She then hands me her computer with the photo displayed. She asks me to describe the photo, what activity may have happened to lead up to the action c...ptured on the screen, generally make up a story to fit it. Then she orders me to jack off for her while I stare at the photo. As I stroke my cock, she stands behind me and whispers in my ear, things like "such a little dicklet you have" "your hand is so gay, it loves your little dickie" "isn't that a nice, big, hard cock in that picture", things. The rest of the night passed off uneventfully except for the fact that after Rohit’s departure Anjali was even more sexually active and we made absolutely mind blowing love. In my heart of hearts I was happy that due to Rohit’s visit my wife had become even more uninhibited. However deep inside me something rankled. Why were these two awake when I was dozing in the balcony? What had transpired between them? She had started wearing sexier and more revealing clothes. She was in remarkably good. I thought it was strange, but it was a dead nightin the gym. I looked around the gym and not a soul was around. I grabbeda towel and walked into the locker room. A couple of the black k**s werestanding there naked talking. I nodded and moved past them. They kepttalking and even chuckled as I opened my locker. We were in the same rowand they were very open and brash. They each sported some of the hardestand largest cocks I had ever seen.I changed and moved past them to go to the shower. . As she picked up the clothes, her body turned and her breasts looked just as I remembered them as they bounced. I could see the tan lines once she stood up again holding her clothes. She put them in a hamper and then grabbed what looked like a t-shirt out of a drawer. She stood in the doorway, put on the t-shirt and shut the light. I listened as her bare feet walked around the bed and she pulled back the covers on the other side and lay down before covering up again. She was laying on her side.