A sure erogenous zone. We talk of nothing much on the ride home, just what two old married people talk about. The kids and their spouses, our jobs, wi...l the car hold up much longer. Twenty-seven years of comfort and understanding. When we get home there is a flurry of activity. Put the cat out, lock the doors, turn out the lights, make sure the coffee is ready to brew first thing in the morning. Before long we’re in the bedroom. I brush my teeth and while she’s busy in the bathroom I put on. Now I am back with another installment of the same story.I was back in India for 4 years now. I was married to a man from my family’s choice called Ravi who was a completely boring man with no interest apart from procreation in his wife’s lusty body. On tyhe cue he fucked me hard for 7 days in honeymoon and ensured that I got pregnent and then as I went through pregnency and delivery his interst in my body too deteoriated. In all those days I missed my darling cousin brother Nakul a lot. I. I leaned in to kiss him and he pulled the back zipper of my skirt down and flipped me onto my back. His lips stayed on mine, but as he pulled them away, I slowly opened my eyes to his smile. I smiled back and watched as he kissed down my breasts making me arch my back, not from orgasm, but from pure unadulterated lust. As he kissed over my belly, he slipped my skirt over my hips and down my legs. Nervousness penetrated my mind as I became the most naked I had ever been with him. He had seen me. She looked back up at me. “He’s not really interested in me any more. He has his own ‘amusements’ at home.” My heart ached at the sadness she carried. She replaced her glasses. “So I get to exercise my independence when we go places. He says he’d be embarrassed if I went naked when we are together, or where people we know might see us.”I shook my head and pulled off my tee shirt. Then I stood up and dropped my shorts, briefly embarrassed by my thickened (but not hard) dick. But the look on.