He was smart, fair and stylish, a taller fellow, with a sophisticated look that impressed many. I believe my wife had a liking for him since she saw h...m. I was a bit jealous, but wanted her satisfied. I called Arun to my place one day for drinks in the evening and asked my wife Priya to dress revealingly and just sexy enough to have him thinking of her. The plan was to have him drinking enough to accept our proposal and my wife’s dressing would help.On the day, my wife dresses in a low cut top. Spoiled, inexperienced. Ripe. My recent breakup had left me crippled, emotionally and physically I was starved. After two years of dedication I was deemed boring and broken up with before I left for school. I was angry, livid with rage. I threw myself into the gym, worked out constantly, ate only vegetables and protein shakes until my hard work began to show, losing my precious thigh dimples and muffin top. I was strong, finally. I was broken, but beat the shit out of him mentally instead of. He moaned softly as my cock hit the back of his throat several times before he guided me to turn around and pressed his face into my ass and licked passionately at my hole. He was clearly enjoying my young body. I was enjoying it too. His tongue tasting my ass, he reached up between my legs and caressed my balls and started to stroke my cock. He was quickly bringing me to the edge of orgasm. The feeling was incredible, so passionate, so loving and attentive. I didn’t know, but would later find. That's what's most important." ...Thanks," I whisper as mum emerges from the changing room with Jennyin her arms, who looks VERY agitated to not be in her dress anymore- afeeling I can easily relate to."Did I hear your friend right when she said that you don't have one ofyour traditional Saturday night parties tonight?" Mum asks."Yeah," I say. "My birthday yesterday, Jamie's fianc?'s the day beforeso they thought three was overkill or something." Good!" Mum says with a grin as she vainly tries.