When I got up to his third floor apartment, I found Michael sitting out on the balcony drinking his coffee. From the looks of him he needed it. Turn�...s out his boyfriend Ben had to go into work early, so he wouldn’t be home for a couple of hours. Passed out on the outdoor couch opposite was one of Michael’s gay mates, Hamish. Looks like he’d had a night he wasn’t going to remember anytime soon. Completely out of it he was.I joined Michael out on the balcony. It was a nice sunny day. His balcony. I started walking toward him. Slowly letting the surface of the water drop below my breasts. The water level kept going down so my stomach, pussy and legs were finally revealed. I kept moving closer and closer. I was trying to make it as slow and seductive as I could but the ocean had other ideas. I heard it rather than saw it. There was a low rumbling and the water around my feet started to retreat into the ocean. My feet sank into the sand. A large wave crested and crashed into the small of. Too often, a wife didn't really appreciate what she had at home until she'd laid down for a few of her girlfriends' spouses. And that was another advantage to their private, swinging get-togethers: the exciting exchange of new ideas, ways and approaches, or the actual teaching of a one-track minded husband, or half-frigid wife.Anyway, the swapping around had certainly meant everything to her and Don's lives together. Being financially comfortable and having all of the luxuries that went along. ” She was smiling too.“Nikhil?” she said.“Yes?”“Why do you care about me so much?”‘Fuck!’ I thought. ‘She knew, God damn it! She knew what I felt about her.’“Because, you’re not only my Mami, you’re a good friend. I don’t like my friends getting hurt” I tried to keep my face straight.She smiled and stood up and took the bowl from my hands and went to the kitchen sink.I followed after her. She was at the sink, washing the bowls. I stood behind her. She washed the bowls and kept them in the.