There was one where you wipe your thing between my legs. I watched that several times" Do you want to see my thing again?" No, of course not! I am mar...ied"At this point I took a moment to look at what your wife was wearing. She was dressed very demurely, black jacket, white blouse, black knee length skirt, black tights or stockings and black heels.She saw me looking at her legs."What?" She asked."You have fantastic legs Janet. Are you wearing stockings?" No, tights, why" I don't like tights. . well, let’s face it, we’re both knocking on a bit. What’s so different, other than you’ve had this strange . . . oh, I don’t know what to call it . . . affair, happening, with Helen?’ Veronica nodded, thoughtfully. Eventually, she looked up at me and a thin smile creased the corners of her lipstick-free mouth. ‘You’re a wonderful husband Richard. I’m sure not many men would have put up with me. Not for all these years. What, no sex, no hanky-panky! They’d have been off like a shot.’ It was. Amake nirab dekhe unar ektu sahos ta bere gelo. Tar hath amar kadher upor theke buker upor neme elo.Amar sara gaye shirshir kore uthlo.Uni amar pechhone dariye bagal diye tar dui hath diye thabai amar duto mai dhore nilo aar mai duto ke chepe dhore tepte shuru korlen. Aamar shorir bhison gorom haye uthloo, maier bota duto sokto haye dariye geloo, mukh ta lal haye geloo aar shwas proshwas drut boite thake ufff.Uni eibaar amar pachhate unar sokto bara ta ghosa suru kore dilen ar amar ghader upore. Doug and her had talked about swinging or swapping or hot wife cuckolding, but it had been nothing more than sexy talk in the bedroom. Both of them were too cowardly to do anything more than talk about it. But when she remembered how Mr. Wilson’s hand had crept underneath her skirt, his fingers and palm fondling their way up her stocking, then across her bare thigh, and finally touching her and pressing into her slit, she felt herself moistening again. Now she knew what she had needed for the.