I live in our small house in a small town in south India. Surely not alone. There was my mother, Girija who is a widow and she is in her early 40s. It...has been 9 years since my father died and she spent most of her time in prayers and meditation. On the other hand it was around this time I discovered the art of masturbation and I start spending most of the time in the new hobby.Then there comes a friend of my mom, Sindhu, to our house. That’s when all the fantasies and joy in my life started.. We both stroked that cock up and down, wanking it, taking turns on fondling the balls and squeezing and rubbing the very tip. I thought that if it had been a real one, he'd be cumming all over us by now. Mmmmm, now that is a hot thought.H shifted her position and got up on her knees with her back to me. Looking over her shoulder at me, she wiggled her ass and then bent forward onto all fours, her ass inches from my face and her mouth just inches from the tip of that black cock.I wasted no time. I stared blankly at her for a moment, Adam pinched me and I snapped back, and we were all introduced. I sat against the wall, opposite Katie, with Adam and Matt on the aisle, blocking any escape. Conversation quickly began and they spoke about the meal they had eaten, she flirted with Matt a little and brushed his arm as she spoke about a lovely evening. Adam spoke for us, he lied about how we had also been out for a meal and drinks. It was surreal, I was sat just across the table from my wife. She was usually in her bedroom screwing a boyfriend, doing homework, or out dancing with friends from college.“…and spunked on them, I expect,” said Jane. “I know all about your stiff stains on nylon panties in the wash basket, the suspender marks in my stocking tops and the panties folded the wrong way and in the wrong place in the draw. It has been going on since Christmas, hasn’t it, Benjie?”Benjie nodded, his head hung down.“Don’t be ashamed, Benjie. There is nothing wrong wanting to.