. ‘ I smiled sheepishly. ‘I’ve done as you requested.’ I looked at her with raised eyebrows ‘What’s that?’ She beckoned me over with a w...aggling finger ‘Come and look.’ I went to her and she pulled the struggling blouse away from her chest, nodding down towards her large tits. I peered in, two rather large orbs were strapped into a white, lace bra, the flesh spilling over the cups. ‘Do you like them?’ she asked. ‘Very nice. . .and the rest?’ She took hold of the hem of her skirt and pulled it up. "Mmmmm," your wife says, as she gives the bulge a big wet kiss. "Your dick is so musky."It is also very wet, as your wife's saliva soaks through the fabric. Cherie digs her fingers into the seat of your underwear. She kneads your butt to the rhythm of her tongue licking up the length of your cock. You can tell she enjoys feeling your sweaty briefs in her hands. Cherie gives your cock another kiss, than slips her hands inside your underwear. Her fingers run along your buttocks."Oh, you're ready. Her flat wasn’t that great and smelled like old newspapers and decayed wood. It was just functional, not luxurious, like the one I was living in with my family. It had all the basic amenities a person might need for survival, but nothing more. She didn’t even have an air conditioner, just a ceiling fan.It seemed like the perfect place to either murder someone or to have sex. Any in-between stuff wouldn’t be fun. The view, as expected, was majestic. You could see Mumbai for what it really was,. She had, at first, thrust herself into the world of sex and chat rooms, but found it stilted, infantile and certainly not satisfying. She also discovered that she was not really any good at sexual small talk. She gave it up as lost. It was one more ‘notch’ in the long line of personal failures that Sue was gathering to herself. Her next line of personal defense was in smoking and drinking. She’d while away even hours with a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes. This lasted an even shorter.