We had a lot of friends and we made a lot more and we entertained a lot. Our love life was great. We would hear that things would slack off as we grew...older and became more and more used to each other, but that didn't happen to us. We were still making love four and five times a week even in our eighth year of marriage.Life was everything that I could have wished for.I doubt that I will ever forget the date. It was Tuesday the eighth of June and the day before my birthday.I had dropped my car. The finest pole dancer couldn’t begin to match the raw sensuality of this enticing creature as the band shifted tempo to a sassy jazz interlude. As we swung back into the blues beat I glanced her way again and my eyes almost popped out of my head! She was squeezing an engorged nipple with one hand while the other was up under her mini, her thong shoved to the side revealing a tasty baby smooth pussy for god and country to see. Her fingers where glistening wet from her juices as she plundered. I screamed out “I want you to make me cum all over your face cunt.” Her tongue now had me on the edge of cumming. I couldn’t take it any longer and I came very hard all over her sweet face. As I pulled away from her I could see my sweet juices all over her mouth and face. I grabbed the vibrator and began using it again on her sweet hole. She is squirming on the bed as she tries to get her hands free from the cuffs. I teased her for several minutes until she begs, “Please let me cum. I can’t. Shweta aate hi apne kamre mein chali gayi. Light gayi to mein kamre ka door open kar diya. Shweta ke kamre ka door khula hua tha aur room mein shweta ke aane ki wajah se floor gila hua tha kyonki wah buri tarh bhigi huyi thi. Meine bahar se hi dekha ki uske kapde bheege huye the wah saree blouse pebne thi. Mein bathroom mein chala gaya aur jab bathroom se bahar aya to match mangne ke liye Shweta ke kamre ki taraf gaya. Because mein smoke nahi karta to mere paas match box nahi tha.Mein Shweta ke.