Ab woh chhota ladka meri biwi ke uper paagal ho gaya tha…..Woh meri biwi ke hamesha paas he rehne ki koshish karta rehta….Uska jab bhi mann karta ...o woh apna lauda meri biwi ke samne nikal leta aur samne he muth maarna shuru ker deta……Ohir kabhi meri biwi ke paas aa ker apna chhota sa 4 inch ka lauda meri biwi ke gaand ke uper ragadta aur meri biwi ke bade momme haath mein le ker unke saath khelta rahta…..Aur kabhi meri biwi ko haath mein le ker apna lauda hilane ko bolta jab tak paani nehin. ***"Third change." As the lift opened again on the third floor, seeing not asingle human in the corridor,Nathan looked on as Jamie pressed the buttonrepetedly to close lift door. His eyes fell on Jamie's long paintedfingernails. Vivid memories of those fingernails holding his cock enteredhis mind. These visual images were so detailed and realistic, that Nathanfound himself wondering - did he become gay when he was drunk?Stupid, stupid, stupid. Jamie who was scanning his fingernails for anysigns. ’‘Maybe…’‘Fuck “maybe”.’ His hand reached to brush her fingers, undeterred by what adorned the fourth one. ‘Come with me.’Her small, slender body seized, heart racing. Fight or flight. Then her hand closed on his. ‘Okay.’The restroom stall was white porcelain on black tiles, each surface polished to a sheen. She could see herself in outline when he put her there–palms flat against the wall, arms spread, body braced in place by his insistent shove. ‘Bit like the picture.’Fuck. Blood hammered in. I was sitting in my boxers and T-shirt, reading the newspaper, sipping a chardonnay, as I kept abreast of the televised action. Some ironic broadcasting god caused a public service announcement for Gamblers Anonymous to be playing on the TV as the door to the bedroom opened.She looked dreadful in a beautiful, helpless, sensual way, which, while seeming to be a contradiction, accurately describes her appearance. I could not understand but only empathize with the feelings of betrayal and.