I was.We pulled even with the driver, just as he glanced down into the car. He saw my wife sitting with her entire right leg exposed up past her hip. ...She sat looking straight ahead, but never breaking her train of thought. Every few seconds the wind would whip her dress over and cover her up, only to flip it back again and bare her hip and the side of her ass cheek to the truck driver. For the next few miles, the truck driver paced us, watching the wind play peek-a-boo with my wife’s thigh. The. One morning, my alarm didn't go off and I panicked. I just slipped on my lace bra, white underpants and pantyhose. The pantyhose were opaque, but I had a nice white pair of knickers, so I felt pretty modest as it were, and went into his room where he was normally asleep, and opened the curtains. To my dismay, he was already up and standing there, smoking a cigarette. I saw him naked! He had a flabby body. I saw his penis! It was very short and circumcised, unlike my husband's, but he had a huge. Though it had not gone wet, it was moist. Monika was now moaning and holding Niraj to calm him.The atmosphere had heated up. However, the climate outside was cool. Both were sweaty. The dry grass from the bed was sticking to their bodies. Niraj kissed and bitten Monika on her breast. He sucked her nipples.Monika was repeatedly requesting Niraj to slow down. But those words were a failure in front of Niraj’s lust for Monika. Niraj held Monika’s thighs and made room for her weapon to go for the. I eased myself by masturbating and as a Muslim sought to prayers.Still they lingered in my mind. I have been fighting my urges. I have told myself to retrained from seducing that young Ragu (he’s only 25)ever again. It’s unbearable without sex for more than a month and even worse he would be leaving for the Philippines end of month citing some business meeting there. I know too well my husband’s lying about the trip. The night before he leave, we did not have sex and that will.