We live in a posh society in Colaba and own 3 cars. Basically, a more than well to do lifestyle is Upper Society. Our children study in an Upper-class... Swish South Mumbai school. Now about my wife and our married life. My wife was one of the hottest females when i met her in London School of Economics.My friends use to call her Demi Moore. Fair in complexion, 5′8 and 34-30-32 if I’m not wrong. Perfect boobs and an ass to die for. Something immediately struck off between us. There must have been. . Avalu nan thunne hidkondu cheeplarambisidalu.. Kadiyutidalu.. Nanthara chinna nanagu ninna thullina ruchi nodbeku andhe.k anta heli kaal agalisidalu. Tourch aki nodidhe purthi wet agithu. Thullina smell nange nashe tharta ithu.thadeyalardhe nekkalu aarambisidhe..thullina lips cheepidhe.avala thullina olge nanna nalgeyanu haki nekkidhe. Avalu sukhadinda naralu thidalu.. Darling nekku anutha nan thunneyanu hisukta idlu.. Nanthara nange thadeyalagadhe chinna ba nan thunnena olge itko andhe.. Bus. A soft summertime symphony of insect and bird noises fills the air, while a thousand shades of green provides a visual backdrop formed by an endless succession of bushes, trees, brambles and shrubs lining the river bank. Beyond the banks lays miles of hills and forests, without any sign of civilization’s lines and angles. The warm afternoon seems eternal, and he wishes the sun would slip down further, bringing the welcome cool of evening, and a time to rest his aching muscles. She is there. She didn’t say a word but her eyes said that she needs it badly. I stretched legs and put my penis on the gateway.Suddenly my phone rang. It was you (Rahil). I picked up the phone. Just imagine how it feels when me (Viraj) and your wife (Sneha) were nude and start to fuck each other & you called. I gave phone to Sneha. She talked for two minutes. Put the phone aside & I pressed my penis to her pussy. She moaned: “Ahhh.. Viraj. Make it slow.” I made another three hard thrust & it all the way.