Since I had included a copy of the DNA test in the file, they knew now that wasn’t the case. So, instead of stiff-looking lawyers, or Austin Thaddeu... Whelan the 2nd himself, Jennifer and I faced his wife, a successful business woman - and an heiress.“So, Mr. Hart, how much do you want? One hundred thousand, you sign the birth certificate, and we’ll all forget this little mistake. Or, maybe we could make it two hundred thousand. With that money you could make sure that your son can have a good. As if the water drops falling on my bare skin weren’t enough to make me feel horny, Dhruv started brushing his left hand on my bareback. I started shivering with pleasure and couldn’t resist a couple of moans.My moans encouraged him and he started caressing my belly, circling my navel, and pinching my belly a little. I was blushing so much but enjoying it too. I acted as if I wanted to resist. I kept pleading to him, “Please Dhruv, stop it, baby. Someone might watch us.But to no vain. Deep down. I stuttered and stammered at first, but quickly broke down and confessed that I masturbated to thoughts of her. Probing me for details, I admitted to pleasuring myself frequently day and night to her mental image, and I was startled at her reaction. SLAP! From the force of the blow I knew Ambers' handprint was emblazoned across my cheek and I started to stagger backwards only to be pulled up short by her fist grabbing the front of my shirt. "How dare you! That is an insult to my spiritual. It was soaking wet and soon her cunt was full of cock, balls deep. My tied-up wife could hardly move but she did her best to look behind and watch the guy that had been fucking her arse climb back on the bed and position himself ready to enter her again."Fucking hell, I'm not sure you're both going to fit inside me at the same time." My wife moaned as closer and closer the guy guided his cock to her bumhole.I have to say the noise my wife made next will live with me for the rest of my life..