The four of us immediately hopped into my car and left for Lonavla.FYI Lonavla is the coooolest place for a night out. Loud music, hookah, sutta,booze...��its totally rave out there.So while we were there at Tiger Point dancing,roaming around at 2 O’ clock in the night we saw many couples doing PDA .Its a very common sight on Saturday night at Lonavla .Seeing all this atmosphere there, I was hooked in seconds. I loved the place. As we did some laundayi out there, there was a continuous feeling of. They should call it a 'pussy-whipped' t-shirt. That would be more accurate.By the time I reached the pool bar my wife was almost done with her Cosmo, and speaking seriously with the burly, dark-skinned concierge, who stood attentively at her side. The warm, humid air of the late autumn Jamaican afternoon felt soft and smelled mysterious. I took a seat next to my wife, who briefly recognized my presence as she continued her conversation.She turned to me finally, after draining the last of her. Her lips were soft and succulent and her kiss sentshock waves all the way to my toes, I had neverexperienced a kiss like hers before and my hormoneswere totally raging as my pussy got flooded. I wrappedmy arms around her and kissed her with all the passionI had in me while I moaned like a little whore and whenshe wrapped her arms around me I realized in the deeprecess of my burning brain she was naked and her titsfelt so good pressing against mine I think I came alittle. She put her tongue in. “Umm. Is it still okay if I stay here the night? I can’t drive home and all the other beds are taken.” Sarah looked at me, almost embarrassed. “Oh, sorry, I didn’t even think. Of course you can.” Sarah blushed and there were a few moments of awkwardness as we both prepared for bed. Considering all we had seen and done over the course of the day it seemed absurd for us to be so weird about spending a night in the same bed but to be honest the whole dynamic of our relationships had all changed so.