Radha and I had our sexcercise whenever her hubby left town. It was one of those days, Mr. Mehta had to leave for Nairobi, on a long business trip. I was on my way to the terrace when Mrs. Mehta (Radha) was bidding him a

tear filled good bye at her door.

The driver carried his suitcase to the car

and Mr. Mehta gave her a hug and left. I carried on to the terrace to make sure there were no suspicions.

It was hardly fifteen minutes and Radha walked up to the terrace. She looked at me and winked and asked me to come down.

I followed her down...