Fucking Friend’s Wife Preeti !!!

I am 36 yrs old & Fucking Friend’s Wife married. living in Delhi. My friend Vijay (35yrs) buy a house near mine house and moved there with Fucking Friend’s Wife his wife Preeti. My house was some 100 ft from him there is no house in between so we came see ourselves a bit from our Fucking Friend’s Wife houses. 

Vijay is in Printing business in South Fucking Friend’s Wife Delhi. He usually comes late Fucking Friend’s Wife night so I use to help Fucking Friend’s Wife Preeti in their houselhold needs as there were new to this area. Preeti 33, Vijay’s beautiful and damm sexy housewife, she is dusky, slim but busty Fucking Friend’s Wife and really medium tits and nice fold on the hip, Fucking Friend’s Wife and beautifully lined lips, nobody will say she is 33.

I secretly fantasize abt Fucking Friend’s Wife her body and masturbate. This couple has one 10 yrs old son. Vijay has to drop his son at 8 o clock to the school and she picks him up by 2pm. Sometimes I Fucking Friend’s Wife picked him up too. Days were moving smoothly. Everyday after Vijay goes to his office by Fucking Friend’s Wife 9 o clock after dropping his son, Fucking Friend’s Wife When I go to office I drop the news paper and magazines for them. Gradually we were became close to each other. 

She used Fucking Friend’s Wife to send her son when ever Fucking Friend’s Wife I was at home. I also enjoyed the moment because I knew that this would lead me to my goal. In a few Fucking Friend’s Wife month were so close to each other that any day without talking to each other we could not have a sleep. Fucking Friend’s Wife  We had long duration Fucking Friend’s Wife phone talks but we never talked below the decency level. Neither me nor she had ever have any sex talks.

One day when I went to Fucking Friend’s Wife Vijay’s house, during talks she told me that Vijay is away on some business trip for a week. So I was supposed & compelled by my urge to go to her place everyday & enquire about her well Fucking Friend’s Wife being & to do all kind Fucking Friend’s Wife of work, buy things or driving her to places where she wanted. 

I was very happy I got what I wanted, being close to her Fucking Friend’s Wife I used to look at her beautiful body, fantasizing of having sex with her ramming her illustrious body Fucking Friend’s Wife parts Gradually I started touching her by one or other excuse she never resisted I started talking to Preeti in double meaning, Preeti smiles for it but without answer. One afternoon Fucking Friend’s Wife I took leave from office, (I knew that her son is at her in law’s home and she is alone) I went to her place. She welcomed me at the door, (I feel desire in yr her eyes style also that day). She was wearing a low cut black Fucking Friend’s Wife colored blouse with lemon colored – black border saree, she was looking like a fairy. 

I complemented her , she asked me Fucking Friend’s Wife to sit down and offered a Badam Sharbat (Sweat Drink), I was staring at her partly Fucking Friend’s Wife visible boobs, I couldn’t take my eyes away from the opening of her blouse, hoping that I would get another view. Fucking Friend’s Wife