Then he slid lower, resting his hand on my pelvis as he felt the movement of my husband’s penis in my vagina. I was thirty-five. Indian xxx He fell asleep in a few minutes while his penis was still inside me.The room was dark, but I felt exposed. I rested there for a moment, feeling the weight of guilt and the strange relief of being fully seen.After a while, he whispered, “Stay.” I didn’t answer. I responded, my body ached in layers I could not understand.As he moved within me, a slow rhythm of love and familiarity, I opened my eyes. My husband replied with yes, and I invited Arjun. Once I sucked two penises, Arjun’s and my husband’s, when my husband was over drunk and passed out. We had drinks, dinner, and spent time gossiping like friends.Arjun came to visit again and again.
