“Like, the bad guy is about to hump the wife and the husband shoots his dick off.”“Been there. Read it. Snipers are very popular.”“Yeah, sho...ot the tip of the guy’s dick off from five miles away. So he wouldn’t even know what happened. It’s just ... gone.”“Exactly.”He went and got himself another beer. What can I say? My fridge was his fridge.“Okay, so no super army guys. But it’s still shit. So why do you write it? Especially after ... you know...”Yeah, I knew – my wife being humped by another. Since they were a conservative family I would limit my time there as to ensure my reputation. I started admiring her beauty rather than listening to her teaching. She used to wear churidar and occasionally jeans and shirt. Her curves could be seen clearly in that dress. We were in 12th.She turned 18 that year and her boobs had grown which was very large. I used to masturbate thinking of her boobs.One day after the tuition, while studying hindi,her boobs was showing off in the tight pink t-shirt. I watched as she slipped into her shoes and grabbed her purse. "There's spaghetti left from the other night," she said as she kissed my cheek. "Don't be surprised if there's a third for breakfast. If I get lucky," she laughed and headed out the door.* * *There was a third for breakfast both Saturday and Sunday morning. Different guys each night but a similar scenario played out. Stumbling in at about 2 a.m., giggling and shushing each other as they left a trail of clothes from the front door to. He’d pick up a date from the naval depression of the blonde stretched out alongside his chaise lounge, dip the fruit in the whipped cream that covered her breasts, and pop it (the date!) into his mouth. He noticed the young woman hovering in a while gown over his pool, as he continued to eat his little noon-time snack.Putting down his mobile device, he looked at Armis through the top of his sunglasses. Faisal covered his nude genitals with a towel and flicked away the hand of the blonde slowly.