So, my eyes scanned the bar and I pointed himout to her, leaning on the bar and alone. She looked atme and her face said it all – she wanted him....Her enthusiasm was infectious and I’m sure that I wasblushing, too. I didn’t say a word. I merely nodded,stood up and went across to the bar and stood next tothe coloured youth. He glanced up and his face brokeinto a grin. “Hi man…you again?” he said. I smiledback and offered to buy him a drink. “Sure man,. I groaned in sybaritic pleasure as she lavished her attention on my ass. Then she danced her tongue up my peritoneum to my balls and then dropped back to my asshole. As far as I was concerned, she could eat my ass forever and for a while it seemed to that was what she was going to do. Then I felt two fingers slide inside me followed by a cool flood of lube. A third and then a fourth finger slipped in next to the first two and moved slowly in and out. They felt so good. Progressively, the. She reached around grabbing my hand and cock she guided it to her vagina. It was so beautiful I don't know why her husband left but boy was he stupid. I felt like I was staring at a angel or something her ass big enough to grope and pussy was dripping wet. As I slipped the tip inside she covered her mouth to keep her gasp quiet."Uhh fuck" she said.The farther I went in I couldn't contain myself and grabbed her hips and with her ass bouncing off me I slowed and reached forward grabbing her neck. It was probably due to the decline in my marital happiness, or was it the cause of it. My husband and I now rarely made love and I didn’t miss it. Instead I longed to make love to Malathi the intoxicating woman at work. I would dress for work and wonder what she would think of this sari or that. I bought new sexy & quite reveling saris hoping to draw a compliment from the woman I desired, and she would always respond. But then South Indian women always fall head over heel a sari even if they.