The room fell silent as Andy slowly withdrew his softening cock from my wife’s gaping vagina, both gasping for breath. As his body left hers, I hear... my wife sigh in instinctive disappointment before her body went limp and she fell back onto the desk.Andy stood above her panting, gazing down on his most recent conquest. On his face was an expression of admiration and respect on his face.“That’s quite a wife you’ve got there,” he smiled at me as he pulled his shorts and trousers back over his. Long, straight blond hair with the short bangs up front he liked. She had a red business suit/dress on, from what he could tell through the crowd. And she held herself with what he could only describe as a confident poise. Very likely worked in one of the buildings in the same district he did.However, she was a car-length away from him, and he couldn't get any more detail than that. Turning back, he took the traditional New York pose, facing forward and waiting for the train. More people. Our tongues quickly became involved and, when we ended the kiss, both of us were breathing heavily."Wow! That's the best kiss I can remember! Lisa Goodbody, you are an exciting person!"She looked me in the eyes and her blue eyes were shining. She said, "No more adjective! Let's do it again though just to be sure it wasn't a fluke." We kissed again and it took an endless time longer and was, if possible, even better as we learned what pleasured each other. We finally stopped and looked at each. "Bahuji ki ...I think it is hers," she quickly went through with her answer."How can you say?" I wash her innerwears ... Babuji, so I know," the maid answered."Do you know what that means, Matasari?" His voice soft and eyes penetrating hersNo words came out. She nodded."And, and ... did you see the stains on my bedsheet?" He asked.Matasari again nodded her head."Go and close the door," Balwant said.She froze at first, reservations and shyness getting hold of her. But then, she slowly moved.