“Heyyyyy, what's up? Why do you look so sad?” I didn't even realize until then just how my face looked and I tried to play it off, hoping she'd le...ve it alone. “It's nothing. I was just thinking, that's all.” She didn't drop it though, and tried to pry even further. “Come on. Tell me. It's okay.” No, it's not okay, I thought to myself. None of this is okay. You're married. I shouldn't be feeling like this, but I do, and it hurts because I can't do anything at all about it. “It's nothing... I'm. I hated the fact that I was not able to resist him, in fact I was horny and wet ready for him.He whispered in my ear, "I know you like this so don't resist, let's keep our secret a secret."Never had I been so vulnerable to a man, but my loins were burning with desire and I wanted him to satisfy my thirst or as we say in Hindi 'Hawas'. As I responded to his actions my hand grabbed his erect dick over his track pants. I started to lovingly stroke it over his pants as we continued to smooch and. We all kept on chatting about various topics which included my marriage and out of blue; Shona asked me what type of a girl I like and if I have any gf. I replied I didn’t have any gf, because of my work timings and I would like to have a modern girl with traditional looks as my wife. Then the topic drifted to other things and finally landed on sex. As the couple were friendly with me and extremely in their views, the hubby asked me if I had sex with anyone till then, I replied that I had a few. She wore black stiletto heels and dark stockings. Her breasts were encased in a sequined gown with numerous slits and slots that exposed her legs, arms and midsection. Her face makeup was bright and alluring. Maureen’s red hair was pinned in a loose bun behind her head. ‘Maureen will show you to our dance and music studio. Please return at dinner for our next raffle and rearrangement of couples.’ Mr. Ingram wavered but Maureen stepped in front of him and walked towards the door, gently leading.