It has to be real wet to take your cock." I kiss her neck and slide my hand under her body and palm her breast. "Does this feel good? Check out the vi...w." "God..don't stop I like both of you playing with me." "Do you want his cock? How do good girls ask for something. You like being a good girl, don't you?" "Haven't I been a good girl? I showed them my tits. Wasn't I being a good girl when I sucked their cocks?" "You were a very good girl. I know they liked your blowjob. Don told me you sucked. The hat has a sweaty smell, mingled with the scent of her shampoo. A faint series of white lines marks where her sweat has soaked in and dried. With my eyes closed, the smell immediately triggers a visual image of her long black hair at the end of a long day and in the middle of her run, the hair slightly damp with her sweat and shiny with the oil from her scalp. Putting her hat down, I bring the jogging bra to my face. I immediately smell the acrid muskiness of her sweat and my cock twitches. Both me and Pamela heard their loud moan. In another room I was slowly undressing Pamela taking off her dress and nice lingerie. When she had only lacy stockings and shoes we lay on the sofa and I started stroking her neck, breast and kissed her lips. I went lower to fondle her belly, clit and pubis… I was eager to enter her, so I spread her legs wider and thrust inside. Making a couple of movements and I was upset to see she didn’t react. Before I asked her what the problem was Pamela asked me. Staying lonely in house and lying in bed most of the time. All works of the house like cooking, washing cleaning by self and even enjoying self on the bed in the afternoons and nights. That was my life cycle.My husband, Shashi is a highly educated engineer with doctorate from Indian Institute of Science, Bengaluru. Seeing his family and job, my parents almost pressurised me to marriage to Shashi although he was highly educated and had very high profile job, physically he was no match to my.