She did not let me enjoy fully her frontal beauty, as she slowly turned around while dropping her sari gradually. Now I can see her back. As if she kn...ew my desire, she took her hair and folded it up, so that I could see her nakedness above and below her blouse. I could make out clearly the shape of her buttocks under her lahenga. As if two huge foot balls dangling. I had an instant urge to hold them and press them with all my strength and rub my dick against them. Even that lasted a few. Though I had gotten her to be more adventurous sexually, she was still, at her core, a very straight-laced woman when it came to such matters. I would have to be extremely careful not to say the wrong thing in my efforts to accomplish my goal.I brought the matter up to her for the first time in the spring of 2005. We were at a company picnic for the families of the company my wife worked for. She was telling me about all of the people she worked with. She remarked about this one couple whom. "Mike looked into his wife's eyes and saw nothing but compassion and love.Pamela waited while he made up his mind to tell her."Pam, I love you, you know that, don't you?" Mike said slowly.Pamela stiffened and leaned back slightly. Conversations that startedlike this usually ended up with a "but, I want a divorce!" Well, nomatter what, she would not give him the satisfaction of granting it."And I love you too, honey," Pamela replied a little slower and softerthan Mike's declaration. She, like. “Gosh, I hope you don’t have that much trouble with everything?” I joke. The slow music and heat of the moment is taking over the mood and I reach for the remote on the back of the love seat to turn the music down. Your lips kiss the back of my neck and strong hands feel down the sides of my waist, then up the front to my little breast and nipples. You freeze and ask “What if Eric, shows up, I don’t want any trouble?” As you start removing your hands from my breast, I quickly say “He isn’t.