.. You lean over and begin licking and sucking my nipples... " yea, baby, I love my nipples sucked". Rubbing your shoulders , down your back, you come...up for another hot, wet kiss as I lift you up and sit you on the table. I kiss your lips again, gently, tenderly. Then your cheek, your neck... rubbing your chest, I lay you back on the table, standing between your legs... I bump our cocks together as I glide my hands all over your fuckin' sexy body. All over your chest, down your tummy, running. Our sexual relationship limited to this routine action and after the birth of kids, this routine action became a very rare possibility. All this made me think most of the stories are influenced by Western culture than real experience until the day of this incident.Let me introduce myself. I am Ritika, aged 33, have 2 kids. I am a semi-housewife as I look after my husband’s business too. My husband Ajay is a full-time orthodox businessman. My marriage with him is of no happy and no regret. He is. I make sure she has the right kind of bottled water in her room along with a few of her favorite beers and wine. Depends on what kind of mood she is in as to what she will drink. I pick her up at the airport, take her where she wants to go and hang around the Hyatt Regency Hotel where she stays in case she wants anything.I can't say when this idea I had started, maybe when I was delivering some wine to her room and she was taking a shower. The bedroom door was open slightly and she was coming. "I'm going to fuck you now." She crawled over him, her ripe breasts swinging like melons on a vine. "I've wanted to fuck you for years," she whispered, kissing his neck, his ears, his mouth, which smelled of her. She lowered her cunt over the swollen tip of his cock in a slow, circling motion. He kissed her open mouth as she sank down, engulfing his cock in her generous pussy. "Nobody's ever fucked me like this, girlfriend-- you are a wild woman; you are a revelation; you are a fucking.