As I penetrated her, a moist earthy smell from her pussy filled my nostrils. And sally knew from our previous conversations that it turned me on terri...bly to see other men looking at her. Anyway, one time in the 1980s I talked sally into coming inside an adult theater with me. I’d always liked smut and naked women, and hoped taking her there would be a turn on. We settled into our seats. My wife was wearing a white shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. I had jeans and a t-shirt on. We watched the. Wondering what to do, should I answer his instant messages? Should I call him back? I am so confused, how could I have let this happen. I had waited so long for this and now it was over, how could he want me now? I was 16 years older than I had told him and he was only mid 30’s, what young handsome man would want a woman like me who lied and deceived him. I was crushed, I wasn’t concerned about what my husband would think if he ever found out, I was only worried about Robert, and what would he. Along with the pictures we shared our deepest secrets and confessions with each other but never met. We came across a lot of coincidences like having the same date of birth and being from the same caste. He was a player, a charmer and knew exactly the way to melt any woman.And here he was, in my actual life, walking towards me with a crooked smile on his handsome face. He looked like a greek God walking amongst mere mortals. Of course he recognised me the moment he saw me, I could tell because. The music sounded rhythmic, with a distinct beat. It was loud enough that the man in the hotel room nearby almost immediately started to yell, “Stop this racket! I swear, I will come out and fuck you up, if you don’t stop this right away! I swear to God!” Tensions were running high. I couldn’t blame the man. Carefully I opened the door and looked out. There was no one in the hallway, and so I quickly ran to her door, the sound of her trombone getting louder. I knocked on her door. First.