My wife was wearing a green short nightgown as usually, she wears at home. The night gown was little transparent and her red bra and pink panties were... visible thru it. By seeing my wife, Priya said “so this how your slutty wife wears at home. After this, she will be wearing it even when she out from the house also”. I was shocked hearing this. I try to close the main door but she didn’t allow me to.I was just in my shorts. Priya ask me to strip down. I drop my shorts down and stand naked in. Her husband is doing Phd in a nearby university. The poor guy spends 14 hrs a day to the language school and varsity. She was alone in home. They had to send money to their family back home. For both money and loneliness, she had the job in my restaurant. Her rhythmic walking with the large, firm breasts and round, sponzy ass used to make me intoxicated. Her excellent personality was addictive to me. In a conversation with me ,she said that she wasn’t able to ride the ‘Shinkansen(bullet. Meera, being left handed, chose the left bed. She hauled her two large suitcases in from the living room and flopped on the bare mattress, exhausted from the journey across campus. Wondering what the view was from her window. Meera stood up, running her fingers through her short straight brown hair. She pulled up the blinds and beheld the pretty inner courtyard of the building on the second floor and she surveyed the people down below with some interest. Just then, she the door opened. Hello?. "Yes, I am enjoyingthe sight of you romping about in your petticoats." "Why," she asked. Ipaused. "Because it turns me on; there, now I've said it!" "That wasn'tso hard was it," she said. "And what else are you enjoying," she asked. I didn't know what she wasreferring to. "You enjoy stroking your hot cock for me, don't you?" Isuddenly felt an intense wave of heat wash across my face as I blusheddeeply in response to her question. She was right. "Don't you?" sheasked sternly. I wanted.