I watched my wife dancing in a sexy way. She was shaking her curly blond hair; her large braless boobs were bouncing and swaying in her tight dress.Th...t short red dress soon got her plenty of attention as I knew it would. A tall and huge muscled black guy danced over to her grinning. She grinned back and moved closer to him, turning her back on me as she did so.They got closer and closer to each other until finally they were touching; their bodies bumping against each other as they danced. My. Now she is twenty-eight years old and happily married to her husband, Amit. She works at a manufacturing firm.Amit was the only man she had ever had sex with, and after marriage, she thought she wouldn’t regret this decision. He loved her like no man ever did before.This happened to her last year when she and her husband went clubbing in Goa. Yup, she went clubbing, but only with her husband.That day, she was wearing a dress which was open around her shoulders and above her boobs, like a summer. As I was pondering things they could do to make up for their tardiness, I walked over to hear Stephanie's latest excuse. "Hello Mr. Benson," Stephanie purred. I tried not to smile as she continued on, "We're terribly sorry we are late, but we had to study for the test that I just couldn't wait to take today." Nicely played on her part. Maybe I won't give them detention for the effort. I sighed. "Just sit down Stephanie; you too, Ever." I tried to make eye contact with her, but she just walked. Kissing for few more minutes and I am on my underwear not. She helped me take her shorts off and the red panty was so wet already. She was so passionate and sensual. She slowly took my brief off to see my dick saluting her. “So, lemme show what I have got you to taste from India, u English banging bastard.”She was so horny and enjoying it. She was on her knees, started sucking my dick and I could be happier at the moment. She kissed me all over and I did pull her hair when she was sucking, so.