He seemed not to be in slow motion, making me beg him to hurry, but he seemed to get slower, as he opened his pants and finally pulled himself free fr...m their constraints.'Put it in me', I said aggressively, I was getting desperate, he was infuriating me, I needed to fuck and I was contorting myself, raising my ass to an impossible height, as I tried to make contact with his heavy cock.He reached onto the coffee table and picked-up the 'Schweppes Tonic bottle', 'Use it Slut', and he bent. Suddenly he said-“Samir is weekend pe hum kahin bahar jayangee?Waise bhi treat deni hai tujhe aur bhabhi ko mera engagement ho gaya hey. Bangalore me tho bahut saare pub honge…kya bolta hai?”I just wasn’t ready for this sudden invitation. I thought real fast and said-“Sorry yaar hum log friday hi Hyderabad ja rahe hain…cousin ke ghar pe function hai.”It was Independence Day and 2 more days of holiday so my excuse sounded valid enough.”Par tumne toh kuch bataya nahi is baare me?”My innocent wife. She began the cover story sheand Emma had carefully prepared only a few days ago. "Derek had alreadygone out by the time I got up. About half past eight." This was quiteplausible. She--that is Derek--had been getting to work before eightmost days the week before. "I met Emma that day, and we went shoppingand did some sightseeing together. I came back in the late afternoonand he hadn't come home. I did some more shopping and came home andwent to bed early. He still wasn't back. When I didn't see. .. an ice cube? a popscicle? his fingers, dipped in ice water? Again, my mind can not choose, while my body revels in the sensation. Over and over, new sensations assault my skin, my mind, my being, each one bringing me closer to the point of overload. He knows my body like a favorite movie, a treasured book, a coveted painting, and he tantalizes every square millimeter of me, until I am shuddering, gasping, wanting. At last, I hear his voice, smooth and full, and he says only three.