“I know you do Arthur, and I love doing it. But I want you to tell me how I should do it. And where you want me to start?”Hesitantly I said, “I ...m ... um ... want you to zip down my fly.”She did it deftly then looked into my eyes. “And?”“Um ... reach inside my shorts and pull out my cock.”“Goody,” she said with wry curling of her lips, wiggling my cock out. “And?”Feeling more empowered I said, “Get down on your knees.”“Yes Sir.” She dropped to her knees and looked up expectantly.I always loved. I could have prevented him. Instead, I covered my breasts with my hands. “I shouldn’t be letting you do this,” I protested. “Why not?” “What about your wife?” “Valerie will enjoy hearing about it.” “It still doesn’t feel right.” “You are enjoying it, aren’t you?” . You know, like I might get to see her running around in her underwear or something? But man, what a bitch she turned out to be! Everything is hers, and she thinks she can order me around."Gradually, as a few weeks passed, and then a month, and then two months, they found it was easy to act like step-siblings at school, calling each other brother and sister and achieving a sort of public level of peaceful coexistence with each other. People expected them to learn to get along, so they gradually. I remember meeting Pushpa’s husband Ramesh only a few times towards the beginning of them moving in, I always received the rent and the maintenance amounts transferred electronically in the first week of the month without fail. My wife suspected they were having marital issues and we thought it was best to keep them to themselves. I remember it was an afternoon during peak summer and my wife was down with a bad fever, I was staying around at home and after a grueling workout in my home gym, I.