We moved to the terrace/balcony and I gave her the chocolates which I had brought for her. She smiled and was happy to have the chocolates. The smile ...nd expression on her face were such that I cannot describe it in words and kept staring at her.She looked at me and caught me staring and offered me a bite. She asked why I was doing all this for her – saving her from Rohit, fighting with him, saving her from getting hit by the car and now the chocolates for changing the mood. I replied, “Because. Later in the evening, we both were hell tired from the last day and didn’t want to cook. So we ordered food. We talked a lot while eating and since we were quite open, she told me about her sex life with her new found boyfriend. It aroused me too much. We were in our night clothes. She wore a loose tank top and a sexy short in which almost 90% of her milky thighs were visible.Then we sat on the couch watching TV and she put her head on my lap. I could see her rising and falling breasts while. My eyes widened at the sudden intrusion. He fucked me with his thumb, thrusting it inside. He was widening the opening by encircling his thumb at the entrance. That felt good. Soon, he replaced it with his index finger. He added the middle finger and twirled it inside. I was close when he pulled his hand away from my sex to touch his cock. I saw him spreading my liquids across his cock before he started masturbating. He continued twisting my nipple with his other hand. But it was not enough. This is my recollection of that day.It was 1980 and we were both in our mid-twenties at that time. I'm not sure how long I have had fantasies of watching someone I love getting fucked. Before I married Candice, my desires would be to share a girlfriend with a buddy, or just sit back jacking off while watching a girlfriend getting fucked. Well, it had yet to happen because the timing was never right. Oh, I talked about it with girlfriends, and my wife, Candice. I guess either I didn't push hard.