"What am I supposed to do fly my wife out here to fuck me or hire a hooker?" I posed this question half laughing knowing either option was not going t...o happen and not believing in the legend in the first place."No, of course not, but I do have an idea," she was cooing as she put a hand on my knee."Ok, little sister let's hear your idea about my sex life," I asked nervously. Part of me was really hoping that the nasty thoughts running through my head were on target. But, another part of me was. I heard him groaning as my head was yanked over and over again onto his cock, before he ordered me to jerk him, harder and faster. I took his cock in both of my hands and started to pull him hard, spitting on the end of his cock to add lubrication. He pulled my hair and called me a dirty slut; saying he was going to fuck me hard.He dragged me over to the dressing table, pulling me to face him before smearing my red lipstick across my face with his fingers.He turned me around and made me bend. I took my hand away and let him play with my rapidly hardening shaft, then half turned towards him, upon which he pressed his lips against mine and pushed his tongue into my mouth.We stood there, I felt a surge of need, a desire to have him play with me, sex me, satisfy me. We shuffled into the cubicle, he closed and locked the door. I released my belt and let my trousers fall to the ground, standing with legs apart either side of the pan. He knelt down in front of me, pulled back my foreskin. She told that her parents had died in an accident and she had to take care of her younger sister and had to work to make a living. I showed some sympathy but didn’t had any courage to take any steps. She then continued her work and left as usual. I wasn’t able to sleep that night and kept on thinking about her. The next day she came and began making breakfast bt I was very sleepy and woke up in noon. I greeted her good morning and she laughed and told to look at the time. I had my lunch and was.