"Hey you got the keys to your garage? My bike is in there." I said, "Ohh yea, right." he replied. He tossed me the set of keys and I made my way over ...o the garage. I slipped the key into the lock and swing open the door. I reached to my right and found the light switch, I flipped it on. There I saw my bike, with a Black shoulder holster for my pistol on it. I un-zipped my cut, took it off and set it on the seat of my bike. I grabbed the holster and slipped it over my shoulders, I found two. But my lust kept on increasing day by day until one day!That day, again my family was not there and I was just getting out of my house, I saw her on my floor! She was wearing a beautiful cotton sari with red blouse! She was looking stunning and I just felt like lifting her to my bed! Sudden rush of aderline to my brain and dick! Dick hard on! (What u can expect from a guy after seeing such a beautiful married lady in a sari and blouse with a clear view of sexy black lacy bra) As she was walking. I figure that the two guys are the ones from the boat my husband meet last weekend. I look back at John and ask him if he and Scott could help me out. John moves between my legs and pulls my legs up by the heels of my shoes and holds my legs up and out so that my pussy and ass is stretched fully open. When I look at the screen my pussy and asshole are facing directly at the camera and I can see Scott cum running down the crack of my ass. Scott moves to my side and grabs my ankles pulls my legs. I knew that from the first time I had a wet dream at sixteen. My mother had thought I had wet the bed. Since then it had always happened, especially if I went a long time between sessions. I remember I went through a drought of women and had been too busy with work and other things; the next time I was with a woman I got light headed from the amount of cum I shot out. I never saw her again. Why was I over thinking any of this? Any man would be happy in my position. Two women that know about.