Jb hm ghar phuche toh mne chachi koh rum dikhaya aur unhone thanx bla..Mai ghar keh kam mai bsy ho gya rat ko jb hm dinner krne bthe toh mai jan bujh ...kr chachi keh sath beth gya aur unhai kisi na kisi bhane se touch krta rha..Joh chachi ne bhi note kr lia tha(bd mai pta chala).Jb ratko apne rum mai sb sne ja rae the toh mai chachi koh unkai rum m chod kr aya.Mai jb jane lga toh chachi ne thanx bla aur kha bde ho gye ho.Tb mghe iska matlb smjh nai aaya.Aur maine is baat par jyada dhyan na dkr. The past week had altered things. Her attitude had always been superior; she’d married well; Ed was blue-collar; he’d not married so well. But now Sybil needed him; needed his sympathy; and for once that put Ed in the driving seat.Sybil broke the silence, “Thanks for having me over Ed, I just needed to see you ... since ... you know...” They suddenly hugged; then kissed heavily and sexually; both aware of the incest involved.The threesome that happened by chance last week had broken taboos for. As we watched I saw that the guy was playing with the villagers wife was someone else. Later we found out that the villager had gone to buy feed for the chicken and it was some guy from her village who she had developed feelings before marriage. Now coming to the story my cousin was glue stick to the window and watching this eroticism.The villager’s wife was moaning hard as this guy was licking her wet pussy and fondling her stiff nipples dark and pointed nipples. Later this guy went to the. Well educated and well spoken. I wanted for the longest time to drain my balls in her. I dreamed about what it would be like to fuck her, wet dreams. Sometimes when I would be fucking my girlfriend I would close my eyes and pretend that it was Mary that I was fucking. Any way Mary’s husband would go out of town often and I would take care of the lawn or whatever else he wanted me to tend to. I would often finish the project and then sit with Mary and enjoy a glass of wine and talk. Many times.