Quite the opposite, I hoped she would. Vanessa was beautiful and had a figure that more than fed my flames. If anything, I was worried about showing m...re attention to one of them over the other.Jana had said after I had sex with her, she could probably convince Vanessa of it. And Vanessa wanted to see what we were like together. I suppose without the discussions about pain and what we were both avoiding talking about, the sex was good. We rarely talked whenever I stayed the night with her,. "Oh my god," my wife said softly. I looked at her with the corner of my eye and I continued getting the cock in my mouth harder. She was sitting there wide-eyed, pretty much in disbelief. But she was still sitting there. She didn't immediately leave the house or start screaming and freaking out at the sight of her husband sucking cock. "He's so good at this. Did you ever suspect your husband would like sucking cock?" he asked my wife."No," was her simple response."But would you agree he's. She took a bite of her sandwich, shuffled her bottom on the seat and concentrated on the book again.He was worried she might move on soon. He had to take his chance while she was still there, so he pulled his penis out of his trousers to get a better grip. He looked again at her legs, this time following them upwards to where they curved over each other and under her skirt. Where the skirt met her leg was a shadow. This would be where his hands might follow her legs and slide further and. We would be friends with benefits but decided not to have sex (but ended up having sex multiple times). Now and then it became a routine for us. She coming to my flat and having romance. One day we ended up having sex. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt.We started kissing and continued for about 10 minutes. Meanwhile, I pressed her boobs from her top. I moved to her neck kissing passionately. Swetha was saying, “Akash suck my boobs please.” I moved on to pressing her boobs, removed her t-shirt.