CuckoldFart Posted Thursday at 02:08 PM Report Posted Thursday at 02:08 PM "Almost there," I called out to Javed, my phone clamped tightly to my ear. The car's engine hummed as I navigated the unfamiliar streets of a quiet, suburban neighborhood in the outskirts of Manchester. Bidisha, my wife, sat next to me, fidgeting with the hem of her dress, her eyes darting to the GPS on the dashboard. "Good," Javed's voice crackled over the speakerphone. "Make sure Bidisha's wearing that bridal saree I told her about." My heart skipped a beat…View the full topic at CuckoldPlace.com
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