She then led me, tool in hand, to her spare room where she did the massages, occasionally brushing me against the soft leather of her skirt.Once insid... her room (very nice, tastefully decorated with candles, music, and a queen-sized bed) she began to undress me and hang up my clothes. She instructed me to stand still and let her do it. As she removed my pants (leaving my boxers on) she stopped to give me a few teasing caresses and admire how aroused I was. Once undressed she sat on the foot of. We were in the same position for nearly 10 mins, hugging, kissing, caressing and rubbing. She said, please leave now, she said her husband can come anytime for lunch break. She pushed me out in hurry. I came back home with half satisfaction. I was happy I met her and I felt her with me, but I was sad because I couldn’t spend much time with her.After that meet we were cherishing that sweet time in our chat, after few days suddenly I got a message from her, her husband is not well and admitted to. I found a close-up of what was clearly my wife sucking on a neatly trimmed cock. It didn’t look much bigger than mine. I became transfixed again. I felt like I had fallen into a trance. Once again, in a completely different involuntary movement, I reached down to play with my cock. I was still looking at the same picture of what appeared to be my wife sucking someone else’s cock when my wife came back out and caught me staring.“I bet I know what you’re thinking about!” she said in a. I also asked her to feel free whatever she wants to do and to any limit. I won’t mind till she does not cheats me. She smiled and gave me a tight hug.The next day she went to the tailor for stitching a pair of ghagra choli. I was watching from the window. She was wearing saree. The tailor took all the measurement professionally. I enjoyed the moments when he was taking the measurement around boobs. Then my wife came home. I was disappointed with the short show.My wife asked me to keep patience.