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I would have loved to invite my wife to join me, but it wouldn’t be long before the kids started dragging themselves out of bed and we couldn’t take the risk of getting caught. It’s hard to find any privacy in a house with two teenagers. That afternoon I flaked out in front of the coach with the TV on, but I was barely paying attention. Instead I was daydreaming about the morning encounter with my wife, the several encounters with Matt, and before long I was into a fantasy about sex with both of them together. I had never thought about sharing my wife with anyone, and had no reason to think she’d be interested, but the thought of, say, her sucking Matt while I fucked her, or sucking me while he fucked her, or me fucking her ass while he fucked her cunt, got me so hard I had to adjust myself. As I did so I realized my wife had come into the room and was standing behind me. “Thinking about this morning?” she whispered, nudging my shoulder. “So am I.” She took my hand and rubbed it. I wanted to run my hands all over her navel now suck the juices from there. I controlled my emotion. The salesgirl left us to decide which saree to buy. Deepti finally made the decision to buy the second one.She was still in the trial room and probably waited for me to leave, but seeing that I was not going, she decided to unwrap the saree. I was still talking nonsense till she removed the saree completely. Before she went inside the room and closed the door, I asked if she wanted to anymore.She said she was happy with this one. She closed the door soon after much to my disappointment. To my luck salesgirl was back and asked me if I could move so that she can enter the room to help Deepti undress. I was more than happy. The salesgirl knocked and told her that she will help her and Deepti opened the door.I positioned myself so that I can take a sneak peek. The sales girl fully opened the door to my luck. Deepti had already removed her blouse and was in her bra now. My jaw dropped on.
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