.I think to myself I should go change into a pair of jeans and a t-shirtand take control of my marriage, and not only realize I don't own anyjeans or ...-shirts but also what my wife made perfectly clear; we willnever go back to a vanilla marriage. I hang up another skirt when I hearmy wife's car in the driveway.I rush down to the door to greet her, desperately praying that she'salone. Thankfully I see she's alone when I reach the door and quicklydrop to my knees before her. She grabs my collar. She pretended to text on her phone rather than risk a conversation at the same time she could see the drivers face across from her reflected clearly in the front passenger side window.He looked around forty and she could see his wedding ring, his build was exceptionally swarthy he was dark skinned.She sensed his interest in her even though they had not spoken her instinct is a built in protective device all women have she knew if she let him he would try to chat to her.Not that she didn't want. Us waqt mene dekha mom white leggings aur light pink side cut wala slevless kurta pehna hua tha jis mai se unke bade gore arms clean gori underarms n sab wide hips healthy thighs sab dikh raha tha.Uncle bhi track suit mai thai jisse unka lund ka curve dikh raha tha.Vo tab sofe pr pairo ko khol k baithe hue thay n mom ghar mai ghumti hui unse baate kr rahi thi. Mom phir sofe k paas aa k boli “Mehra ji vaise breakfast kr liya hoga aapne ya baki hai toh abhi bana leti hu fatafat”.Mehra uncle ” nai. Heather has seen me plenty of times in a T-shirt and underwear, so I didn't feel it necessary to put shorts or pajama pants on. I knew I'd be under the covers anyway, hiding my hard-on when my sexy daughter came into my room. I made sure my bedroom door was shut, so I could at least edge to Heather's shower video before she got the baby to sleep.I turned on my TV and settled on a baseball game. Then I opened the webcam viewer. Heather wasn't back in her room with the baby yet. So I clicked on.