"Gumbo?" I asked. "I thought we were making chili." I like the 'we.' Gumbo today, chili tomorrow. What we don't eat..." He gestured toward the freezer...then started to peel an onion."I don't know how much free time I'm going to have so I may not be able to help much in preparing meals."I thought there was a chance you would feel you had to do it to prove you'd make a worthy wife. That would be unfair, so I figured I'd make, hopefully with help, as many meals as I could before the work starts."I. I could hear music coming from inside, faintly. Feminine voice, slow beat. Sensual. I walked toward the house, avoiding the front door to make my way round to the deck, under which the key was strategically hidden. The music got louder and I realised it was coming from inside the main living room facing the deck area, which meant the sliding doors were open. The house had two wings, with two fully contained rooms in each wing above each other. The lower room in the wing I'd walked past was. "Brad! Oh God, you're going to make me cum!"Suddenly he realized that she was right. He knew she couldn't control herself when an orgasm gripped her. Shari was lying on her back on the floor, her clothes half off, her lovely young body trembling with sexual need. Her eyes begged him not to stop eating her flowing pussy, but they also flashed with the fear of being discovered or overheard.She watched him quickly loosen his necktie and slip out of his business suit. Her eyes danced with. The room is somewhat dark, so I can't see you too clearly, but then I FEEL it. Your warm, soft tongue on the tip of my dick. So many nerve endings to drive me crazy and you know EXACTLY what you are doing. You continue to take me into you mouth. So wet. So warm. So damn good.... You continue to make love to my dick with that wonderful mouth of yours... Anticipation makes time stand still and before I know it, I'm ready to cum. I gently slide out of your mouth as I EXPLODE onto your breasts. I.