The peach fuzz hair on her upper curve, so incredibly beautiful. "My beautiful wife..." I mumbled.Resi gasped and spun to look at me, causing us to un...ouple. I didn't say anything, just removed my harness and put it aside. We lay side by side afterwards, holding hands, looking at the high ceiling. "Carli?" whispered Resi. "Wife?"I sighed. "I know. I was fantasizing. It just kind of popped out." I sighed again. "Akira coming back soon?"Resi turned to face me, lying on her side, propping up her. The women walked hand in hand out of the cocktail bar, presenting a picture of desirability to all the wondering male eyes that followed them across the room and down the corridor to the lobby. Male eyes that openly lusted after Clara’s sexy legs and ass as it swayed beneath the taut silk of her dress but maybe also secretly dreamed of being dominated by the authoritative girl who walked confidently beside her, her tight ass provocative under the crisp trouser suit, moving perfectly to her. It was almost empty, with atmost 50 people. Most of them were sitting alone, and some in pairs. As I was noticing all of them, the same man, who smiled at me, came and sat on the seat next to mine. I looked at him and he again smiled at me. I understood his intention. Al though I was interested in this and was waiting for this to happen, I was first afraid. I noticed that he was a bit huge man, with a clea shaved ace. He was wearing mundu(dhoti) and shirt. Suddenly, he looked back at me and I. He firmly kept a distance between them, his burly forearms keeping her at arms length though she writhed in the air between their bodies, craving his embrace, pushing her pussy closer, unfulfilled. He gently set her to one side. Harry flopped into the couch, watching them. Elise was breathing hard, cheeks flushed. Aiden grinned. He ran a hand over the length of his impressive cock as though feeling it’s worth, appraising his tool. “Talk dirty to me” It wasn’t a question. In his thick brogue it.