" I think I grunted some sort of response. We both sat there staring at the ceiling fan when she blurted, "I'm so horny! I haven't been fucked in week...!!"Again in tribute to my drunken state I think I grunted some sort of response, obviously not really hearing what she said. I was barely aware of her tugging at my jeans and was just slightly more aware of her rolling my cock against my pelvis under the palm of her hand. "Mmmm, very nice. But you can't fuck me in this state. I need you. Then without even asking if I'm ready to take two cock they both came and sat down on either side of the bed with me and my semi-flacid cock.I realized that the stranger was a friend of Kumar and came to know about me and wanted to fuck me as explained by my Kumar himself.Then the stranger started to caress my thighs which got me aroused again.Kumar started to finger fuck me and suck my nipples and lying down towards my left and the stranger started to kiss me in my mouth trying to insert his. I reached at her home and started checking the net setting. As I my self is A software engineer I fix the problem within minutes and asked her to check it. She was satisfied and ask her that she is bringing tea for me, as there is no body at my home I said ok and while she was making tea in kitchen I was exploring her pc. I found one folder naming “sad songs” I open that folder with hope of some sad filmi songs but instead I got prone photos there, I was looking them one by one and I found some. I recalled Eddy and Joanne. Listening to them rutting through the door. Soon this man would be working my own wife over the same way. My affair with Sanja seemed pale in comparison. Eddy’s worn, sun beaten hand rested around my wife’s waist, rolling frequently down onto her ass. The first other man to touch her so in her married life. Our doorman nodded to Eddy as we past, giving a surprised but knowing look as he let us in. His lip curled into a smile that suggested ‘another white bitch.