His body was pure muscle, but not huge. It seemed a naturally muscular body, not a body builder. His skin was dark brown with dreadlocks, quite long. ... could smell a beautiful scent and felt my mouth watering as I pulled. My mouth opened slightly, and as I pulled on the handle I sensed my pussy becoming wet. I thought I should get in the shower before I made a fool of myself, though as I slowly got of the rower I felt I could hardly walk. I entered the shower room and was puzzled as it seemed. What I saw made me instantly hard. My wife, spread-eagle on the bed, naked, was using a vibrator to slowly fuck her hot, wet pussy. I could hear her wet pussy squishing as the vibrator worked its magic. She must've been doing this all afternoon because she gets dripping wet after only a short time, but she was wetter than I had ever heard her before. I stood there and watched her for some time until I finally made up my mind to let her know I was home. She had her eyes closed tightly, so. After dinner I dug around for my old Traviata score, and finally unearthed it in a trunk full of memorabilia that I had stashed away in the guest room closet. The same trunk also held an old inexpensive espresso machine that I'd completely forgotten. I took it downstairs, gave it a thorough cleaning and plugged it in to see if it still worked. Lo and behold, it did, and I brewed us each a double shot. We drank it out of regular coffee cups—espresso cups were beyond the scope of my rather motley. Also, we shared the same building. We kept in touch in for quite a long time till we moved cities; I joined university and her husband got transferred.Meera used to stay on the ground floor of the building. I was already living there when she shifted with her family. My dad and Rajeev were working for the same company so our families became friends in no time. Meera`s daughter Shaniya was so cute and attractive that soon I developed a brotherly liking for her and usually after my school I used.