They rolled down there window and introduced themselves as Sarah and Luke. Sarah and Luke were around the same age as me maybe a bit older. Sarah was ...londe with a tint of brown running through it she was stunning to be fair. Luke wasn’t bad looking either although he was ginger by the time I had introduced myself another two cars had pulled up and had started flashing. I asked what they wanted and Luke replied “fucking” with a little giggle. The guys from the two cars had walked over and. In the ten minutes it took to brew, and for me to draw the first cup and sit at the table in the kitchen nook to consider my situation, my loving wife appeared, clad only in one of my old event-oriented T-shirts hanging off one shoulder. She looked stunning. She poured a mug of coffee for herself and sat opposite me. She took a sip and looked into my eyes. “You all right?” she asked in a soft voice. “God, I love you,” I said with an intensity that surprised me. “Are you feeling okay?” She. We’d worked hard and saved for it. If things had been different, we would have probably moved on to something bigger but right now it suited me fine.I gazed at all the framed family photographs, the smiley faces on high days and holidays all carrying a special memory. My eyes settled on a framed picture of Jason and me taken on our wedding day. It suddenly occurred to me that although it had been ever-present in this room for twenty years, the photograph had moved from a place of pride on. I too started licking Prem’s dick which was covered with his cum as well as wetness of Rupali’s pussy. I & Rupali both had become street whores or sluts as you may call it. I could see the shine of satisfaction in my dad’s eyes.After some rest & having some snacks we went for another round of sucking & fucking. This time we exchanged partners. Dad rammed my friend Rupali & I rode on top of Prem. Dad & Prem even ordered us to get into some lesbian action which we eagerly obliged to. I.