Eventually, she relented, but with a condition. “Only if I’m on top,”“If you really don’t want to...”“No, no, it’s fine. Bad memories ...f having sex on a beach, that’s all. Not your fault.”“If it reminds you of something traumatic, we can...”“No, not traumatic. Well, yes traumatic, but not in that way. Just ... a lot of sand.”“It is a beach,” he quipped.“No, I mean sand inside me. Everywhere inside me.”“Oh. Ouch.”“Yes, ouch. Especially since it took a few minutes for us to realize that the. My shari chechi was moaning like “ ahhhh … mmmm … amby … slowly … “ …. Within a sec I removed her churidar top and now she was in her red bra which was looking awesome on her milky white skin. I traced my kisses from her chin to the valley of her bosoms. I could see her nipples getting erect on this thin velvet fabric of her lingerie.While my hands we fondling her love handles, she arched her back and a sweet moan left her throat and went ringing in my ears. She looked into my eyes and yanked. Sunny: I have been married for 11 years. But now I have lost interest in sex. Can you have sex with my wife?That was too direct. I was in shock.Me: What??! Are you mad? What are you talking about? Listen to yourself.Sunny: I know what I am talking about. Will you help or not? I am asking you this because I trust you, or I would have asked someone else.Me: No, don’t ask anyone. It’s not safe. You can’t trust everyone. If it’s something that is affecting your life, then I will do it.Sunny: Thank. He nearly got me killed.” “He?” “My husband.” She suddenly broke into hysterical laughter that stopped abruptly when the pain shot through her back. She moaned, her head sagging a little. “I will call the nurse.” “I’m fine, just bring me some water!” The memories of the accident began to flood her mind. Her drunk husband, driving at high speed with a sheepish smile on his face; his free hand slipping under her skirt, squeezing, rubbing, making her feel like a whore; the fear on his face.