My hand was all over her stomach up until her belly button.Her hand was stopping me from taking my hand back. Even before gaining my senses as to what...’s happening, she calmly said, “Do you think I don’t know that you have been staring at me all the time I was drying out? Just tell me kaisa laga?” (how does it feel)I was numb. More than numb, I didn’t know whether it is happening for real or not. I just kept staring at her as I was not able to remove my hand from her firm grip. She leaned back. My motions smoothened and matched his in perfect syncopation.“This is terrific,” he smiled, his eyes glittering with lust.“You’re fabulous. Sheela ” he murmured. “You are very good. Now. Faster.”He bent forward; his arms outstretched, and began to move even faster. His hips rocked rapidly up and down, his cock grinding deep into my cunt. As he moved in, he swung his hips in tight circles, entering me from all angles. I gasped and cried out. His balls pressed to my cunt-lips with each thrust. He. [Sam looks at her and bows his head before speaking]Sam — I sometimes wish I had his conviction. Had it not been for the sexual prudeness of my wife, I would have been faithful for her but missionary style for 15 years had me on edges. You were young, beautiful and interested in me. I do not regret, do not get me wrong. I only wish it was easier to snap my ties with my wife and live on with you but it is not so. So, what is the plan apart from my divorce?Donna — I will have to take the divorce. * * *The party is everything Tamra had feared it would be. Her husband's boss – an obese matron with daddy issues – wears a flouncy square-dancing skirt and a white peasant blouse with the elastic bands clutching her upper arms like pythons. Co-workers wear various combinations of flannel and plaid-patterned cotton. Cowboy hats abound, as do fake horses, fake mustaches, and real alligator boots.Tamra floats through it all in a daze. She can still feel the stranger's hands on her body, his cock.