Bye.”When I put the phone away, Doris looked like she was going to kill him. I was in agreement, but I had a better plan.“I know,” I told her. �...�You want to wait behind the front door and club him to death when he comes home. Hold onto that impulse. I have a better idea. You’re coming to the office Christmas party this weekend, right?” I asked.She nodded, telling me that Barb’s insistence that he wouldn’t be there was torpedoed. “Yeah. My parents are taking the baby overnight. It’s the one night. Then turning to me with a most non-parental smile, she again pulled me by the hand along the short corridor to her bedroom.With the door safely locked behind her, Amber gently pushed me to sit on her bed and gave me a small demonstration of her professional skills. A small bedside CD radio providing the rhythm as Amber seductively shed her skirt and blouse, before tormenting me with kisses as she sat on my lap and wriggled around to get me harder still. Only when she knew I was sufficiently. Within half a minute of that furious pace I saw my wife shake her head madly arch up her whole body , grab his head tightly to her breasts and achieve a massive orgasm. Vimal continued the pace until she grabbed his right hand and made him stop. Slowly he lifted his head and kissed her on her lips for a long time.Then he moved away and slowly withdrew his hand from underneath the sari. He brought up two fingers to her eyes and said something, to which my wife smiled coyly and lowered her eyes.. “Yes, Kyle, what do you want?”Kyle had asked to see me in a way that seemed somewhat formal, so I received him in my study. He stood in front of my desk, in his militia uniform at parade rest, unconsciously shifting his weight nervously from one foot to the other.“Boss, it’s about Phyllis’ baby.” Kyle said.“Bitsy? What about her?” I asked.“Well, er, no, it’s not about Bitsy. It’s about her next baby.”I knew where this was going.“Her next baby? What about this potential, theoretical, person?”He.