As I got undressed, I saw Nidhi’s used underwear on the clothes hook. It was light pink with dark pink hearts printed on it. Out of curiosity, I sni...ffed it. It had a mild musty odor to it. My cock started hardening. I shook off the thought, kept the panty back and ducked under the shower. As the hot water hit me, I could feel myself relax. I showered quickly and reached out for the towel. I dried myself and then realized that I had not brought any clothes in to the bathroom to wear. They were. ..all that was happening just felt incredible! What had begun with my wanting to shock my husband ended as a shock to me because, as he bent me forward a bit more, he slipped his palm up the inside of my thigh and, in one thrust, he stuffed his stiff cock deep inside of me! Brian moved back on the bed and unzipped his slacks as he watched my husband rock back-and-forth and pound me from behind! I felt an incredible tingling sensation and started shaking when my husband's lips touched my ear. Watching her I thought of our rambles through the countryside and over diggings. I thought, too, of the picture her swaying haunches must have made behind her and was jealous of the others sitting on the pews. I was even jealous of the fabric sliding across her milk skin and over the mole at the head of the fold of her arse.'By the time she stood beside me I was sure we were making a mistake. None the less, I said 'I do' (weakness of character, I guess) and so did she. 'I had taken up her dare.. "Yes?" Come and sit down," she requests, gesturing to one of the chairs in front of her. I sit back. It's comfortable enough."Is this about my performance?" I ask. I thought I'd been doing pretty damned good for my first six months here.She smiles slightly. "In a way." She pushes her chair back from the desk, leaning back a little. "Your performance here in the past several months has been adequate." Adequate? Great. That's not too far above "sucky". She leans back a bit farther in her chair,.