My hand shook as I guided the mouse over to print the picture. Then the price caught my eye. It was only ten or twelve dollars. Why not just buy one f...r him?What the Hell was I thinking! For God's sake, why would I want one of those things IN MY HOUSE?!I started crying again. The terrible truth was unavoidable. I needed it. More than that, I needed to give it to John. I needed him to own it. It's almost as if I needed him to strangle that old white-haired bitch - or maybe beat the crap out of. She had tears in her eyes as she said, “In the morning, when you asked me if everything was ok, I lied. Everything was not ok.”My lovely wife narrated the whole thing that happened between Dev and her in the bathroom almost as it had happened except about Dev’s pushing his cock in her mouth and his fondling her breasts by inserting his hands into her blouse. She concluded by saying that in the end something more had happened that she felt too awkward to speak.I laughed and asked her, “I know. Subhash, came from a poor back-ground but a cultured family, so he would not say anything to his wife’s misbehaviour, but he was finding it difficult not to retaliate to his wife time and again. Although, due to his sincerity and hard-work he was doing well in life now. Sex at home too, after the two kids had got boring, because true to her nature his wife was nothing but selfish in bed. The usual monotony of her achieving her climax and then leaving Subhash high and dry to do what he willed. Wo sirf ek petticoat me the aur naha rahe the. Ye scene dekhke mera lund puri tarha khada ho gaya aur mai thodi door nadi me jake unko dekhne laga. Mujhe pata nahi chala ki wo bhi mujhe dekh rahe the. Thodi der baad jab aunty nahake wapas jaa rahe the to maine dekha ki unka blouse wohi reh gayi thi. Maine socha ki unko aawaz lagau par phir mere mann me ek khayal aya. Mai 15 minute wait kiya aur phir unki blouse leke unke ghar pe chala gaya. Maine door knock kiya to meera aunty aye. My God, kya.