Neither of us wanted to say anything. Only our soft breathing could be heard around that room and that moans and yells by the other couple fucking in ...he next room. Somehow I had to admit the truth. But last week I couldn’t seem to find any feeling of suspicion from my husband. He had never asked me anything, about my activities here in another city. Last week, I could remember he fucked me passionately, then wildly at the second round. But nothing unusual happened. Now, I asked myself, how. He was a sweet guy, but at that time in my life he wasn't what I was after. He was a bit shorter than me and still is, brown hair and at that stage average Male body. As years went by James and my friendship grew stronger and stronger to eventually reaching a point where him and I would share almost every story together. We went through a number or relationship and even went to the point where I fell pregnant, got married and gave birth where he was my closest friend. Then came the time where. Knowing my expectations, Ajay got up, removed his shorts and jockeys. I could no longer stop my hand holding his fully erect dick with red bulb out of his foreskin. Green nerves crisscrossed over his thick and long shaft. It made me think how hard he will fuck my juicy pussy.I gave a handjob to his warm dick for some time. He came near to me pointing his dick to my face. I kissed his red tomb. He pressed his dick against my lips. I made his dick wet with my tongue. I took his dick in my mouth,. From under the bed, I also had a view of the wardrobe-mirror that was located approximately half a metre from the lower end of our bed.The mirror showed me that she was wearing an extremely short skirt that barely covered her tiny ass cheeks, but I could not tell what else she was wearing. I tried to catch my breath in order not to get caught and lied down on my stomach, both hands clasping my mouth to not make any unnecessary sounds. What the hell are they doing in our flat? What am I doing.