I am married for the last 12 yrs or so, but somehow I was never interested in my wife. So my wife and I almost never have had any marital sex and I ne...er felt any passion in her, and we to spice up our life, even tried 3-some and swapping. I would narrate those stories later.So coming back to this story, many times I visit the massage parlors in Bangalore to meet females. As I earlier mentioned, even though I had quite a few casual sex encounters, but truly to my heart, I always visit those. Her coos of satisfaction and my labored breathing filled the air with the sounds of fulfillment as I stood before her, still between her shapely legs. She was an angel lying before me, the look of contentment filled her expression, truly a beautifully sexual being, and we had found each other only a cosmic instant before by chance. She sat up on the bed and reached for me, my orgasm had left me a bit withered, but still fairly erect as she took the shaft in her hand wiping the juices of our. I loved being submissive to her and the boys. The strange thing was that the more she fucked those boys, and the nastier and more forceful she was with me, the more I loved her and wanted to be a part of her life.After that first day at Marci’s home, the boys didn’t even try to make a pretense of dating her. They just stopped by her home, either alone or in small groups, whenever they knew her parents wouldn’t be home. I was almost always there to support her and provide clean up and cock. We were both breathing really heavy. I finally got my breath back and was ready to fuck again. My cock was becoming a bit softer again so I rubbed it over his ass and stroked my cock a bit till it became fully erect again. Humidity in this room was high, all I could smell was the smell of sex. My sweaty cock and balls made the whole room stink, it was making the atmosphere moist. My young pussy boy was on his stomach with his ass up in the air just the way I like it. I pulled his ass towards.