This was my first time with someone of the same sex and it felt totally natural. Jane and I seemed to have a great chemistry together and I must admit... I fancied her like hell. My breathing was shallow as she kept up some talk and slid her hand down towards my soaking wet pussy. My juices were flowing as she whispered to me, telling me that she was going to fuck my brains out. Wow. Bring it on. Her touch was sending shivers down my spine as she circled my clit and caressed the inside of my. .is that right?" I said yeah I was Peter. Her voice was really sweet. "Peter, you were my favorite one in months. Did Frank tell you I never or almost never have a guy ask him for my card?" I told her he had said just that. Then I asked if I might be able to meet her for some coffee or maybe dinner.She thought it over and asked, "So...do you have a poor suffering wife who doesn't know you fuck around? Or...do you have TWO poor suffering wives who don't know you fuck around?" We both. Naked, she dialed the school, getting the after- hours message. Pushing past to voicemail, she left a message for her boss, "Patricia? It's Janine. Unless I call back really embarrassed, I won't be in -- I'm being picked up by the Confederacy. Sorry about the notice, but at least you're getting some. Wish me luck! Bye!" When had she made the final decision, exactly? Did it matter? Janine threw on the raincoat and dashed out the front door, locking it behind her. Down the front steps to the. She would always have the picture of Mohit's great, glistening prick in her mind. To her surprise, she found herself rubbing her womanhood through the thin material of her sari as she replayed the vision over and over again in her mind. How could she be thinking of him like this? After all he was her best friend's husband and they were the best couple she had ever come across. She berated herself as she felt the material of her panty growing wet and sticky with her excitement. God, was she.