I had my client flew down from USA for signing up a contract with my company and he happened to visit my city with two of his friends as they all plan...ed to come together to achieve my friends’ business objective and on the other hand his friends can spend their holidays in India. One day, I had arranged for them a dinner at home as they all wanted to have something traditional and taste homemade, typical Indian food.My wife is a good cook and an enthusiastic host, hence she readily agreed to. She watched us, nibbling one another's necks. She sort of cleared her throat. I paid her little attention--Mary kept on making me want to fuck her. No encouragement was really necessary; we just needed to get the car back in front of our house first.Nikki got embarrassed and started babbling about how some of them were heading out over to another bar and blah de fuckin' blah. Her girlfriend found her and rescued her, guiding her away to said bar."Who wants to go to another bar?" I asked. And I gotta admit, it felt so good I was tempted to let her finish what she’d started. I had a hunch coming in her mouth would be a total blast. But that’s not what I wanted most. Once I’d extracted my Johnson from her mouth, I pulled Donna out of the chair. After turning both it and her around, I began talking some line of shit while trying to get her to lean over the chair-back.When she realized what I had in mind, she started protesting and tried to turn back around. But I was almost certain. Her hand reached up and began tracing the shape of his face with her fingertips. She closed her eyes as if to solely rely on her sense of touch to make a memory. Just then the timer for the pasta started ringing and they unwillingly broke their embrace. They began to place the rest of dinner on to the table staring at each other . They talked and laughed throughout the meal, neither one of them mentioning the tender moment. He was thinking that he really needed to kiss her but he didn’t.