I sat quietly on the floor in the candlelight, waiting for him to enter our apartment. When he opened the door, he'd see me sprawled out on the floor ...ith everything around me. I'was so excited, and my pussy was on fire. I couldn't wait to make love when he arrived.All of a sudden, I heard the key open the door and my boyfriend Timothy walked in."Happy Birthday, Timothy," I said."Wow, aren't you a sight for sore eyes. What an amazing scene you've created. Oh my God!"Timothy looked at everything. I'm going to head home now. Have a good weekend.”“Thanks …. Are you walking home?”“Yeah my car is in the shop right now.”“Can I give you a ride?”That smile again. “Yeah that'd be great. Thank you.”They made more small talk on the drive to Michael's apartment. She caught him checking out her breasts, which were accentuated by the seatbelt tight between them. It gave her a little thrill. She snuck a peak at his crotch but was disappointed that his shorts were too baggy to show anything. She. "Go to the back door. Take off all your clothes. Wad them up and put them through the pet door. Then get on your knees and ring the bell once. Wait on your knees until I let you in." Again the door was shut in my face.My temper got the best of me. I stomped back to my car and left. This was unbelievable. There was snow on the ground and it was twenty-eight degrees out. How could she expect me to strip and wait naked on the back step to be let into my own house? After riding for about thirty. I told him that I have to convince my wife Rittu to bring her to the hotel. Anyway I reached home and told my wife that a friend of mine had come from Bombay and he has invited us for dinner.I told her he was my school friend she said she didn’t want to go but when I persisted she agreed. We reached park royal hotel at 8.30.Rittu was wearing a black sarre and she was looking quite attractive. I thought myself that I am taking my wife to fuck someone else to a stranger. I thought we should go.