She stood behind the car glaring at Aaron while she rummaged for her keys in her purse. Finally she opened the trunk and unloaded the groceries. Bonni... didn't even return the cart to the proper location. She just pushed it out of the way and got into the car. She never even looked at Aaron before she started and drove out of the lot. Neither spoke during the nearly 45 minute drive back to their home.When they arrived home Aaron picked up one light bag and Bonnie's purse then walked slowly into. My paintings are ripped glasses are broken and there is even a man on the floor. The next thing I thought was my Wife. Where is she! I quickly went I to our bedroom.I quickly try to open the door but it was locked so I kicked the door and saw 3 three guys inside fucking MY WIFE.I GRAB THE ONE WHO HAS THE DICK IN MY WIFE'S MOUTH AND PUNCH HIM IN THE FACE THEN KICKED HIS PENIS, GRAB THE ONE WHO'S FUCKING MY WIFE'S BUTT AND SMASH HIM IN THE MIRROR AND KNEED HIS DICK ,GRAB MY WIFE AWAY FROM THE. My hands rested on both of his shoulders, my heart beating just a little faster as he continued brushing his lips down my neck to my shoulder. My fingers started expertly unbuttoning his shirt while my eyes were closed and I soon pushed his shirt off his arms, running my hands up his well muscled chest. His hands were starting to move up my sides and they soon cupped my bare breasts under my lacy shirt, brushing his thumbs over my nipples. "Oh, Alex..." I whispered breathlessly, my pussy. Sheelpa: Oh, that’s a relief.Me: From what I notice, I think you are married too.Sheelpa: No way. How did you know?Me: Well, I can see your mangalsutra from here.Sheelpa: Oh. Sorry. Do you want me to remove?Me: No. Please, don’t. Actually, it turns me on.Sheelpa: Kinky and naughty. I like it.Me: Come on. Take off your clothes.Sheelpa: No. You first.Me: Fine. Let’s play your way today.Soon, I removed my shirt and pants. She could see the bulge from my boxer and I did not do anything further..