Now I looked at the watch. It was 10 minutes since Sidharth had gone to the bath. So only 10 minutes had passed which felt like an hour almost. So now...she moved her hands over my underwear and started massaging my monster over the undies.I was controlling myself with great difficulty. Or else I’d have held her then and there and fucked her brains out. I almost gasped when she suddenly gave a press on my cock. “Ahh, Bindu what are you doing?” hoping nobody would have heard it. I saw the naughty. I started preparing for the BDSM session. I had the bondage tools with me but required more items like ropes, wax, and other stuff. I purchased and kept my bag ready for the day. I messaged Simi that I am ready. I also gave her the links of some BDSM session videos to have a fair idea and be ready for it.We both were waiting for the right time, and luck favored us. Got the message from her that her husband was going to Delhi to take interviews for campus placements. He would be leaving on. As i was paying the clerk kept staring at my breasts im no stranger to it and he looked young in his teens so i brushed it off soon as i got in my car i looked and saw my nipples were at full attention the clerk must have saw them i started thinking what if give him a better look, i started driving i couldn't believe i was liking the thought of him getting off on looking at my breasts i was pretty wild in my younger days but not like that was it some pent up exhibitionist fantasy? I pulled into. But the days continued to edge on in their painstakingly slow pace, every minute an agony, and every hour a dread. I passed the time watching television, taking long walks or reassuring myself of my sexual preferences by the computer. Nothing I did could null out the longing, but for each day passing, I seemed to find slightly more of the life I had left behind on the wedding day. I had not heard a word from Tony since we departed the marina after our honeymoon. We both thought it would be for.