“Err…Haan. Aap ho aisi” I smirked.We left for the hotel in her car. We roamed around in the traffic of Mumbai giggling and sharing fun filled ch...ts. It was some quality time being spent together. Although I was hard with anticipation I did not make a false move. I praised her beauty time to time and she laughed and giggled and then after some time we reached my hotel.She asked me “so what do you like about me Abhi?” I was just looking at her from head to toe but my eyes got fixed on her boobs.. I told her point blank well then this is not going to work. Simply because in my knowledge most men are not cuck in fact Indian men are quite opposite. They may fuck a 100 women but if they wife so much so talks to another man – all hell will break loose. I suspected she was having an affair with another guy and wanted to turn her husband into a cuck for her benefit.Then Renuka mentioned that her husband likes to read cuck stories on the phone and she has seen it as well. He also talks about. Neither knew that I was listening, and for the most part, I was not paying close attention to their conversation. Then, I overheard Joy complaining about my lack of attentiveness to her, which kind of surprised me, because I thought I had been a very attentive husband.“Don’t get me wrong,” Joy said, “He’s a great husband, but our sex life is not what it used to be.”I was floored. I knew we had a few issues in the bedroom, but I did not expect them to be shared. I sure didn’t think there was any. . and I told her so.Her lips felt so good wrapped around my cock. She bobbed her head up and down, with her hands milking my shaft and playing with my balls. She was trying (with some success) to deep-throat me. About three-quarters of my cock was inside her mouth and throat before she gagged.We looked a sight - she was sitting in my chair, and I was leaning against the side of my desk with my trousers open at the front with my cock protruding.I wanted her naked. I suspected that she had an.