I could see my Bhabhi’s ass juggling as she rode my brother and my brother pressing her melons. I didn’t want to lose the opportunity and made a v...ideo of them. I could see my Bhabhi’s right side boob and her smooth bare back and juggling ass. I transferred the video to my laptop and used to jerk off watching my Bhabhi and imagining her riding me instead of my brother.One bad day I and Bhabhi were alone in the house and we were talking generally. She was wearing a white fitted kurta with a pink. Her dark hair brushed my lips and nose. I breathed deeply of her. ‘Do you remember New Orleans?’ she said. ‘Yes.’ I nuzzled the top of her head. There had been a small restaurant just outside the Quarter. We had danced to live jazz there like this. It was the first year we were married and we had nothing but each other and possibility. I could not have promised the couple there in my mind’s eye that they would grow into us, but I remember that didn’t matter then. Closeness like this mattered. I. He was lucky that the three who he did get were sex nuts. The females did not really take turns. It was up to the guys.My wife called at midnight, per our standard arrangement. She was out of breath, but way up tempo. At that time, she said that nine guys had fucked her. She said that none of them were "normal" size. She reported that she had almost continuous orgasms.Sometimes, she had time to clean up. Other times, the next guy just jumped right into her. There was coke and smoke, and even. We switched places; she held our stiff rods in her hands and cooed in pleasure. She rolled over and I massaged her feet while Ralph rubbed her back, his cock in her hand all the while. She rolled onto her back, and we kneeled to either side of her, rubbing our penises on her tight little breasts, them pushing them into her mouth one at a time.Small and delicate, yet totally comfortable with the two of us, she held our balls and sucked up our attention, our energy, our lust for her, and our.