Fucking Indian Wife

It's the wife. She's at the deep end of the pool, under the diving board. She silently motions for me. I look down, discover I'm wearing my shorts and jump in."As I approach her I ask where her husband is and she says he's out. I kiss her and she sucks my tongue between her lips. I soon feel her legs rubbing mine and I'm becoming hard. Just when I'm reaching for her ass she tells me to swim a lap because the servants may be spying on us. She pushes me away and I do the lap as fast as I can. On. It was one o’clock and she looked for the last time in the mirror pleased to see that the baggy top she had on fell lower in the front and was higher in the back which showed the smooth curve of her buttocks. Quickly she left the house and walked down the street towards the store before she lost her nerve. Her heart fluttered when she entered the store and saw Wally emerge from the back room to see who had entered. As casually as she could she examined something on a lower shelf with her back. Moving around just a little I got his head in position and pushed…he helped…I bent my knees a little and pushed back hard against the cold wall. Damn! He had a little more than he was showing!It was nice; I was suddenly pretty full, pushing back good and hard and, he was fucking away like a champ. I did some gasping and blinking then noticed that there was a cock protruding from the other hole. The booths in the rear of the shop were more narrow; by straightening up just a little I could touch. After a few minutes of this he raised his head up and saw my nipples were hard and he grabbed a couple of nipple clamps and put one on each of my nipples and locked them down so my nipples couldnt get free and attached the chain through thr ring in the celing beam and down to the other clamp and locked also then he came around behind my head and stuck his cock in my willing mouth and I started sucking it and stroking it getting it good and wett I could hear him say good baby get it sloppy wett.
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