We reached home and I asked her to show me the dresses by wearing them. For the next half an hour she modelled in front of me in her various outfits. ... must say she was looking gorgeous in each and every dress. I asked her to sleep in the night suits from now onwards and to wear these leggings and kurtis for day-to-day activities and keep these sarees for special occasion. Then we departed to our respective rooms.However, today was a different case. The whole night my mind was occupied by. Why can’t we have all the pleasure. If your husband is not giving what you desire then why can’t you get it from somewhere else. If we don’t like some food we don’t eat, if we don’t like some clothes we don’t wear it. For change we eat food outside, we buy new clothes we try new things to make change in life then why we have to stuck with this husband thing? Anyway that’s my frustration not your problem so let me continue with story. One afternoon I was chatting with this Italian guy on. I began to raise my hips in time with his, wanting each thrust to be even harder and deeper than before. The sex was hard, violent, sweaty. I heard the sounds I made, so animalistic and slutty, and I loved it. I dug my nails deeper, my ankles locked tight behind him as we moved together. I could feel my orgasm beginning to build again, and this time I knew I'd have my release. I bucked my hips even harder and faster, encouraging him to move with me. He gave me everything I wanted, slamming his. He was surprised to find that Cynthia was not alone in the waiting area. He liked Ned Armbruster all right. Charlie considered him a good neighbor. They lived across back yards from each other. Charlie had created a gate between the two houses so they didn't have to circle the block to visit.Nora Armbruster, Ned's wife, Charlie admitted, was a good-looking babe. While she wasn't a dark-haired beauty like his own Cynthia, Charlie thought she was really attractive in a blonde, busty kind of.