Adultery Friend Fucks Wife In Back Seat

[Ramdev2020]

There was no one in the ladies room. Aarti was eagerly waiting. She grabbed my hand and entered the nearest toilet cabin. Before I could react, she had pushed me to the wall and clamped herself on my mouth. Her hands furiously unbuttoned my sweaty blouse and pushed my bra cup down. In a second she had left my mouth and suckled my tits. Ripple after ripple washed down my inner self as there were continuous orgasms. I too grabbed her boob over her blouse, but my attempts turned too feeble compared to Aarti's mauling. She bit and sucked my breasts as though it was the end of the world.

What heightened my passion was that we could have been caught by any girl who entered the Ladies Room. After sometime she separated from my boob and moved her hand to my pussy over my panty. I moaned out aloud my pleasure without any care if anyone heard.

"Anu, I am going to come for you," Aarti blabbered. "You are a great turn on for me."

I invited her over as she helped me to push my boobs into my cups and button up. We came out and had a wash, powdered my nose and went to the floor. Luckily no one was in the Ladies Room.

As we came out, I could see my hubby waving to me with Jeet along side. I went up to them and they informed me that they wanted to leave to return home, as a night drive would be comfortable. So having waved a bye to all my friends and a promise to return next year, we left the hall.

On reaching the hotel, I removed my bra and changed into a short tank top for the night journey. I had decided to wear slacks but horny that I was I decided to wear an above the knees skirt. I wore the same lacy satin panty. The men had changed into Three-Quarter flowery shorts like the ones used on the beach side. We checked out of our hotel, picked up our son who was fighting not to sleep. We then went to pick up Puja from Jeets' relative's house. She was packed and ready. Puja had worn a tight, braless blouse to contain her milk filled breasts and an Indian petticoat which is like a frock, from the waist to the feet, which went with a shawl called as the "Dupatta". This would help her to breast feed her child easily.

Since my husband had brought the new bigger station wagon, we would be very comfortable. It was a very spacious and stable car and since the journey would take about 8 hours back home, Jeet volunteered to drive first. There was an additional long seat at the back. My son was adamant to sit on the front side seat. So we had strapped him and later on he slowly went to sleep. We had brought pillows and shared the pillows amongst Puja, Atul & me.

Since Puja had to nurse the baby, she was allotted the back seat where she could nurse her baby in privacy. My husband & I took the middle long seat. As Jeet pulled out to start our journey, we laughed and exchanged our experiences. After about half an hour, I started to feel drowsy and excused myself from the conversation, and after wishing Puja, who too had laid herself on the seat with the baby, pulled my legs up on the seat and rested my head on the head rest of the seat. I could see Puja's back as she breast fed her child away from us. I slipped into deep slumber.