Was she drunk? Was it just the atmosphere? Or was there more that I did not know about? Had Nicola discovered something? Could I no longer compete? Th...en it struck me the most terrifying question, was I going to lose her? Butterflies were swarming in my stomach and I felt an ache in my chest.“You okay, sweetie?”All this had rushed through my head in the time it had taken for her to walk from the dance floor and sit on my lap.“Yeah, no, I’m not sure.”She pulled my face around and looked me in the. My wife was in her element now and said accha yeh batao kit um kiska soch ker 5 baar muthh maarte ho…..He said “Madam 4 baar to aapke he mumme, gaand aur figure ko dekh ker he maar leta hoon, kasam se kya sharir hai aapka…kya mote muma hain aur kya gaand hilti hai aapki….aapne aap khada ho jaata hai….aur mein he nahin yahan ke jitney richshaw wale, ya bhikari, ya jamadaar hain….woh sub to us din ka yaad ker ke maarte hain jab aap ne ek baar choti skirt pehani thi aur balcony mein khade how ker. I prefer you being my pansy husband, who never pesters me for sex but is always ready to snack on my pussy. And who speaks in a soft voice. And uses his best ladylike body language. Right?’ Stricken by the idea of all that, he nevertheless responded, ‘Yes, dearest. I want whatever you want.’ What he really wanted was to be let out of that tube, but this appeared to be the path he had to follow to gain release. She turned to her dresser top fussed with the selection of cosmetics gathered at one. Then I slopped some K-Y around and into her asshole."Now, this shouldn't hurt much at all, baby, do you understand?" Promise? She asked meekly."Of course. Like a needle, you'll feel something at first but then it gets really..." I searched for her words... "Totally awesome, baby. Totally awesome." Okay then..."Complying, she straddled me and I inserted a well-lubed finger in. She was reasonably loose. I aimed my cock at her shitter and said, "Slow now, lower yourself down onto my dick." Okay.".