” To check his response. He then replied, “Kyu?” I lowered my eyes.He added, “Ab bata bhi do, Neha.” I said, “Are chacha, woh maine niche ...uch nahi pehna hai, jo bhi hai sirf ye shirt hai badan pe.” He replied cunningly, “Are to kya hua, tum waha hath rakh lena, kuch nahi dikhega.Ab main tumhare baap jaisa hu. Mujhse kya sharmana, khamkha bimaar hogayi to kal ke plans cancel karne padege.”I succumbed to his words and replied, “Thik hai kar lo upar.” He started to lift the shirt up. I was. We began to gather the ingredients I kept noticing that my drink kept getting lower and lower so instead of refilling just mine I mixed one up for her she snatched it out of my hands and drank it down oh she was on a mission! I smiled slid in next to her so we were almost joined at the hips the mixing went well I got to put a little bit of flour on her I got a hand print on my ass, all the while we were mixing and stirring we were chatting and in a hushed tone I told her I had a confession to. Time went on and I knew I had to check into my hotel and be ready for my meeting but as it was a small local hotel, it was off the beaten track. I pushed my luck at this point and asked if Ellie knew where it was, in the hope that she would show me...my plan worked.As we walked, we talked about all sorts of things. We both had young c***dren, we both had issues in our marriage, we both missed our previous lives before parenthood, the fun side, the spontaneous side where we could do anything. My sensual wife climbed another car with a Latin guy at the wheel.They went again to that same western country dance place where they had met Anita the first time.I saw them from the shadows of a dark corner near the tables.As soon as my wife was seated close to that Latin guy, whose name was Giovanni, his large hands pulled her close to allow his thick lips to cover her soft mouth. The kiss went on and on...His hands took possession of her round boobs. There was absolutely no fumbling. With.