Isbar ye noukrani ko dekh ke dusre ko chodne ka man hi nehi ho raha tha. Man man me soch raha taha kaise chodoon . Wo 9 AM aati hai sab room jharu pon...ha karke phir bartan dhona, kapda dhona karti dopahar me khana yehi khati. Sham ko 5PM wo ghar chali jati. Roz main dekhta hoon jab wo ghar me poncha lagati uski doodh blous ke bahar nikalne ki kosis karta. Ye dekhke mera lund kabu me nehi rahta. Do chaar din bad wo mujhe dekhke muskaraayi. Kam karate karate mujhe gaur se dekhane lagi. Mujhe. Then she looked up at him with a screaming, fiery, primal lust, her eyes blazing, and part-cried, part-moaned, part-screamed, I fucking WANT IT! I want you to gimme EVERY HARD, THROBBING INCH of that beautiful, massive cock, and I want you to fuck the shit out of me, RIGHT NOW! Hearing that come from her drove me crazy, & made me groan, Oh my God! My cock twitched with excitement as I pumped it hard. I still couldnt believe that I was just chilling in a recliner, watching & listening to my wife. I perhaps crossed the line by boo-ing them in the open court in front of all their juniors. The celebration was on, but I had to go to the library after the match. The seniors – 5 of them – were pissed off after the defeat, and they followed me to vent their anger out. It was evening time, and there were 2 girls and another senior sitting there and reading. The guys walked up to the librarian, and I saw them paying him Rs.500 for leaving the chair. They walked in and were literally harassing. “Nice to meet you, Mike. Stacy has told me about you and that you seem to enjoy the photos that I have taken of her and she sent you”.“Oh yes, I enjoy receiving those photos. You have a very sexy and lovely wife.”After the initial chit-chat I go and grab my cooler and beach towel and bring them over and sit down with Stacy and Rob. We drink more beers and talk about their trip down here and my work which has brought me this way.I told Stacy that I had noticed her as she was standing looking.