I am used to wear only sarees.I live in bangalore. My son’s age is 18. He is athletic and not so beautiful. My husband works in dubai. I have one da...ghter who is married and settled in us. Son (anil) was left in a boarding school till 10th std.Now he is studying 11th and now in a day scholar school.I used to feel lonely in my house because my husband has been working there for 5 yrs and not still returned.My son and daughter were also not there. I haven’t had sex for 10 years. I used to have. As her skirt and shirt fall to the floor, so does her bra and she is now just standing there in just her blue thong. Her body is stunning. I quickly resume kissing her then move to her neck and ears again. She begins to moan and fall back towards the bed again. Her hand wrapped around my cock slowly moving back and forth as she goes down. Once on the bed she as me to roll over on my back. I do as directed as she sits across my body resting her thong covered pussy directly above my cock. I can. Worth the twenty-year waitWhat I witnessed in the next few hours was something that will live in my memory forever. I’d fantasized and watched movies, but that was as nothing compared to actually standing silently in the dark and watching the woman I love give herself to another man.In the next few hours, two equally haunting and erotic sets of memories were carved into my brain. The first set of imprints were the physical sights and sounds. Even now, four years on, I sometime get flashbacks.. “Get up. Now you can do my pants.”She stood, still feeling the peculiar tingle in her rectum, where his finger had entered her briefly. She was astonished to feel an erotic urge to have him play there some more, and pushed that away. She concentrated on his jeans, getting them undone and pulling them down over his hips. She pulled his underwear down with them, and sighed when his erect penis lunged into the air in front of her face.She tore her eyes away from it, long enough to get the jeans.