They were pretty enough to have been part of a bride's outfit, and maybe it was.In the back of the closet, I found a box crammed full of real stocking...s, the type that can only be held up by a garter belt. In it I found the pair which matched a photo of her legs posed nicely and showing panties, garter belt and long stockings with the brand label of Givenchy in large white script looking sexy against the dark band stocking top.By the time I had enjoyed my treasure hunt and tried valiantly to put. My first cunt! My very first spunky cunt as well. Not the first time I’d swallowed Jim’s spunk though. Happy grin. Also my first threesome where I was eating cunt and getting fucked at the same time.I stayed Monday night and Tuesday night heading home after a quickie with Jim early Wednesday evening. My husband was home.“Welcome home,” I said giving him a big hug and kiss.He took one look at my happy, contented face.“You’ve found a friend, I assume.”“I have,” I agreed without. Gradually, I fit in with my team and the days went on normally. After a month, there was a party organized by my office and everyone was invited to a resort on the outskirts of the city. I was enjoying the party with my team and it was going on really good with good food and amazing events. Post evening tea, the dance floor was opened up and everyone was looking forward to dance. I felt happy and excited to dance. Now, who can stop a Punjabi from dancing?While I was walking towards the dance. His little shiatsu had me on the brink of pain and pleasure, but for some reason, I couldn’t tell him to stop. ‘Come on,’ he teased, ‘tell me and you’ll feel better.’ With any other man, I’d have already quietly taken my leave, but there was something about David. He was so brazen and shameless, so confident that it did more than piss the hell out of me. In fact, at some level, it tickled me and made me smile. I tried to hide the twitch in my lips by biting them closed, but I was finding out.