Her tanned, tight, heart shaped ass jiggled as her hips swayed from side to side.“Peter, Gil's here, please get our guest a drink,” Brie called ou... as she looked over her shoulder and grinned at me.I followed Brie to the spacious, tastefully decorated living room. Peter was standing in front of an eight foot long, mahogany liquor cabinet, and had just finished pouring a glass of scotch; he turned around and greeted me. “Welcome to our home, Gil. Scotch is fine with you?” He was wearing a pair. She dressed up while she was wearing her dress i was licking over her face.She went to her house and got her self hair dressed and ready to meet her hubby. We had bad luck since her hubby left to Hyderabad only the next day. As soon as his hubby left i went and hugged her from behind and she loved it. I kissed her neck and pressed her boobs.She left a moan and this time i took off my track pants and my 5" cock was ready to ride a cave. i lifted her saree and inserted it without any condems or. Her big tits were bouncing around like crazy, his big cock going in and out slapping that beautiful ass of hers, her moans and grunts of pleasure that I had heard before but never seen. It was too much and I couldn't hold back anymore and exploded!!! My hot cum shot up to my neck and drenched me all the down to my cock. Rope after rope shot out of my cock paralyzing me in pleasure!! Toes curling, moaning loudly with each rope of cum that I ejaculated!! What a great orgasm that was!!After. It was gradual. At first I just imagined her in those situations. And that turned me on. But more and more I started including myself in her fantasies. Then I started thinking back to the things you made me do. I still hate it. But I guess you could say I’m evolving. I’ve come to realize that if I didn’t hate doing it, or watching my wife being forced to perform, then it wouldn’t be the fantasy. I don’t know if that makes any sense. I’m being completely honest when I say I’m not the least bit.