I carried her from the car to inside her home, carefully depositing her on the lounge chair. Sitting on the ottoman, I carefully removed her shoes and...socks, noticing that a slight bruise was already forming on her affected ankle."Have you some ice in the freezer?" I asked her.She started to say that she could manage, but I cut her off and told her that I would make sure she was OK before I left, and that included getting some treatment for her ankle.I left her to retrieve the ice from the. It felt wonderful and I told him so as his hands massaged every inch of my feet. Before I knew it my time was up. Brad put my socks back on and went and washed the lotion off his hands.A few more sips of wine and it was my turn, I wasn't sure again whether to go truth or dare, so I finally went with truth. I braced myself for a personal question and I got it, the question was is your husband good in bed. This was an odd question at first but then I guess I realized that coming from the younger. "I would love for you to suck me totally off, but you said something about a fuck", he said. She pulled away; his cock was covered in saliva. She lay, legs wide open and as he mounted her and pushed that throbbing length into that hair covered cunt, grunted. "I love a hair covered cunt". With that he thrust and drove his not small cock to the limits of her cunt. Her bum rose to receive it and as he pumped gasped between the grunts "Give it to me hard" and hard he did. He fucked her as he did. I am teaching in Delhi Primary School. I have one son who is 18 years old. My husband is a Principal and we married after I got pregnant in affair with my husband. We used to live together, as Delhi is a free city relative to other parts of India.My fantasy is so secret and shocking that it would remain a secret if I don’t write here anonymously, my all time favorite writer who always gets my pussy wet when I read his stories. Then only I decided to confess and write to this writer and here is.