"I vaguely remembered the dance, but most of the memory was consumed by a fog of alcohol, which I had plenty of that night. I shook my head.“Well, ...I told you I’m a terrible man. But would you forgive me? I’d like to call you later,” I said. It just kind of exploded out of me. I was really flying blind here.“You’re forgiven, and I’d like you to call me,” she replied with a grin. I got up and took a brochure out of a rack near the mall guide, then began patting my pockets.“You have a pen?”. Harder, then lightly nipping. Elle was crying out now. Her moans of pleasure could not be silenced. Alex answered her cries with his fingers, filling her hole. She bucked against his hand, as his mouth returned to her clit. Alex momentarily stopped. Taking a moment to stare at Elle. Her breathing was labored. He smiled again at her, loving how her arms were taunt, straining against her restraints. He positioned himself between her thighs. Slowly, rubbing his cock against her clit. Elle gasped. For my wife, these relationships were a source of orgasms on a consistent basis (she doesn’t orgasm with me inside her) and excitement. I loved hearing about her trysts and our sex life was improved as a result. Each of my wife’s lovers was a married male and a friend. All were good looking, with at least average equipment, but most important, they were fun and intelligent guys who knew how to treat a lady. In the event she conceived with one of them we wanted guys who we wouldn’t mind having. ‘I wish I could’, he thought and they resumed drinking.After few hours….All of them had drunk too much. Tom and Amit were alright as they could move about, but their head was rolling. But Mr. Deshmukh had his head slumped over the table, his eyes unfocussed.There was knock on the door and Amit opened it to find one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She was dressed in traditional white Indian sari and even tom was dumbstruck at the beauty. She was Ashok’s wife Savita.Mr. Deshmukh was.