Kurti jahan patiala ko choo rahi thi wahan kamar ke pass dono side se kari hui thi jisse, uske kamar ka gora hissa dikh raha tha. Usne dupatta nahi li... tha, jisse uske boobs khade khade meri or jhank rahe the. Usne apne bal apne sur ke pichhe bandh rakhe the.Usne kurti sleeveless pahni hui thi. Jisse aapke khadim ki parkhi najar mein jhank kar dekh lia ki uski right boobs ke thik right mein underarms ke niche ek til tha. Woh mujhe isliye dikh gaya kyonki usne coffee ka tray pakda hua tha. Fir. So do we.”He was puzzling over all the implications as she sat right next to him on a porch swing. She opened with, “So how is married life? Mine was for shit.”“It was pretty ordinary until your brother showed up. Now I’m not sure how to judge it.”She put his hand on her leg, “Joseph told me the whole story. I think it’s kinda sweet and you are being a real man about it too. More than my shithead of a husband ever could. He had to go fooling around without being honest. I’da let him in exchange. His body stiffens as he gently pushes his hips into mine. Without saying a word, I take his hand and lead him to the front of the house. The streetlights are out and the stars couldn’t be any brighter. I remember one of our fantasies and if we have to say goodbye, then this will be the way to do it. I place myself on the hood of my car and move him in between my thighs, which are aching for him. Gently, he reaches under my gown and slips off the small black panties he finds. They are quickly. -oOo- One night while we were both in bed reading I said to her, “Anne, I was reading that the fastest growing life-style is the hot-wife or cuckold one. The testimonials are quite interesting and seem to mirror ours.” “Hun, I don’t think you could handle seeing me with another man.” “Are you kidding? I can’t think of anything hotter than watching a guy pound you with his big dick.” “Is that so?” She replied, skeptically. “Feel me.” I placed her hand on my stiffy. “Okay, suppose I agree to.