Reddy again left my wife. Kavita caught her neck and coughed for a second but then she quickly got back to her position. Reddy’s dick was glistening...with my wife’s saliva as she again took it back in her mouth.Kavita held Reddy’s dick with both her hands and still there was enough for her to suck. She sucked his dickhead and Reddy moaned in pleasure.“Arun, come fast… Ayushi is about to cut the cake,” My mom, Ragini called out from the hall.Kavita froze with Reddy’s dick in her mouth. But Reddy. "So, what are we doing today Mrs. D.?" Peter asked."Well, I wanted to paint something that captured the frustration of the last week or so."Meagan grumbled, "I don't like where this is going." Hear me out first!" Debbie snapped. "I was thinking of having you two pose like you were having an argument. You don't actually have to get angry; you just have to pose like you're angry." So Mrs. D., how do we do this?" Peter's voice was neutral, as if he weren't convinced any more than Meagan was, but. After lunch, I head to my upstairs office to take care of some work and personal business. After a couple of hours, I receive a strange text from my sexy wife.“Strip to your boxer briefs and come to the bedroom for your birthday surprise.”I anxiously descend the stairs and peel off my shorts and tee as I go. I open the door to our room in my boxer briefs and am amazed at the sight. She is lying across the bed, wearing fishnet stockings, fuck me heels and nothing else. A thin layer of white. I explained to her what had happened with Blake. She nodded quietly, listening as I vented. When I'd finished she had a very thoughtful look on her face and told me she knew exactly what I needed.If I didn't mind, she had a hanging tire at home and a baseball bat. She uses it to relieve her frustrations by hitting the tire with the bat. I was welcome to come do that instead of potentially getting barred from the gym for being so loud. I thought about it for a bit but the deal clincher was.