I said, tum tho bath kardho, mere name math lelo, kyom agar inkar kare tho, phir kaise sath kam karege. Tum press math karo, aisa vaisa tum chahe tho ...poori intejham ho sakhta hai; tum ha! kare tho ham bath aage bedadegi karke bol dhena. Kya hotha hai dekha jayega. Jeso Meena se, indirectly is bath ki hints dedhi, & reported to me that: actually she is interested to have a child; but she afraid too much; & said kishi ko kuch patha challe tho fhir jee nahi payege. Aagar koi samajhdhar aadmi. By the end of the night we were both a little worse for wear and she was always real horny so back at my flat we'd fuck like rabbits till we drifted off to sleep. If the weather was good we'd sometimes go down the park which was only a few hundred yards walk. It was always quiet late at night and was great for a bit of discrete fucking or as it became later, a bit of dogging. The routine was usually the same. We'd get drunk in the bar, then have a stroll to the park. En route I'd encourage. After fondling my wife's breasts for a few minutes his hand moved down her body and disappeared between her legs. I froze in disbelief at what he was doing to her. It wasn't long before I heard her softly moaning. She never wore more than panties and a small t-shirt to bed even in the cold weather. So there was no doubt in my mind that he had his fingers in my wife's pussy, and she was enjoying every minute.Watching another man finger my wife's pussy right in front of me was just as infuriating. Finally, he cornered me against the wall.“See, this is destiny”, he said.“Uncle, please leave me. This is not right”, I pleaded. But he was not listening. He held my waist and tried kissing me on my lips. But I resisted. Meanwhile, he had unpinned my pallu from my shoulder and had let the pallu fall down.“Here comes the sweetness”, he said and started massaging my breasts over my blue blouse. He then made me turn facing the wall and from behind, he started massaging my breasts and poking his.