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I am working in one of the top mnc in chennai. Normally I am single and just next door guy. Chennai girls who wants fun or need good friend to roam just ping me dear. Ok do not waste our time lets go to story.This is real story from my life its happened 2 years ago. I did my graduation in one of the best university and during my project I went to goa(place changed). Am always concentrated on my work basically I do not have trust in love ( until I meet my true love ) . I got many proposal from my childhood but I always ignore it ( now I feel y I ignore it ).Some day I feel very bored and do not have much work to do. I think to kill my time with browsing so started chatting in yahoo and went to hotel for my lunch and finally I decide to go beach because I always love nature so I started to go beach for refreshment. Then I started to notice some girls in beach how sexy they are, I just want to get one of them but my bad luck most of with their pairs so I just go walk to find someone and. “What is it?” I asked with genuine concern.She slowly lowered her fingers from her eyes, looked over my shoulder toward the bedroom door and then quickly recovered her eyes by sliding her fingers back over her eyes. I spun my head over my shoulder and there, in the doorway to our bedroom, stood HER LOVER… still bare-chested, his shirt in his one hand and the other outstretched with a “wait” gesture, the top button of his jeans still open and barefoot. I also noticed that his eyes were darting from me, to my wife, back to me and then to my erection, still sticking out proudly. “I’m so sorry” he stammered.I jumped to my feet and reached to quickly pull a portion of the covers over my wife’s naked torso, although I’m not sure why? After all, He had just fucked her. “What the Fuck?” I yelled. My wife sat up and tried to cover her breasts.“Was this YOUR idea?” I said accusingly, glaring at my wife.“NO!” she replied. “Not at ALL!”“No” he added, “I’m so, so sorry” he repeated. “This has.
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