We used to chat, and they invited me for dinner often.His wife, gaby used to be at home whole day while he was at work. As they still didn’t have a ...hild she would go online and watch movies. Sometimes we used to chat on facebook and Whatsapp. As our conversation grew bigger we used to drink beer together at night at our home each and chat. We used to discuss many things and finally came to sex topic, we shared our sex life too.One day I told her I find her very attractive and that I envy her. Her husband’s ashes were submerged thousands of kilometers away in the depths of the river Ganga in India but whenever Anita visited this cemetery, she would feel Amar’s presence around her. She reached the gates and strolled in. It was frightening but she was undeterred. She reached a secluded spot and kneeled down.She unwrapped the apple pie and started eating bite by bite staring into nothingness. Tears welled up in her eyes as she remembered the days spent with Amar. Somehow today, she was. "Well, it's not exactly the traditional game of chairs," she said with a slutty smile, "it's the game of strip chairs. All the husbands get naked and sit on the chairs. The wives parade around the chairs while the music plays. When the music stops they have to sit on a seat, on the lap of the man sitting on that chair. Whoever doesn't get a seat loses a garment that must be removed by the odd husband who is with the music. This continues until all the wives are naked."Great, now this makes the. When Adrian came for her second go round, I grabbed her around the waist, pulled her to me, and then used one hand to bare one of her tits. I leaned down and sucked the hell out of her nipple, in plain view of every one.Remember, she has those long needle shaped nipples, that were now rock hard. Though I covered her back up, there was no way to hide them. The look she gave me, was lust, and calling me bad names, all at the same time. I crooked a finger at her, and she came back in my arms..