He was wearing the latest fad for young men. It was a split skirt/dress that divided just below the armpits and connected every two-foot by a metal cl...asp. One could see his body. Just this side of decent with his black bra and panties, with black pop-sox squeezed into ultra-high heels."Hello sir, can I help." Well, I was thinking of cheering myself up with a new dress." "I think we could handle that."With that he beckoned me further into the store. I looked around at the sumptuous fabrics on. He told there is no problem he will wait. It was garden restaurant big one pretty dark too at the entrance and BIL purposely pressed and squeezed my butt knowing the rickshaw driver was watching us as we were entering the restaurant.We went to the restaurant and I was excited like hell knowing this new unknown man what will he do to me and so on and what’s my randy Bahuji’s plan was.We just had 1 beer each and when he ordered the lowest rate whiskey which smelt yuck the dirtiest aroma that. Now here is where my story begins. We fell into quite the routine regarding my wife’s return home from work. She would always make a beeline to the kitchen table and drop her backpack in the left chair at the end farthest from where we sat for dinner. The table seated six but since the kids had long moved out we only used one end closet to the appliances and counter space. The far end became a place for mail and her bags. She would say “Hi Hon” and then either following it with a short. Or maybe you’ll force my legs up and make me play with my pussy myself while you fuck my ass. She forced the thoughts from her head. He was the priority now. She moaned softly as she felt his fingers gently dig into her hair. She lowered her other hand, now using both to caress and tease her body. His fingers gradually tightened as he began to move his hips against her face. She felt her throat muscles put up a token resistance before relaxing as he pushed himself deeper into her.