Quite frankly, I wouldn’t have turned down a passionate session with either of them.After Morag had approved and signed my amended proposal, Pete to...ok me to the airport. “Don’t you find it difficult having your wife as your boss?” I asked him.“Only occasionally. She gives me my annual appraisal with us both naked in the bath which makes it far more relaxed. Last year she rewarded me for leading the best sales office in the group by asking one of her friends, Liz, who also works with us to join. I am a regular reader of Indian sex stories and this is my first story and not a word of it is fake or fantasy. After a long consideration, I thought of sharing my experience with you all. It happened 3 yrs ago when I was in class 11th in Raipur.The heroin of the story is Bhavika (fake name). She was our physics teacher at that time. She is of normal height, married, and a sexy figure of 36-28-34. Anyone would want to fuck her any seeing her. She was 30 at that time and I was 18. Whenever she. She made reasonably good money as an ambulance chaser, but if she could bag another husband who was a lawyer, then her income would better than double. Her only concern centered around the fact that her three ex-husbands hadn’t been lawyers, and so had gotten raked over the coals for alimony. If she married a lawyer as number four, she’d either have to figure out how to keep him, or find one who didn’t have any experience in divorce court.Babs was sitting at the bar, drinking her second Tom. “This is your room?” I asked, looking back at Jace, shocked.“Yep, all six by eight feet of it.”“Jace, why are you living here? This place is awful.”“The rent is affordable, and I needed a place ASAP.”“But this is practically a jail cell. No, it’s worse. Those at least have a commode. How desperate were you for a place to stay?”He rubbed the back of his neck wearily, and sighed.“Lauren and I are having a lot of problems and I couldn’t live with her for one more minute. I needed to get out, fast..