I put my hands on her shoulders and her hand was on my thighs we both were exploring body of each other like I was rubbing my hand on her boobs above ...louse pressing them slowly and she was playing with my thighs penis above my shorts and talking each other regarding our life.after sometime I opened her blouse button and inserted her hand inside my short ,in no time her hand reached my penis which was hard and wet. She was pressing my penis gently and I was pressing her nipples areola slowly. I guessed that she was moaning in pleasure. As rani has said about her before, i thought the servant was fucking my Saroja. I reached that room’s door step the door was in opened. Holding my hand in the wall, i peeped into the room. I was amazed to see that. There was a women her pallu was dropped in that king sized bed, top two hooks of the blouse were unhooked revealing black bra and her 36 d boobs was trying to come out of the jail. She closed her eyes and was biting her lower lips and. .Then as we were walking…We came across the life and i was like why not go to the terrace. We can enjoy the cool breeze and can talk a lot more…At first she was hesitant but later accepted and have finally reached the terrace..As soon as we reached the terrace…My dick started raising due to her hot attire and the cool breeze running through my cheeks…She was just looking at the scene from the terrace…When i happened to give her a hug from behind…And when she was about to shout…I just turned her. My wife's belief that she'd married a handsome,young man -- a proud, masculine man -- had certainly crashed in ruins.She was looking at an imitation woman. A lovely imitation, if I do sayso myself. But still ....Yet, she seemed to think so too! And she'd known even before she sawme? She'd just said, 'It's true!' Someone else had told her about me,a 'they' who'd told her I was a stunner, lovely looking! Who were these'they'? I had a reputation as a beauty?She took a step forward, and I.