My wife looked at me with that innocent gaze as she asked if I cared if she sat next to Jeremy. My wife was giggly and full of energy as she sat, her ...ocal style had gone from conversational to full-on flirting. Jeremy seemed to be enjoying himself and was sitting back very casually, so I figured I would let her continue having fun. My wife is sitting at the edge of the couch, turned to face Jeremy. She has her shoes kicked off and is barefoot. I sat to the side watching and could feel the. Sean moaned as he continued to stroke his cock back and forth, "MMM... UHH... OHH..." I started touching my dick too as I spat on my hand applying plenty of my own saliva onto my hand, stroking my dick, and I moaned too, "Mmm... Uhhh... Ughh..." I continued to watch Sean masturbating in front of me as I did the same in front of him and we each moaned as we kept stroking our dicks at our own pace. I spat on my hand some more as I stroked my cock, getting turned on just by seeing how Sean was. As I watched you wriggle into your yoga pants through lidded eyes, that beautiful ass dancing before me I knew I couldn't wait til when you got back. I'd tried stopping you going to yoga once before and that didn't end well. You were in a bit of a mood for the rest of the day even if I did make it up to you with my tongue.As you pecked me a kiss goodbye my cock stirred as I thought of the day ahead and my new plans for you.An hour and a half later you come out in your yoga pants, your beautiful. Then she took my hand and guided me inside. After we'd walked a few steps, we stopped. "Okay, open your eyes," she said excitedly. I did, and for a minute I wasn't sure what I was supposed to be looking at. "Happy birthday!" Shriya shouted. In the middle of the living room, facing the sofa, was a kitchen chair wrapped in gift paper, with a red bow stuck to it. "You got me my own chair?" I asked. "Do they not teach you how to do birthdays in India?" "Shut-up," Shriya retaliated. "Open it.".