Similar like all the wife and husbands we also planned a lot regarding savings and about buying our own house some where near pune and to get shifted ...o pune etc., my husband use to maintain all the financials and I never interfered, I just ask him for pocket money when ever I need…. Like all the homes, there was always crunch and our savings where not going any where.Somthing that got changed after marriage is my dressing style… My husband use to tell me that when ever he walks in the malls. Gwen, a little tipsy from the wine, stumbled at one point and caught herself by placing her hands forward on the stairs, her full round ass completely exposed and showing her shaved lips and pink asshole directly to me. I couldn’t resist the urge to give it a quick rub and light slap before we continued on up the stairs. We spilled into the room and sat in the living room, the girls on the couch and Tim and I seated on the opposite side of the room in the matching club chairs.Tim got up for. When her fingers stroked inside my legs it wasn’t an absolute surprise but still made me visibly jerk with the physical shock. I had heard apocryphal tales of people making out on public transport, but never thought it actually took place, least of all with me. I supposed that the confines of the crowd had led to a little inappropriate touching. That it was a mistake and not a sexual advance. However, this theory was tested soon enough.I put my right hand on a steel pole and held on as the tram. And since not too many faggots in those places are as womanly as I am, I proved to be a big hit. Picture this: you’re a married guy whose wife is fat or either not sexually attractive or not sexually responsive to your needs. You head for the adult bookstore preview booths to kick back and watch some porn and jerk off – maybe even cop a blow job from some faggot back there. You open the door to a booth – and you see a nude woman in high heels inside. But wait, it isn’t a woman at all; “she” has.