Mark put the car into gear and then grabbed my hand. I knew what was coming, but didn’t resist. What would have been the point, anyway? There was so...ething so thrilling about sitting there with a hand down his pants, palming that thick heat while he drove. I made slow strokes down the length of him, and nudged the zipper down further with my fingertips. Mark made soft groaning noises, low in his throat, and I tried to coax out more. Moment by moment, I could feel the tip of his cock growing. I immediately introduced the fantasy of him fucking her when we made love and this went on for 3 or 4 weeks before he arrived.When he arrived on Monday morning Helen admitted she thought he was attractive. As she was his host she had to go for dinner with him. We made love the night before fantasising about him fucking her and she was really turned on. Nothing happened but she said they flirted a bit and as he was on his own over the weekend she said she would show him around London a bit,. ’ For just a brief moment the old smile was back. ‘Not if they are only drinking lemonade.’ I replied with a laugh. Once we were settled Tina said ‘I have been married three years to Ralph, but our marriage has been and still is a total disaster zone. I have always wanted children, but I firmly believe that Ralph does not really know how to do it properly. He seems to think that sex is sinful and should be done quickly and quietly after dark with the lights off, and to enjoy the sex act is in. Dear readers, the conversations of the story obviously were in ‘Bangla’, some places I have used ‘Bangla’ as happened and translated into ‘English’, otherwise I have tried to use translated English.In the year 1998, my posting was in Dhaka and I hired an apartment of two rooms. My son was then only 9 years and my daughter was 3 years kids. Once my only shali (sister-in-law) came to visit Dhaka with her husband and only 5 years old son. They nested at my apartment and we became very glad for.