. ‘…stop lecturing, we know that, come to the point…’ said Vinod, angrily, to his wife… ‘…relax Vinod! You men need to know the backgrou...d…’ said my wife soothingly, running her fingers along Vinod’s inner thigh… ‘…oh…stop it Vadinaa…’ said Vinod, pushing her hand away… ‘…I told you not to call me Vadinaa … you know why…’said my wife winking … and resumed stroking Vinod’s penis… ‘…stop teasing him, Veni…’… I chided my wife, curling my hand around Vimala’s waist and exploring her mountainous. Faster she ground. The guy beneath started to pant faster. His body going rigid. His hips arched up as though to sink his cock into her wet pussy as far as it would go. His eyes screwed tight shut, face read, he growled as he unloaded his cum inside her.She climbed off, his waning cock plopping out noisily. His cum oozing from her gaping cunt."You." she said looking straight at me. "Come here."I shuffled out from behind the tree, cock still in hand, and moved toward her. My excitement was high,. “Honey?” I asked my husband, later that night. “What?” he said, sighing. Lately, my husband seemed more and more distracted. I knew that if I asked for something a new mysterious trip would emerge. He wanted to be with his mistress, as much as I wanted him out of the house. “How about a weekend trip to the lake?” I asked, innocently. “Sorry, babe. No can do. Got to be in Memphis this weekend. Big meeting. I know I should have mentioned it, but it slipped my mind,” he said, hurriedly. It was. We had a tied cottage in the grounds. This was as close to Mum’s dream job as it was ever likely to happen. If the school had been a state school, she would have been set for life. She didn’t believe in people paying for education, but then the state of which she was so supportive was the same state that had decided Latin was elitist. So we moved piles of books into one of the two receptions. I moved my pile of books into my bedroom. It was only later that I realised what the view was. I hadn’t.