heeled feet air stretched high into the air as one of my lovers pounds my whi...e married. pussy. On this particular night, it had been about three months since I fucked anyone besides my husband. I was extremely horny and wet with anticipation of getting screwed this evening. James was out West on business and I promised him I'd stay horny for him until he returned. I think I stopped taking my birth control a few weeks ago.. My fingers worked inward until I had her dirty little asshole spread. I knew she could feel the cool air against her exposed asshole. She groaned again as one of my fingers smeared her juices from her taint to her back door. My finger easily popped pass her anal ring and 3./4 of my finger was sucked into her ass. My cock was aching for attention and my sister knew it. Reluctantly she pulled her cunt off my face. I sunk down on my bed and watched my sexy sister turn and lay on top of me with. I invited her to sit on the couch and went inside to bring water. Came back with a glass of water and smilingly offered her, “Here is your water, Kusum Aunty.”She took the glass and gulped the water at once. I had fantasised her as my fuck partner. Maybe, her sudden appearance brought back my fantasies. I was wearing a pajama and kurta. No underwear. I could feel, my cock was throbbing inside my pajama. I stared at her rising breasts as she breathed. She removed her Dupata. Half of her. He said something like: Isn’t it like a proven scientific truth that for men’s mental health we need to see boobs once in a while? And my brother was like, ha – maybe. And then my husband smiled and said: I read an article saying male attention can be quite beneficial for women too… We knew he was making it up on the spot, but how can you argue with an article you haven’t read? And besides, my husband was already opening the drawer on the coffee table and taking out the playing cards. My heart.