His dick came out of her cunt with a ‘plock’ sound as some of his semen flowed out of her beautiful love hole.Payal: You enjoyed it?Rajeev: I love...you.Payal: Shut up! You need to get going. Go have a bath and get ready. I will prepare breakfast.Rajeev: What? I can’t even say that I love my wife and in response, all I get is ‘Shut Up.’Payal: Yes, that’s all you’re going to get. Now go get ready. I have packed your luggage. All you have to pack is your phone charger.Rajeev: Babe, please stay for. "I reluctantly did what I was told and climbed into her lap. She was leaning against a bale of hay, her cheeks getting flushed, from the heat or the situation, I wasn't sure. She tucked my brown hair behind my ears and looked into my eyes. Slowly, she leaned her face closer to mine, slightly tilting it. She licked her lips briefly before making contact with mine. She closed her eyes as our lips met. I felt the warm, smooth lips against mine for a few seconds before she eased her tongue between. “Hello.” My already pounding heart quickens again and I order her to come upstairs. She follows the instruction and stands in front of me in my room. Even after a long day at work her beauty shines through – a combination of classic porcelain skin, vivid eyes, soft full lips and an innocence that always hides her appetite for life. I tell her not to speak but to undress. I know she has followed my instructions – the heels, stockings and black underwear only serve to make this beautiful woman. Whenever they moved, those areas took on a life oftheir own, jiggling and wiggling and bouncing. They were always self-conscious. They inched closer to each other, as if that would protectthem from what came next. But their wives began to show them what theywere expected to wear. First came small frilly caps. Then dresses withbib fronts and micro-skirts. No panties. Fishnet stockings. Blackshoes with square toes and thick two-inch heels. They got dressed andwere distraught to see that.