When I reached the terrace I saw that there was a mattress laid down on the ground and Sweta’s handbag. I started looking around for her when I hear... the door of the terrace close. I turned around and saw Sweta standing in hot black bikini. She came towards me and started kissing me passionately on my lips and I was responding to her and massaging her ass. Her ass was soft and smooth.Then I took off her bra and started sucking her huge boobs. They were so soft that I felt like pressing them all. We aren't lovers, and despite the romantic setting, this isn't a romantic getaway or honeymoon. The gorgeous man inside me is not my boyfriend or my husband. In fact, he's someone else's. Husband, that is. And we aren't making love. Or even just having sex. This is good old-fashioned, raw, reckless, uninhibited fucking. Just like he likes it. And just like I've come to as well. He looks at me with unapologetic lust, and his stare is unfaltering. He digs into my very soul with icy blue eyes that. She shut up immediately.“Caught you Dee, caught you with your fucking secret lover.” I cried out. Will’s cock slipped quickly from her ass as she desperately tried to cover her prone nakedness. But as she fell back and rolled onto her side I grabbed her and pushed her onto her back and deftly climbed on top of her. I straddled her head and muffled her cries by burying my ass onto her head. “Lick my ass Dee, get me hard again!” Dee gasped for breath, my ass hole smothered her mouth as she tried. And yet, that was the time I chose to talk about how I was feeling and when I unburdened my soul. I dumped it all on you when you could have been having fun — and what did you do? You stayed with me the entire night and listened. I never realized how much I was monopolizing your time or how selfish I was being, but if you felt that way, you never said a word to anyone. We became a team, you and me. People were talking, some of the other writers made some pretty rude comments about drunk Richard.