I noticed that we were all feeling a little ‘gay’ but what really caught my eye was my wife’s hand on our friend’s leg. I am certainly the jea...ous type but then again my wife always talks with her hands and is a touching person. I’m thinking she might be feeling a little sorry for him since he is divorced, no children and is almost always alone. It’s not like our friend couldn’t have a girlfriend, because he is a nice looking gentleman, not Hollywood handsome, but just nice looking. He is not. I am staring at my aunt’s derriere, her bare legs, and her bare feet as she stands on her tiptoes.Apparently satisfied, she drops back down and turns facing me. Her face has that ‘kiss me’ look. So I lean in without waiting and bump lips. At first, she seems surprised but then accepts. Boy does she! I feel her tongue licking my lips as we lock mouths. I feel sweaty, hot. Her arms pull me against her. Her boobs squeeze against my chest. My pants feel sticky. Oh, fuck! I think I just came!She is. I was kissing very deeply that time, but suddenly I broke the kiss, and said,“Reshma, what are you doing? This is not rightShe asked, “why not? What’s wrong in it?”I released her, and then said: “Reshma, we live in different cities, far away from each other, besides I am not a rich guy who could keep her happy all the time.”Then Reshma said something which I could never forget. She said that love doesn’t mean that we should stay together always, it means that we should be in each other’s heart. From my initial introductions, that seemed to be by far the color of choice, at least some shade of blonde. I stood out as the only pure brunette. Her bikini bottoms were at least as low cut as mine, she had no hint of stretch marks. Her boobs were about my size, and although hard to tell from her top, did not seem to exhibit the telltale signs of sagging I had learned to detect.We were really having a good time. She had gone for our third glass of wine, which I was very judiciously sipping. I.