" giggled Jessica still nervous underCynthia's gazeShe definitely seemed to be a formidable woman but then she was the ownerof several strip clubs!"Ge...rgia!"The clip clop of heels could be heard and then the pathetic figure ofGeorgia appeared in the doorway. Her eyes flew open when she saw the otherwoman but it did not stop her from moving to the centre of the room andstanding obediently head down"This is Georgia........my husband" You want to pimp your husband!" Laughed CynthiaWith that she. I am 24 years married woman working in an MNC located in Hyderabad, India. This is my first story in online sharing platforms. So please pardon me for any mistakes. Any suggestions or remarks will be gladly welcome.Coming to the story. This happened just 3 months after I turned 19 years of age. I was a major then which meant I can marry or I can have sex. (I am talking in liaison with legality and official freedom). I was brought up by a single mother who was very open-minded.She always stood. I roll it between my thumb and index finger and give it a tight squeeze and little pull. She takes a sharp inhale and relaxes into the pleasure. I work my hand and mouth down her body, massaging and kissing along the way, until I get to her sexy lace thong. I am so excited to taste her. I give her pussy a long lick from bottom to top, she can feel my tongue through the fabric and she aches for it to be removed. I slowly slide her thong down her legs and spread her legs. I lather her inner. I go to bed, my smartphone still close by as I read our chat transcript, my heart pounding a little faster as I relive today’s conversation. As I read the texts and imagine your voice, I slowly become sexually stimulated. I slide my fingers between my legs. My arousal is more evident than I imagined. I place the tip of my middle finger on my clit and gently rub it. I am so sexually saturated that I know I won’t last long, but I slow the pace and tease myself slowly wishing it was your fingers,.