Again a playful flash of her eyes finds my head nestling between her thighs as he airs his frustration. I glance up at her, looking beyond the rise an...d fall of her heaving bosom. Her hand comes across the receiver as she mouths, "Stop it." Yet she knows it is too late. Just as I can see the stormy lust in her pupils, I know she can sense my hunger, the need and want eating me up from the inside. "I know but we need to get this deal done," she continues in an attempt to pacify his concerns as I. Once she let me in, he sat on the bed and narrated to her about his day. Slowly, it became a routine. Misha: "I'm just about to take a bath Rahul” when he knocked on her door a couple of days later.Rahul: “Do you want me to go?" he hesitated a bit and then asked. She didn't reply for some time. A few seconds later she let him in. Her baby was sleeping. She had laid down fresh clothes on the bed. He sat down next to them and proceeded to tell her a joke that his physics teacher. He was a loving husband and would have someday been a great father. However, I've always had a thing for bad boys, and I got one. Now I needed to get rid of him, so I could get my husband back.I guess that all the crap that Jimmy had fed me about the two of them sharing everything, including some of their women was old news. Apparently, I meant more to Dylan than Jimmy thought. Jimmy had all kinds of clever sayings about things, like Bros before hoes. But Dylan had beaten the fuck out of Jimmy. I wound up getting TOO high, because my memory is hazy, but eventually the brain fog cleared, and when I can focus again, Mike has Sara on her back in the bed, her legs wrapped tightly around his back, as hes hammering his cock deep inside her – I mean, when I snap out of it, the first thing I see is Mike fucking my wife as hard, as deep, and as fast as he possibly can. Saras hanging halfway off the side of the bed, her heads touching the floor, and shes SCREAMING – top of her lungs, incoherent.