He introduced himself and told me that he worked for an investment bank and that he'd moved out from the east coast only 3 months before.I liked him, ...he seemed like a pretty regular guy. So when that night while my wife and I were having sex, and as usual she brought up taking Byron into our bed I finally agreed. I think I only did so because I was nearing my orgasm and at that moment it all sounded so fucking sexy to me.Any way, to make a long story short, my wife invited Byron over for dinner. With my left hand on her breast, I began to unzip the fly of my jeans with my right. The sudden sharp burr of the metal teeth parting made her shiver and straighten her back. She knew exactly what I was doing, and I was giving her ample time to react, to move, anything to signal to me that she didn’t want this to happen. Instead she remained, continuing to look out into the blackness of the night.“If you want me to go, I will.”“I have a husband. This is our home,” she replied, avoiding the. He got out of bed, and fumbled for a robe, and told her to relax. Soon she could smell a pot of coffee brewing, and the sounds and smells of bacon frying on the stove. ‘How do you like your eggs?’, he called to her, from the kitchen. ‘I don’t care! Surprise me!’, she called back to him from the bathroom. She put on her robe, and padded out to the kitchen, and poured two mugs of coffee, and added cream to both of them, since she had seen him do it often enough, she knew how he liked his. I was playing and she was continuously smiling and not stopping at all. And she finally talked what’s your name, what do you do,were do you stay. For saying that do I need to remove my hand I asked she nodded no.“My name is raj and I am going to my hometown and I am a student. What about you?”She: I am Jayanti and I sell vegetables in this townMe: ohh. Nice are you married?She: yes, I have 2 kidsMe: but you don’t look like and gave a press on her curvy waistShe: ouch can’t you be slow. Winking.