Those lips so unmistakable. Kissing her as if she’d shatter into pieces. Her head turned to give him her neck. A soft almost inaudible sigh escaped ...when his fingertips pulled her silken curls to give him no obstruction. With just the light drifting in from the single window of her bedroom, her sandy hair looked almost black. In the night, it matched his. Her fingers tightened around the pillow under her head to prevent her from reaching back to grip his hair and scream for him to stop torturing. ..” The cheeky, lascivious look on my wife’s face told me clearly she was enjoying this little interchange. “It’s certainly not you, Cucky-Boy!” she added. “I need a real man’s cock in... my... cunt!” There! The ‘c’ word told me she was getting seriously aroused. “In your what?” I demanded. “In... my... cunt... making... me... cum...” she replied and I felt her rubbing herself on my thigh. I pressed it forwards to make it easier for her. “Big?” “Fucking… huge...” her rubbing was growing faster. With the kids and Jane I took up photography as a serious hobby and built up my skills and equipment in that area, I was now in my very early thirties and totally bored with my job.Me and Jane had been involved with a few wife swops and swinging scenes during this period and one of the couples, Robert and Susan, asked me if I would photograph them as a couple and the wife on her own for their own use.Did I say NO!!!, What do you think??? Of course I did it.This was my first experience of. I was waiting for the train to reach Mumbai so that I can touch her as I want.My wife was not comfortable with PDA so I didn’t want to try something on the train. Ruhi bent down to take some stuff from the bag and my eyes got stuck on her cleavage. Her cleavage was looking like a deep valley. Some part of boobs was inviting me to get them pressed. I went near Ruhi and held her in my arms.I looked into her eyes for a while and she gave a lovely smile. That’s it. After eight years of marriage,.