”“You are a sick man.”He stands up between her legs and runs his tongue around her mouth. “Have a little taste, my dear, from one lip to anoth...r. I don’t care what we have for dinner; there is nothing that compares to the taste of you.” A kiss on her forehead follows. “But, that said; let’s get back to preparing our sumptuous banquet, my beautiful woman.”As mouthwatering as her sweet cream tastes, dinner presents its own delight: flame-licked lamb chops rubbed with olive oil, garlic, rosemary,. I never tried to cover anything and would shave or masturbate as and when I liked. Outside bathroom, it was lenient too.He would often touch me here and there but I never mind. He would often come to kitchen when I am cooking and squeeze my butt pretending it to be accidental but I always knew it was intentional. Even he knew that I was aware of his intentions. A friendly air was developing between us but just because I allowed him to touch me never meant that I had given him a free pass to. Akash was a good guy with good physique and mustache( which somya always liked). I asked somya to dance with him. she hesitated but when he insisted she started.. Now the story begins…I pretended to be over drunk…Akash was having fun fun with somya n mee tooo seeing my wife in the hands of other man…. He started caressing the whole body of Somya slowly slowly….somya also started getting aroused…..then a staff guy came and all scene vanished….Somya n me came to our room…I asked somya how u liked. I opened my legs a bit more, he looked at me and back again. Still holding the shoe to my foot, but not doing anything, just looking. I spread my legs even further, almost 90% split so he could see everything I had to offer. He gulped, looked at me and looked at the shoe and began to slowly put it on. When the first shoe was done, I handed him the other, shifted my butt and lifted my little black dress a few inches higher. Staring him directly in the eyes, I could now get my legs open past.