That meant that she knew little about my sad excuse for a sex life. Now, she saw my face, jealous at this woman getting the attention of two men, when...I couldn’t even arouse the interest of one. She reached out and stroked my face with her fingertips, “What’s up, honey?” “Nothing,” I said, straightening up. “Sure there is. Have I shocked you, telling you I’m going to be a shared wife?” “Well, a bit, “ I admitted. “I don’t even know what that means.” She laughed, “Oh, it’s nothing special, just. Hubby to bahar hi rahte hain.Abhi – Ohh. Woh kaisi dikhti hai?Geeta – Bilkul teri mom jaisi hai. Bas usko. Maze karne wala chahiye.Abhi – Ye ajeeb nahi lagega?Geeta – Tum karo to. Bahut pyar karegi tujhe. Housewife ko tere jaise boys bahut pasand aate hain.Geeta ne meri pant par hath fera.Geeta – Jab woh teri god mein baithegi to tu mujhe yaad karega.Abhi – Oh.Geeta – Yaar teri mom bhi bahut pyasi hai. Maine kai baar baat ki hai. Tu us par try kyun nahi marta. Tum dono to ghar mein akele rahte. ‘Jean, you really made this evening romantic. The candles, the nightgown, what made you so sure that everything would turn out so well?’ ‘We women have our ways.’ ‘So, you’re going to be mysterious?’ ‘Would you have half as much fun if I wasn’t?’ She pulled herself up and kissed me. Our mouths meshed for a minute and then I broke off. ‘I’m not going to waste this candlelight.’ I pulled her peignoir off one arm and then the other. After several more kisses I lifted the nightgown over her head.. Now I have been fighting alcohol and d**g addiction since I was 11yrs old I was pretty much a full blown alcoholic by 14 and it was tough getting to 21 years old when I went to rehab although I did straighten up completely for about a year I have demons in me that just like to party so I quit drinking altogether as I was going to kill myself or worse someone else and if you have never had to battle any kind of addiction feel very blessed although we all have our demons as much as I hate.