So once inside I dropped my pallu after turning my back to Rajan and started to squeeze water out of it. When I turned around Rajan too had taken off ...is kurta and he was squeezing it dry . We stared at each other, me admiring his hairy chest and the muscles of his forearms and him staring at my gogeous full breasts quivering inside the now transperent saree.My eyes travelled south to see that there was an appreciable bulge in his trousers. I turned away and thought of something to say.Rajan. Kunal had some cum spilling in his mouth, and he had cum as well. Abhishek’s pants had a huge stain. Probably he had pissed due to not being able to breathe.Both had passed out on my bed. I turned the lights off and went to sleep.The next day, at 6 am, Abhishek woke me up. He said, “Are you ok?” I replied, “I don’t know.” Kunal had come out from the bathroom and asked me the same question. “I don’t want to remember it, but it’s still in my mind. I’m never going to forget it now.” Kunal. The angle was also perfect when she was lying flat on her back, with that nigger between her spread thighs, fucking her missionary.I could see her sexy face clearly and it showed every orgasm she had and every filthy word that she told to her filthy black lover.Shawn had uploaded this video to a free porn website, so I knew it would be available for everyone to watch it on line…My fear of course was thinking about any friend or office’s mate recognizing my sexy wife as she fucked a college. Shortly after we broke up she married another guy, Andreas, and had 2 c***dren. But life is funny sometimes, after another 10 years they divorced. We never met during her marriage, but half a year after her divorce we met each other accidentally on the main street of our home town. The sexual attraction was immediately there again, and on our first night out we ended in bed again. The sex was good as ever but something changed. She was insatiable and wouldn’t stop until early in the morning..