“Honey,” I whispered into his ear as his hands began to roam around the thick fabric of my robe. My breasts were by his neck. I moved them closer ...to him. I guided his head and buried his face into me. The strap of my robe fell. My robe was opening. My silk panties were exposed. His hands were headed towards them. I held him back to let my robe open further. There. Now my breasts were out, too, and he was staring into them. He was breathing hard.And the poor dear still had some tears in his. But now Cynthia grabbed my ass cakes and forced me to keep drilling her until I couldn't hold back any longer!My penis spurted repeatedly into her oral cavity and she drank it all down!I'm ashamed to admit it was better than the straight sex we'd had!For the rest of the honeymoon week, Enke and I were thrust together by different circumstances.If Cynthia and Victor weren't sister and brother, I would suspect they had something going on.On the last day before flying back home, Enke was crying by. Kichhukhon por ami amar thapano bondho korlam. Aar sawar ta chaliea diea swar ar niche dujone suea suea porlam. Ooor gud ta ami bhalo kore dhuea dilam. Guder bhitore angul diea diea oor guder bhitorer roktto tao porishkar kore dilam.Oke bollam amar last akta ichha tumi puron koro. O bollo ki? Ami bollam ami tomake akbar hissu korte dekhte chai. O bollo na na amar khub lajja korchhe. Ami bollam kiser lojja Please. O amar samne hatu gere bose (maye ra je bhabe hisu kore) o bose hisu korte suru. I assumed this discussion was a continuation of the fantasy of us having another guy join us in bed, yet this time, it all seemed so different, so real! Hearing that my wife was groped by strangers and then fucked, well, it was simply more than I could take, and my cock responded accordingly.“Did you just come?” my wife asked in a high-pitched, not-able-to-believe-tone.“MmmmHmmm” I admitted, while still licking at her wet vulva. “Roll over” she said, while pushing my shoulder. “I want to see?”I.