As I concluded in the previous story, we were having phone sex regularly. But the longing for real sex was on both of our minds and hearts. We both a...e a bit worried to meet in person, as we both happily married and not sure where the real meet leads to and more over risk a hotel poses. But the thrill of having sex with a willing partner won over those apprehensions and we decided to meet. We decided a date when her husband was out of station and I did book a very good hotel.I checked in to. This edition doesn’t contain any sex story , only experience and memories of growing years, I bet most of will be able to relate to it, seat back and enjoy :).Days went dull after maid Anitha left work at our home. Somehow I managed to bring my concentration back to studies, but the urge of having sex and knowing more about it always remains somewhere in the back of my mind.I tried to understand the concept of sex, I tried repeating the act (hand job) Anitha used to give me , by myself, I.e. I. He grinned with his braces-covered teeth, “Oh fah real. What he say?” “He got the dance team you wanted for the shoot. But they’re only available next weekend.” “Let’s do it!” “Hold on, boy,” she scolded him. “They need us to fly them out to the location and pay for the rooms.” “So what’s the prob, ma?” “That’s a lot of money, son! I think they were hot on the show, but I don’t wanna fly out the coach and twenty dancers. My suggestion is that we do the coach and six of them.” “You do got a. "Yes, I suppose it has been, it still is" Have I spoilt it?"I put an arm around her and she rested her head on my chest."No, no you've not spoilt it sweet Jen, all you've done is to improve it"I felt her cheek moving against my chest as she smiled,"You don't always fuck your words up you know, sometimes you get them exactly right!" Just saying what I feel sweetheart" I squeezed her shoulder."Hey?"I nearly jumped out of my skin at what seemed like the urgency in her voice."What is it?" What did.