“Oh my, Daddy. It’s so... thick.” He smirked slightly. His cock wasn’t that big in length but the girth. It had a big bulging head and was sl...ghtly curved up. But the shaft was so thick it made its head look small. It reminded me of one of my big toys, the ones I used to train my pussy to get used to big cocks. My hands rested on his shoulders and pulled him down with me as I lay back. His body fitting perfectly between my open legs. “There’s no going back from this. Sweetie, are you sure. If we both love and trust each other, then whom we have sex with doesn’t matter. It’s just a physical thing. By the way, when did you come, ma’am.Gayatri: I came when Dimpy was screaming, “Oh fuck! Rahul! Your cock feels so good in my pussy. Fuck me harder, Rahul! I am so glad my husband suggested we fuck. Your such a great fucker.”Rahul: Wait, so you knew we were having sex with her husband’s knowledge. Then why were you angry with me?Gayatri: Well, I needed to hear the full story.Rahul: So. On her bed she kneeled and raised her bottom. Her nipples rubbed back and forth against the sheets causing an electric flash to jump from her breasts to her crotch. She imagined being watched and she spread her legs so her imaginary viewer could see everything. With her hands she spread open the cheeks of her ass. She rose up and looked back into the mirror. If he were there, he would see her pussy and her anus. She started rubbing herself harder, spreading the wetness from her pussy to her. “I don’t think you get what you want from Ajit, I know the look,” He said and moved closer. I was feeling confused and torn. On one side was this chance to do with this handsome hunk and on one side the fear of being found out. What should I do? I was dressed in a pink transparent saree and blouse without sleeves. My shite arms and milky 36D breasts were inviting him. He moved closer and pushing me against the compartment wall planted a kiss on my lips. In a moment my hesitation was gone and I.