You're the dirty one, you dirty ass fucker." Was all she managed to say. I replied, "Yes, I love it baby. I love fucking your dirty ass. Give it all...to me, my naughty slut." My cock was fucking her dirt road, back and forth, as hard as I could. I'd pull out all the way, and could see her asshole gaping open, making sloppy wet fuck noises, as I slid all the way back inside. Everytime I went deep, I could feel that secret little treasure bumping against the head of my boner everytime. I was. Sejal (speaking nervously): What did you tell him? Did you tell him that I was at Mr Patel’s house?Myself: As I said, since he wanted to speak to you urgently I came looking for you and told him to hold the call. I looked all over the place, but I could not see you anywhere. I told him that you might be in Mr Patel’s bedroom, as that was the only place I could not see.Sejal: You said that?! (Spoke shockingly). What made you think that I was in Mr Patel’s bedroom, you foul boy?!Myself: Where. Thank you all for your overwhelming responses and comments on my previous encounter, which has inspired me to write my next encounter on this site again.For people who are reading my stories for the first time I am Krish from Hyderabad 6ft tall and well built with a good cock that can satisfy a women. For any further conversation with me or any more insights on any aspect either in the incidents or about me you can contact me on This is an incident that has happened couple of weeks back which. ) Most websites and books say anything above 10 is OK, but I still felt bad, Anyways, that’s how I gradually developed sexual fantasies to give orgasm to my wife, and among them, I felt like cuckold fantasies – the biggest taboo in my wife’s mind – work faster and more erotic. This is the first 2 years of our marriage, before we immigrate to Canada. My wife and I immigrated to Canada and we went to Toronto because of her sisters, who both live with their husbands. Religious family but open.