In my story, the first time my characters made love it was on a bearskin rug in front of a roaring fire on a cold winter’s night. We didn’t have a...fire, it wasn’t cold, and I didn’t have a bearskin rug either. However, Bobbie Jo was willing to pretend that my house was a cabin set in the eighteen hundreds.Together our minds pretended, as our bodies acted it out. Bobbie Jo and I melted to the floor with a passion that neither of us had know for quite some time. Our limbs intertwined, our bodies. But I knew that was not the truth and I was sure that the alarms my sixth sense was giving me were not false. I did not confront her but I made a plan. I borrowed a spy cam from my friend who used to live in adjacent society and placed it in my bedroom without anybody noticing it. I knew a lot of spices are going to be there for me tomorrow. Believe me, I was not at all angry with my wife but I was a little sad as I did not expect her to hide it from me. Next day when I came from office, I. Toh woh kaamre se nikal kar haal main gaya aur baith gaya thodai deer baad uski nazar unke door par padi. Door ke paas jane ke baad woh door baand karhi raha tah ki us ko jor jor ki hasi ki awazz ayee.Yeh awazz unke neighbour roma aunty ke ghar se a rahi thi.Arnav wahan nahi jane wala tha ki achanak uski papa ki awaaz roma aunty ki ghar se aane lagi.Uncle roma aunty ko paas bula rahe the…Mere dost ne ek kaam kiya ,usne roma aunty ki window ke paas jake dekha ki uske papa roma aunty ke kapde. So I just waited for her to proceed with whatever it was she had planned. Luckily, I soon felt her lift my skirt and spread my ass cheeks. I was not quite sure what she was doing, but one thing was certain, it was sexual! My suspicions were soon proven correct when I felt something long and hard press up against my labia. For a second, I wondered if the hot cop was in fact a transgender, but a simple glance over my shoulder was enough to reassure me. Mmmmm! I could not help but gasp as I saw.