She came out a couple of minutes later, her blouse now open to her waist, and her skirt pulled up the hem barely touching the top of her hose. She ha... followed my directions, adjusting her outfit to show more skin. My wife was clearly enjoying the men paying attention to her.Now as she walked down the aisle filled with gang bang videos she would squat, legs slightly apart, and one knee a bit higher than the other, as she had practiced at home, allowing a man standing near her to see her bare. I pushed the bell next to her name and she buzzed me in. Dropping down a small flight of steps I entered her two-room flat and looked around.“You like?” Jana asked.“It’s certainly better than a hotel room.” I replied and smiled at her.“Yes, and we have view over garden too.” I looked out over the small patch of green behind the house, not so much a garden more a wildlife sanctuary I thought.I gave her a hug and put my bags that contained all my studio lights on the floor. I put my camera bag on. I was shorter than her, that was one problem. Oh why did she marry me if that is what she wanted? I was hardly the archetypal man having more in common with Mr Bean than Mr Darcy. I decided to go on as if nothing had happened and mull over what to do. Then one day I happened to find a slip of paper in the lounge. Sophie had been careless. She had written down her username, NaughtyGirlie, alongside another word which I hoped was her password. If I could get into her account I might find out. Par bekar kosis tha.Or mai apna land uska gand me satata raha.Kuch der kosis karne ke bad kabita dam chor diya or bolne lagi ki mera maa ko bata degi.Par mai ye mouka hut se nahi jane dena chahata tha.Mai socha jo hoga badme samhal lenge.Pahele dudh ki rani ko chod to lu.Or mai kabita ko sidha lata diya.Kabita samaj gaya aj uska kya hone wala hai.Or kabita rone lagi.Par mai uska bat me ane wala nahi tha.Mai kabita ko kiss karte karte uska blouse and bra dono far diya or uska dono dudh mere.