I watched intently for our bedroom door to open and my wife to appear, but instead, I was hit with the sound of Sunita’s voice. “Oh gawd, Anil.”...I looked at Amita.“They must be doing it again.” She said seemingly indifferent.I just shook my head in disbelief at what was happening in my own home.This time, another hour passed as Amita and I quietly sat there waiting for the two lovers to disengage. My cock was aching. Several times I even thought about throwing Amita down on the floor and fucking. He could not fight it, a fate thathe had started was now out of his control. The lie had grown, and it wasall his fault, he had tried to invent a past and now his future wasunknown. However, it was still extremely exciting, and he really wantedto see what he would look like when Nancy finished his face. He walkedback to the bedroom and he could feel the growing of his cock, he did notknow why this newly found pleasure was so persistent and overwhelming: hewanted more.When he got to the. I’d never been much of a masturbator, for fucks sake I could get horny and cum at any time with my undercarriage, but I became a regular one since a certain Mr Mojo disappeared. I discussed it with Mike, but he seemed embarrassed to talk about it – he always retreated into his shell when awkward stuff became a talking point. I did try to arouse him with sexy, expensive or cheap undies, hanging jewels from my very prominent labia, playing with his flaccid cock – which was a sterling performer. . say it... is that so hard...??? so much to ask...???" and here calm and almost quiet begins to rise... soft tones replaced by deeper meaning... menace growing... a return to what was before and now... words clipped... the spaces between them more blinks than breaths and with my mouth still scant centimetres from her ear the torrent resumes... "this was supposed to be fun... this was supposed to be a good time... not just for you... a good time for us both... three fucking hours i spent on the.