He turned me and kissed my neck from my back. He dropped my saree pallu and squeezed my hips. “You have a stunning structure darling,” he said.“...an you guess my sizes?” I asked“34-24-32?”“That’s right. Think you are an expert.”He tore my blouse and squeezed my boobs. He then totally removed my saree. He inserted his fingers in my panties and fingered me. I was moaning in pleasure. He tore my bra and turned me towards him. “Stop tearing my dress. What will I tell my husband?”“I’ll buy you a lot. Through it all she was purring like a big cat “Yeeeeeeaaaahhhhh!!!”He finally flopped over on his side and tried to reassemble the shattered pieces of his mind. It took a while. He turned to look at her when he DID get back to some reasonable state of sanity. She said with sincerity, “I meant it; I’m yours if you want me.” An exquisite wave of sadness washed over him. He knew that the man she had given herself to was not real. And he feared that the revelation of who he REALLY was would mean. I found myself leaning over the sink spreading my legs further apart, I could feel my juices making tracks down my inner thighs. My hand reached into a drawer and hurriedly pulled out a plastic serving spoon which I began rubbing my pussy with under my short night gown. I never wear underwear, ever. I watched as Marty began bucking into my princess’s face and I could see tears welling in her eyes trying to keep his pace. With one jolt backward of his head I knew he was close. I moved the spoon. I have an almost abnormally small pussy and Steve has a huge cock and because of this sex was never spontaneous for us, we had to have a lot of foreplay for me to get wet enough and excited enough to be able to receive him in my tight pussy. As you can imagine our sex life is not very exiting but it is fulfilling. We usually have sex on the weekends, it starts Saturday morning when he bring me breakfast to bed, he will then bath me, dress me up and for the rest of the day he will keep physical.