Frigid Wife

Ravi was unhappy in his marriage. His wife Parami had lost interest in sex. They had not had sex before marriage, and after they were married they fucked like rabbits, but as Parami had become more and more successful in her banking career, she spent more time at work and less time on Ravi.

Ravi looked at a photo of Parami who was working late again in her Manhattan office. He looked longingly at her luscious lips, soft hair, and even though she was not dressed sexily, he could still make out her curves.

Ravi traveled to the Sri Lankan neighborhood on Staten Island to see a friend of his whom he confided in, and said he had a solution.

They met in a tea shop. Ravi's friend slid something under the table to Ravi.