Pher munj se boli. Bhaiya: aap ko doodh de do.Mai bola: haa de do. Aaj muje doodh ke bahut zaroorat hai. Wo boli: sathe me kya loge. Tu mai bola : tuj... ko, yeh sun kar wo sarma gaye. Tab mai bola : mere saad aaj maja karegi to wo bholi: aap jo bhi kahege mai wo hi karo ge. Tub mene usko kaha ke chal aaj ek durse ko aapne aapne man ki baat batate hai, jo be teri fantasy hai wo tu muje bata, aaj mai teri sare fantasy puri karo ga. Yeh sun kar purnima ka chera kil gaya. Wo boli: bhaiya main aurat. I took a deep breath and headed back out into the apartment, mostly dry and still nude except for the bracelet.Matthew's snoring was still soldiering on as I walked out. Sara was sitting in the armchair, matching my dress code. I walked across the room, trying to be silent as I headed for my red backpack. Matthew snorted and stretched. I stopped and waved to Sara to sit back down. I licked my lips and climbed on the bed, straddling over Matthew's blanketed legs while he dreamily awoke."Good. Although he was still rather unsure about the meaning invested in the institution, married life was agreeing with him rather well. If what it meant was the constant and reliable attention of the most sexually desirable woman whose body he'd ever enjoyed there was nothing he could possibly complain about. Was it being married that made Beatrice such an agreeable and passionate lover? Paul was sure this wasn't the only reason, but the sum total of his earlier lovemaking was as nothing in. I'd do errands for them and would bring them whiskey. Over whiskey, conversations would get a little more to sex but we would stop when Laura would become embarrassed.One night after about 3 drinks, Bob told me to kiss Laura. I giggled, Laura giggled. But I thought, what the hell. I walked over to her and just gave her a quick peck on the lips. Wow. Her lips were soft and sweet. Three or four more pecks followed. I wanted more. I held my lips to hers hoping to connect our tongues but she said.