He made clothing look good because it was on his body, which was mouth wateringly delicious. He clearly worked out and took care of himself, though it...was easy to notice as soon as he had sent me multiple bathroom selfies, showing off his sculpted physique. I was a sucker for broad shoulders and muscular arms. Perfection was simply impossible to achieve, but his body was perfect to me. It stirred nothing but desire in the pit of my stomach.Despite our initial surface attraction, I was still. Are you readyyy?? So here goes. Our heroine is swapna a mallu lady of aged 34 having 2 kids. Her hubby is in army(who visits the house when gets leave). This encounter happened last week on a rainy midnight I had gone to drop my friend & I was returning back to my flat, while coming it started to rain badly, thank god I have taken my jurken, after some time I stopped cause it was raining heavilyWas standing in front of an atm counter, and I took my phone and saw swapna has texted me for a sex. .. Can this day get any worse? Or is it better? At this point my morals have fled, along with my reason. A testament to that is the utter lack of guilt.Even my masturbation sessions end with guilt... You'd think fucking your own mother would drown you in it. Then again, that part probably died when I woke up this morning...I grab two bottles and make my way upstairs.Surprisingly, there's no sound from the bathroom. If not a little shower-play, then I at least expected just a regular. I reached out again for the husband’s cock as she knelt forward and starting toying with my cock again. She was alternately sucking and licking me, a trail of saliva building up at the base of my hairless cock while she effortlessly and skilfully made me harder than I had ever been before. She glanced up at her husband who was engrossed in the vision of his hard cock being sucked whilst his beautiful wife sucked another, relative stranger’s cock. ‘Come and have a taste darling’ she said and in.