She heard shouting, catching her attention as her gaze shifted to two men arguing under one of the lights in the lot. No doubt things would soon get p...hysical between them.As she watched them, her hands in her pockets, she heared footsteps behind her. She gripped the knife in her pocket tightly and her body tensed, the footsteps getting closer.“Angel” a male voice spoke from behind her.She stayed still, watched the two arguing men. Her body relaxed a bit. He was no threat to her, she knew. She’d just won Restaurant of the Year from the city, and I promised to hang a copy in my office alongside the awards I’d won over the years.A couple of young guys followed me in but I paid them no attention. Her prices were reasonable enough for most all to eat there and it was always a mixed crowd. I didn’t realize anything was wrong until I heard a gasp from her hostess. A shotgun boomed.I turned slowly, glad Sandy was in the kitchen. There were two of them early twenties or late teens. You. The feeling was amazing. To this point in my sex life, I had never felt such ecstasy. We kissed each other with a passion, and explored our bodies with our hands. After her third quiet orgasm, she began grunting and shoving upward with each thrust. Her fingernails dug into my ass cheeks when she hit the biggest one she ever had. “Shit! Don! Oh God! Oh my fucking God!” Her little arms clinched my waist, almost squeezing me in two. “Now, Donnnnn! Deeep! N-N-Nowww!” She literally shivered, no,. Shruthi’s expression froze with heavy breaths the moment Madhan’s lips started sucking her toes. My wife is comfortably enjoying a guy younger than her age.Shruthi was wearing the transparent maroon saree which Madhan had selected with a matching sleeveless blouse. Her wavy fatty soft cushiony hips were seductively exposed. Her blouse was too tight, bringing out the shape of huge round sexy boobs. I love the boobs and ass of my sexy wife like all hungry men.Madhan slowly climbed over Shruthi..