Don’t make love to me. Fuck me.” I leaned forward to kiss her, but she pulled back. “No kissing. No tenderness. Not until after, at least. For n...w, I just want raw and dirty sex. Anything goes. Just make me cum and I want you to cum too, on me and in me. Anything goes, but no kissing on the lips. Not yet.” I had never met anyone like this woman before. I was stunned. I was excited too, and as I stood in front of her, I quickly undressed while watching her pull off her own boots and the black. She had a love marriage with my wife’s brother Siddhant (BIL). Both were college sweethearts.After 4 years of courtship married and are blessed with a 3-year-old kid. They were settled in Mumbai. Both were working in reputed MNCs but in different time zones. As in most love marriage, the charm was lost after initial honeymoon due to stress, work, family, inlaws.The same thing was very evident whenever we visited them in Mumbai. Or when they came to meet us here in Pune. My inlaws were a bit. I had absolutely no idea I had this ability! Finally it was the last tests. Being thrown in the pool, being held down for 5 minutes in the pool. Being thrown in hot water, then being thrown in cold water. Then being put in a freezer, then being subjected to almost 200 degrees in an oven disguised as an office.Finally I was sitting in the cafeteria chatting with the cute redhead (Doctor Eric Singer) and were sharing a coffee and doughnut as I was explaining some suggestions to the tests. He was. Then inevitably hubby walks in on them both and joins in, the whole thing ending with the lucky guy fucking both of them together-Lovely!. Wifey sat nearby observing me, as I watched the on screen action unashamedly wanking myself with my own spit lubed hand I could her her breathing increase and deepen. It was a hugely erotic experience, I was keenly aware of the musky aroma of saliva on skin, the almost obscene wet sliding sound as my hand travelled up and down my engorged cock, the moist.