"God, love. Oh please more!" Slipping fingers down my pants, he starts to rub my clit. Continuing to lick and suck my nipple, his finger makes its way...to my slit. I gasp, "Oh, shit. Please I need you." Laughing, he continues teasing my breasts and my wet soaking pussy. Up against the door, I cry out as his fingers fuck me faster until he stops suddenly."What the hell?" He watches my face and starts to laugh, "Not yet pet, I want you to cum when I am deep inside you." I glare at him and start to. And that was it, I totally surrendered to them. I couldn’t believe that a married woman that I was gave up so easily. It hurts my pride. Was I such a easy target? Here I am supposed to be a simple demure Bengali housewife who is ever so faithful to her husband.I was moaning with pleasure under the gentle caress of two strangers I met barely 2 days ago. Rekha asked me in a husky seductive tone, Ki bhalo lagche Isha?(Are u enjoying this, Isha?) and all I could say between my moans was a barely. " Lily didn't seem to pick up on his desperation.John watched their playful banter, but couldn't seem to muster the energy to join in. He kept a smile on his face and nodded along with the conversation, but his heart wasn't in it. His mind kept playing a loop of taking Frank's cock in his mouth, of kissing him with beer on his breath. It had gotten into his head and was throwing him off his game completely.When breakfast was over, Lily led them back to her room to get her things. The roommate. And when work was done, my older son came home too.The rest of the evening went pretty normal- at least after my daughter, her friend and me had put our clothes back on. The wife was away, so I fired up the grill, threw on some pork chops, and the bunch of us chowed down. Fat from the chops dripped down the side of my daughter’s girlfriend’s face. It looked like cum to me.No sooner did I put all the k**s to bed, and kiss my daughter goodnight, but it was ten o’clock. From their bedrooms, I went.