Her hubby was in Dubai and she was staying with her daughter and in-laws. We almost had the same interests for porn and sex. After texting for about a... week and sharing each other’s pictures and sexual adventures, we were comfortable with each other and we decided to meet.She invited me to her place when her in-laws visited a wedding and her daughter was busy in her college. I reached her apartment and rang the bell, and there she was – a perfect Indian lady. She had worn a black seductive saree. Death rather than choosing.Sometimes, when I come here, I make the decision to climb the rock and contemplate throwing myself free, like she did. Or just taking in the view from the staggering height. Other times, I decide that I would rather risk being crushed by falling rocks down by the river. Watching the river flow swiftly by, not a care for who lies beneath.We get out of the car and start up the path. We come to the fork: we must make a decision. Be crushed or make a splash. I want to go. If I allow you to fuck her, you will make sure she cums.” “If you allow me to fuck her?” “Yes, with a big emphasis on ‘IF’. Now, after we eat breakfast, we’ll return to the bedroom where you will watch me fuck your wife, eat her pussy, and she will suck my cock. If you behave, we might let you play a part. If not, well then, you’ll suffer the consequence of watching. Is that clear?” Keifer stared up at Stevie for a moment, then lowered his head and said, “Yes.” “Yes what?” “Yes, sir.” Lydia had. I lost track of time, and when I finally glanced to the digital clock on my nightstand, I saw that it was half past six; the sky outside was the deep red of a summer dusk. Not long now, I thought miserably. From down the hall I could hear my mother's en suite shower start up, followed by gurgling water as she washed herself clean.I walked to my bed, staring at the ceiling whilst I waited for full darkness to fall. Not twenty minutes later, my bedroom door opened; my mother walked in, wearing.