My beautiful wife Sharon and I have been happily married for two years. Wherever we go, my sexy wife draws admiring glances like a magnet attracts nails. I often fantasized about watching her with other men, but she seemed so straight-laced that I was sure she would never go for it and kept my fantasies to myself. Or perhaps I was afraid that I would become jealous. I'm not sure which it was. She is a wildcat in bed, never giving me anything to complain about, so I was quite content with the status quo.
Bloody planes! I'd been away on a three-day business trip. No fun, no action, and three days away from my wife. Not good. I always missed cuddling up to her long legs and incredible *ss. She never wore anything to bed either. Just that smile and the glint in those cock-sucking eyes that tell me when she's in the mood.
Muthu and I were friends for quite some time in the college. One day while I was browsing the book case of Muthu, I found that he had hidden some magazines in a hard-to-reach interior portion. I found that these magazines were on sex, mostly narrations on various taboos. When Muthu, who had briefly stepped out of his room, returned and found me reading his collection, he became very embarrassed. Since I had prior exposure to such works, I assured him that he was not doing something out of the ordinary and that I have read such books in the past.
