My upbringing teaches me to respect them and nurture them.I carry them out.But while doing all this it seems the women in me is lost to a busy husband...demanding relatives.I was 23 when I was married to Satish a Manager in an Multinational Company.I have vivid memories of my bidai(send off),how much i wept about leaving my parents home.The moment I sat in the car with my husband,my journey towards a new life began or may be it had already begun.Me and my husband were sitting in the back seat. "Not forgetting my place in this arrangement, I quickly did as I was told and began servicing him. Slowly, I moved my lips up and down his length feeling as much of his nine inches as possible run over my tongue. I pulled off of him and lifted his cock straight up so that I could get at his balls. I took one nut in my mouth and sucked it, getting it wet, and then the other. I kept rotating each ball in my mouth and sucking on them. I then licked his sack and then the strip between his balls and. Feeling my hard cock against her the wife starts to stroke my cock as Miranda (working girl name) continues to touch both of us up and down with her hands. After a bit Miranda walks around behind me and while she is rubbing her body and tits on my back she continues to rub both the wife and I up with her soppy hands while the wife and I still embraced kissing, rubbing up my hard cock while I finger her slit. Telling us she has a few ideas on how to continue she directs us to the bed after we. “Come, let’s sit on the bed. This floor is cold. We’ll pick up the clothes later,” I said. She got up with a dazed look and I said, “Can I touch you there?” Pointing at her tits.“Why?” She said.“I want to see …”She unbuttoned her shirt and I realized she wasn’t wearing a bra. I took her shirt off her and I realized we were both naked. I held her boobs with both my hands and pressed her nipples. She moaned and leaned against my body and my cock brushed against her pussy lips. Holding my.