I have a very attractive figure of 34-28-34. My hair is black. I am 4’11? tall. I live in New Delhi, India with my husband. His name is Aakash. He i... a software programmer in a large multinational company. Our married life was happy till a little while ago.Our problems started with the recession in the US. My husband was in the danger of losing his job. One day, we had gone to a party where his boss, Mr. Murthy saw me.That day I was wearing a sexy sari with a sleeveless blouse. It was low cut. "Oh no, you don't get to control me" she purred as she leapt off the bed again. "With you dressing like that, I think you'd be open to something else..." I saw her go towards another dresser and open a lower drawer. As she turned round I saw a strap on kit and a dildo that must have been 7 inches.My jaw dropped. "Please!"I turned about on the bed, raising my man-pussy up and pulling my dress up "Please, I want this so much" I could feel my arse pulsing.She strutted towards me, her heels. My entire life, I was obsessed with the idea of being with an older woman. I fantasized constantly, admiring teachers, women on the street, and even a few of his friends’ mothers. Of course, I had even slept with many of them. I had made a stop at the canteen nearby the lake earlier that day and began admiring the woman in front of him. She was very short, probably no taller than 5’2″. She was a little heavy, but had a tantalizing round ass and an adorable face. We had struck up a conversation,. "Then get your ass down here, on your fucking hands and knees," Dave ordered.As I crawled between the two truckers, I got my first good look at Dave's dick. It was huge; maybe an inch longer than Carl's, and considerably thicker. It was milky white in color, contrasted against his deeply tanned skin, with a slight upward curve as it snaked from his ripped body. He wore a large steel cock ring, his pubes shaved clean. I reached up to touch his magnificent wand, my fingers not closing around his.