She was a 5feet 6 inches tall, fair as a Kashmiri and had a sexy figure. She was slim on her waist, slim arms, 36c bosom and 38 hips. Her hair used to...fall just below her shoulders and had got married just a month ago. And all her clips were of blowjob, smooch, and fondling. I knew she had been fucked only by her husband during the honeymoon as she had joined 15 days after her marriage and seeking a transfer to Jaipur. I would be the second person to fuck her and probably the first to deflower. The views were breath-taking and my wife loved to strip-off and stand in the pool; elbows on the wall under an umbrella reading and gazing-off into the distance. I was lounging on a sun bed behind her reading and, during a particularly racy chapter felt the old wedding tackle stir. Knowing that I'd need to do something about the situation I rose and slipped into the water. As I bathed I noticed the water inlet was pumping and that she was stood right in front of it, legs slightly apart feeling. The nipples were large and light pink, about the size of an Aussie fifty-cent piece I would’ve guessed, and seemed to get her off when she played with them for the camera. I dreamed of sucking and caressing them until she moaned with rapturous pleasure, biting on them softly then harder to make her gasp and cum so very hard… Vix had a smooth, flat stomach, with a cute little ‘innie’ belly-button. I so desperately wanted to slide my tongue into that tiny little hole, and lap at her there til she. He asked me to sit on the couch and as if he read my mind, went to get a bottle of wine and a couple of beers. He said he needed a glass or two to loosen up a bit cause he was nervous. I agreed and started with a beer. Even though we've communicated for almost two months we were still strangers and certainly not well seasoned swingers. I twist up a joint and we smoke, drink and talk. He told me about his wife's passing but he was over it and ready to move onwards. He still has a few things he.