This was Katrina. We worked together and always seemed to be flirting, even when it was a little inappropriate. She was wearing a tank top and a plaid... mini skirt. As I invited her in, I heard my phone go off. It was my friend whom I’d been texting with earlier. She said I was lucky to be getting some. She asked me if I’d update her on the progress of the night. I figured, why not! This might be fun.Katrina and I had little to hide. We both knew what we wanted, it just hadn’t come to this. My wife just nodded and they stood up, she gave me just one small glance but I kept my eyes shut. Overwhelmed, she strolled with Ali out of the room. Her bangles made a lot of noise and I got down the bed. I went to the other room and saw my attractive wife in his arms, her mouth being pulled with great force in the act of smooching. Ali pulled her saree and eradicated it such great force that I could swear that it tore a little. He remarked something about the saree and snorted. Then my wife. Like a large house cat playing with a familiar toy, John forced a string of orgasm’s out of Angela before he rose up long enough to slide on a condom. Angela made no effort to pull away when John had separated from her. Spent from her time of recovery and her previous exertions, Angela was content to not move a muscle as John gently parted her legs and plunged his maleness deep into her femaleness. Angela did not understand why her legs encircled his as John rocked away with determination. It. "Bedroom," he told me.I led him into the bedroom. Stood there naked and exposed."What do you want me to do?" he asked me."I want you to go," I told him in a whisper."Wrong answer." His hand shot out and slapped sharply across my breast.I gasped. " - sorry!" I blurted."Tell me what you want me to do." Fuck me." Good. What do you want first?"I looked at him, sensing the game he was playing, the control he was exerting over me. "I want to suck your cock," I told him."Go on then," he said,.