She was the most beautiful woman that I had put my eyes on. I was as ordinary as ordinary comes.I was in a nondescript bar in the largest city of Indi...a — Mumbai. She was supposed to be in the capital leading a life of free sex and lose morals. Priya, my wife, walked into the bar with a man I had never seen before. She was still my wife from what I knew. I did not bother enough to file for divorce and I had not heard about a divorce from any of my friends. I was in touch with three or four. All week I thought about how I might push the envelope without its seeming too obvious. I think my solution was too contrived in the end. On the other hand, maybe she was so taken aback by my boldness that I pulled it off.Michele was scheduled to come around at the same time as the previous week. That would allow me the perfect excuse to be wearing a towel and nothing more when she rang the doorbell. It all worked perfectly. When I answered the door wearing a towel which I'd folded over twice. That would come in about an hour. I dressed for the day in the green fatigue pants, they were sold in stores under the name cargo pants. Mine were big, sloppy and black, most women wouldn't dare wear. I loved them because they had lots of big pockets. I had even had a special holster made for the .38. It was made in probably the last shoe shop in the USA. The holster had a front and a back made of stiff canvas with a Velcro strap over the hammer for safety. There was no way to attach it to. I could feel him place his arms around both of my thighs, taking away what little free movement I had as he started tickling my clit with his tongue. His very, very cold tongue! He must have been sucking on an ice cube! I squirmed and moaned into my gag as he moved on to my pussy and used his tongue to fuck me. The sensation of hot and cold was intense and I was soon on the brink of orgasm. He sped up his motions and freed one of his hands to play with my clit while he tongue-fucked me. It.