Poonam, my wife had sexy assets, and was very attractive, she liked to wear western dresses which made her look bolder and more arousing for men.We al...ways talked about other men checking out her assets and how I enjoy that, but she did not pay much attention. She must be thinking I just do a dirty talks and later forget. One fine day we were to visit a mall. I made her wear a sleeveless top with a tight jean. Her cleavages were clearly visible and the shape of her pussy clearly seen, while we. I asked her if she was interested in sleeping with me. She said “I do but as I said I’m afraid of having the first sex.” I told her that nothing wrong would happen and if she is really interested then we a have loads of fun on bed. She then thought for a while and asked for some time to think. 3 days later on a Sunday afternoon she texted me “I have decided. I’m ready to have sex with you but where and when?” I replied her “We’ll decide it.” We could not afford a hotel room and so I asked her. One was that Ididn't have a single piece of clothing that still fit me, leaving me stuckin my room unless I wanted to go out wrapped in a blanket."Just great," I grumbled as I sat up and cupped my breasts. I winced atthe very sight, well aware of the irony that I'd normally kill to get myhands on a pair of boobs like this. I just never thought that I'd be theone with them. "I was hoping it was just a nightmare."I was trying to think of what I could possibly do when there was ahesitant knock on. I am now moaning like some drunken hooker and begging for him to never, ever stop fucking me. He is not stopping either. He just keeps slamming into my ass pussy, occasionally pulling my hair and kissing my neck and whispering what a good fucking whore I am and how he is going to make me sissygasm. It doesn’t take but a few minutes before I am begging him to let me touch myself. He refuses of course and slaps my ass cheeks while he threatens to take away his cock. I beg him not to and keep.