Whenever we got chance we fucked. Whenever niharika wasn’t around I used to penetrate her. Damn I was enjoying two ladies under a roof and my wife w...as unaware of it. It was a complete bliss. My wife was happier that her mom seems to be enjoying her life. Completely under darkness about her husband fucking her mom.My life was doing great. My business was good and I was satisfying both my MIL and my wife. When I was having lunch my MiL came with her friend Ananya. MIL was wearing a jeans and tee. "Almost, sir," she replied. "I was just getting my breakfast." Well, today you are going to have to do without breakfast," I told her."No breakfast for Becky?" she said with a pout."No, my nasty little cum slut," I replied. "You'll have to get a donut or something to tide you over. You and Jamie nearly killed me this weekend, and I need time to recharge, especially given what I have in store for you."This was another thing that Becky and I used to disagree about. Sometimes I just wanted to play. An increased cup-size, from a moderate C to a firm D. Added to an unnaturally wet-looking honey-golden-skin, the former Heroine crashed back down on her bed groaning in despair. At least they weren’t huge, just larger and firmer.“It looks like you bathed in honey and didn’t wash it off. Stand up and let me see, are you now a milk cow or what?”“Fk ff.” Was heard muffled behind a pillow from over the twenty-three-year-old woman’s face.“Don’t be like that. Show us.”“I’ll remember this when it’s. Why are you here, in the middle of nowhere? I’m sure I’ll not be bored” I asked in a quieter tone than I had felt just a few minutes earlier. “jump in. That was what you wanted, wasn’t it, a lift somewhere. You can tell me as we drive.”I took her case and put it in the boot. It was pretty heavy, but then it was a large case. The girl was trendy; in contrast the case was ancient, battered and covered in travel labels. It had obviously had a varied and cosmopolitan life.We jumped in and settled.