Let me see..”“So, by the way, how do u manage without your hubby? J J” I asked her sarcastically.“Hmmm… I don’t see porn. But I do masturb...ate sometimes when he is not here around..” She replied boldly.“So you too are naughty… J J”“Yea.. a bit.. J J”This continued for few days like this. We used to chat after dinner and till 11 – 12 in night. Sometimes we shared non-veg jokes too. One day I sent her a mild-porn clip of an Indian couple in missionary and woman-on-top positions. She watched it and. More importantly, I didn’t want to be like the others. --- I opened my eyes and saw a man in the shower opposite me. He was brown-skinned, perhaps of Indian or Pakistani descent, quite muscular, but not in an overly accentuated way. I wasn’t in the habit of watching other men, but there was something about him that kept my attention. He seemed carefree, radiant, enjoying the moment. I couldn’t help but notice his endowment. When he caught my eye, I looked away, feeling embarrassed. “It’s nice,. ‘I guess you won’t tell me what’s in store for tonight before I give you my answer?’ ‘You’re guessing right.’ She grinned. ‘I don’t want you worrying ahead of time. So what is it, yes or yes?’ ‘Okay, okay,’ I relented with a sigh. ‘You’ll not let me say no anyway.’ ‘Right again.’ I tried to look exasperated, but the soft kiss she gave me quickly broke down my inner resistance. Her lips just felt so soft and warm, and the small tingles where they touched my own were just so delicate. Her kiss. Not crazy hard, but constant; a thick spurt, and another… with each slow, deliberate motion of my hand, another spurt of cum filled her mouth. I heard her choke a little and forced myself to hold back, allowing her lips to close, brushing the very tip of cock lightly as they did, to swallow fast and then reopen. It only took an instant, which was all I could hold back anyway, and then I filled her mouth a second time, to the point of overflowing a little, before taking a step back to signal I.