"Yeah," I answered. "I thought the movie was okay."Emily had regained her speech and said. "I thought it was good, especially the part where they were...trapped."Chelle winked at Emily and said so Dad couldn't hear, "It is fun when they get trapped." Emily blushed as Chelle started in about the movie in a normal voice. Emily made barely audible responses as we drove her home.When we got there, I walked her up to the door. I wondered what the hell I was supposed to do. I mean, a big kiss? But. She was wearing a really short skirt and it rode up and both Doug and Emma could see her pink knickers; I couldn't help but notice the large bulge in his pants. Emma leaned over me to get a better look resting her hand on my growing bulge. 'She looks hot' Emma said, 'I want to bury my head down there' and she kissed me sexily on the lips.That was all the encouragement we needed and we set off for their house. Doug got some wine and we sat down in front of the telly and Emma put some porn on.. I pushed his head away, slid my hand about my cock, smeared him with it, then allowed him to lick and suck my fingers clean. “Damn, you’re true to this aren’t you fagboi. Go over to the side rail and lean over it. “What are you going to do to me now?” He asked nervously. “Whatever the fuck I want. You got a problem with that bitch?” I challenged. “No”“Good, then get it done.” I walked over to the rail and stood right behind him. I slapped his ass repeatedly as I knelt down, spread his ass. But I never told my wife regarding this as I dint know how she would react. She is typical Indian woman who knew never had any relationship. After about 5 yrs of our marriage our sexual life stared to get weaker. It then I started telling her stories about she getting fucked my other guys. At first she was pissed but gradually after 2 years of slow sex poising stories she started to enjoy those fantasies. When I tried to approach her to do it in real she would not agree to it. She would always.