I could feel hands all over me, but knowing that they were just other ladies didn’t bother me much. Thane station came and I got ready to get down. ...I tucked my saree pallu and with umbrella in one hand and my purse in other after jostling with the crowd my feet touched the platform. Thane station is one of the most crowded stations on the central line and it took me almost 5 mins to reach the share auto line that was just at stone’s throw distance from the platform. No sooner I reached the line. I thought that was the end of showing her pics any more, however some weeks later when I arrived at work, a few of the guys were hanging about in the office. They were grinning a bit and I knew that something was afoot. Well the first thing that I always did on arriving at work, was to turn on the computer, which I did as usual. As soon as it opened, there on the screen, was a pic of my wife Margie sucking on a large cock! The guys all burst into laughter when I saw it. They'd photoshopped one. I showered and prepared for bed. My husband came up to the room and turned on the television. That's how it went that night. I stayed active, he said inactive. Just like nothing had changed.Then, surprisingly, he spoke up, just as I was drifting off to sleep. "Remember, dearest wife, tomorrow is a new day." Suddenly, I didn't feel much very sleepy. I laid beside him, muscles tense, as I imagined what was in store for me tomorrow. And all the tomorrows to follow.Nothing, not even my imagination,. Mr. Smith said they decided to get a room because it was the responsible thing to do.We enjoyed a leisurely, though elegant dinner and when finished Phil took in one last look at the huge Christmas tree adorning the center hall. Mrs. Smith kissed Karen, Phil and finally me, as she wished us a happy new year. Then Mr. Smith followed us out to the cars so he could retrieve the Smith’s luggage. Once outside we discovered it was just beginning to sleet. Mr. Smith obtained the luggage then kissed.