We struck up a convo and I found out she was also in Delhi. She was stuck in a somewhat mediocre marriage, had two teenage kids, had a good job, was b...ored with life, and was looking for some fun. We would talk and text filth to each other a lot, and soon we were on our way to online masturbation sessions. Phone sex is amazing! And with a slut like Maya, I had no complaints.She made me cum in seconds flat! I’ve never heard such filth from a woman, let alone a married one. But Maya has be to be. I told Jackie about him staying over with us and she was not too happy about it, she told me over the years at family get together he was always trying to cop a feel of her bum or rubbing past her tits, and last time he stayed when I was at work, she went past his bedroom and heard him messing with himself , to which I started giggling and asked if it excited her, which only made her angry and called me a pervert .it was Monday and I got to Fred’s early morning we had a brew and a catch up. She was supposed to disappear that night, to be made a vessel of the Lockdown. I finally reacted, catching her by her wrists. “I ... I’m not sure this is what we should be doing.”She giggled and wrestled with me, still trying to get at my pants. “Let me give it a kiss, make it better,” she said, pouting.Someone else said, “Francine!”Francine stopped struggling with me and looked around. I did too, curious if this really was going to end up like that night, regardless of my actions.It was the. No wait, French kissing me. Whatever. After a few seconds, she stopped. I breathed deeply as I panted for breath. I stared at her, hoping to get an explanation. She just shrugged, wiped her lips and acted as if nothing happened. I gave her a quizzical look. I then walked out of the car and went to the door step of my house. Was it me, or did was the house repainted? Just as I was about to knock on the door, it magically opened. A young, good-looking man stared at me. He blinked a couple of.