All my pleasure turned into grief.I laid there as it is till he slept.I then went into bathroom and cried.Cried till all my agony came out.I didnt wan...ed to betray my husband but fate has decided otherwise…. A month back, I and my boss,a man in his late 30’s,had worked very hard and prepared a presentation for client.The day has come,I weared a black saree and i was looking a real traditional indian woman.it was a Wednesday,our head of department,who is based out at delhi, has visited specially. They came from a completely different line of genes then I did. I was tall like Ashleigh, standing at about 5’9’’-5’10’’, I weight around 130-140lbs. I had long black hair that almost reached my butt, but I kept it up, so most only ever saw it go to the middle of my back. My eyes were brown, so brown that they were almost black, which looked good against my milky brown skin. As for legs, well they were not perfect, and my 26B chest did not make up for anything. I was not ugly, but I was. Her hair was a dark chocolate brown and her skin was slightly tanned. She had the looks to get any guy she wanted but from what I’d heard she actually didn’t date much. “I can’t…” I replied, resisting the part of me that needed to feel what she felt like inside. She placed one of her fingers in between her big red lips and sexually licked around it with her tongue. Engulfing her whole finger with her mouth and beginning to suck up and down, I wished she was doing it to my cock. “Don’t you. ”No doubt about that. There was already a big tent in his trunks.“And I’m guessing you would have slipped your hand into your shorts and taken hold of your cock.” “I might have,” he said. He drank the last of his wine, put the glass on the ledge and slipped a hand under the waistband. I imagined him wrapping his hand around the shaft of a very nice cock.“And I’m guessing you would have pulled them off and started playing with yourself.”“I might have done that, too,” he said. He lowered his.