I watched from our first floor room as she parked herself in the middle of a group of Russian tourists. Desi xxx My wife’s luscious breasts were being touched, teased, squeezed and caressed by a total stranger. Asha whispered something to her Russian friend, who in turn whispered to his friends. Asha threw on her dupatta and we went down for dinner. She came back to the room, straight into my arms and dragged me into bed. We arrived at Jaipur and checked into the five-star hotel that we had booked into. When I got back into the room, Asha was in the bathtub. It put on display all her ample cleavage, and the tight kurta clung to her voluptuous body like a second skin. Her two hands were still in the robe’s sleeves, and the satin provided a shimmering bed sheet for her silky body. Asha was aroused by the Russian, and I knew by her pout
