However, 2 months passed and my fantasies never came true. I used to leave for office early morning and return home around 8 pm. I hardly ever saw her... in the house. In my conversations with Erik, I came to know that his Indonesian wife worked as a Yoga instructor in a local health retreat. No wonder I hadn’t seen her around much.Anyways, my lucky day came around 2 months after I shifted to Erik’s house. One late night, I was in my room and watching porn and masturbating. I had kept the sound. I slept with her once in a while, just to sleep and cuddle. She gradually came back to be the Ellen we all knew and feared.I corresponded with the U.S. state department about what happened. They didn't have too much of a beef with what happened after I explained how we found Ellen. They agreed that we'd never be welcome in any port in Venezuela and offered us a number to call if we ended up in hot water again. We exchanged email addresses and sat-phone numbers. It was good to have a. And as he started to leave, Nidhi grabbed on his shirt.Nidhi: Now, don’t be like that. I guess there’s no harm in a quickie, be quick. I have work to do.Kumar(delighted): Oh yeah! That’s my lovely wife. And don’t you worry, I am going to keep it short.Nidhi: listen, since we’re going to do it, you better fuck me hard. The days of slow, gentle fucks are over.Kumar: You got it, babe!He quickly unzipped his pants, pulled his cock out. Then bent her over, lifting her nightie and pulling her panty. She glanced my way and smiled as she caught me staring, and then carried on into the house with her folks.So I then followed and passing through the neighbours extremely clean house, I stepped out into their back garden where lots of folk were already drinking and mingling.I quickly looked around for Mrs Jones and after a moment spotted her near an outdoor bar at the end of the decking, so eager to say hello, I strolled towards her."Hey" I said eagerly as she stood speaking to two other.