It was a head-turner of a dress, and it was just perfect for my date night. I paired the dress with a pair of black Steve Madden ankle strap heels of ...which I made a show of putting on in front of my husband by repeating my waist bending show from earlier to allow him to see just how short the dress was and to show off my uncovered sex once again. To complete my look, I retrieved the key to my husband's cock cage from my jewelry box. I had it on a dainty gold chain necklace, and it looked so. Usne mujhe 1 married lady ka kehkar 1 no. Diya to maine us no. Pe fwd. Msg karne chalu kar die 3 4 din tak daily 8 10 msg kiya karta tha. Mere msg karne se us lady ke call aane chalu ho gae jo maine nahi uthae. Ek din uska msg aaya k aap kon hai aur mujhe msg kyon kar rahe hai. Taa maine reply kiya ki main vineet hu aur main apne friends ko msg karta hu to aapke no. Pe bhi kar dia. Ispar uska call aaya jo mine utha lia. Aur kya aawaj thi yaaro uski yu lag raha tha ki jaise subeh shaam honey. Nothing in the way. My hand, her butt. I was in heaven.She broke the kiss to say "That feels good." I had to agree with her. She went back to kissing me and I felt her hand on my chest. Then there were two hands, sliding over my chest, running through the chest hair, feeling my nipples. Then she started working lower, under my chest, my stomach, finally one hand pulling out the waist band, the other attempting to go inside the suit. It was just too tight. She got her fingers into my pubic hair. "Try to relax and let me do the work. You've got a real nice asshole; we'll have to do this, uh, more, uh, uh...".If there's anything more ridiculous looking or sounding than a person having an orgasm, I'd like to know of it. Or maybe I wouldn't. Anyway, there's no point in describing the next few seconds, except to say that I was overly ready for it and it was a major relief. I hadn't even worked up a sweat in the process.I withdrew and, grabbing a wad of kleenex, gingerly removed the condom.