. BUBBLEBATH... "Join me?", she offered. Without saying a word, I got in the hot water with her. "I got a room with an extra large tub...", she said p...roudly. I kissed her lightly, then again ... and told her "You've made this a very special day for me..." Vi grinned, nuzzled my neck, then rubbed suds on my neck, my shoulders, and the tip of my nose ... then she said "You can STILL make it even bigger ... I'll tell you about it after dinner, OK?" I gave a nod, already taking her into my arms to. We had another kinky stuff we wanted to try so we waited for him to wake up and then we’d start out action in earnest….. In the morning when he woke up he was still erect and stood in front of my wife who was on the bed……my wife took her hand and put it on his cock…she started stroking his cock in his shorts and within ten seconds he came and then left to clean up..After some time she went indo the kitchen and stood next to the boy…W : ek baat batao tum saara din hilate to rahte ho,,,phir tum. ” His eyes were suddenly burning with hatred. “I want to kill that bastard.”“Why didn’t you kill him then?”“I don’t know.” He said meekly. “I don’t know. Perhaps I don’t have the courage to do it. But I hate him.”A thought suddenly occurred to me.“I’d be happier if you can avenge my humiliation.” I feigned a sarcastic look. He stared at me and then diverted his gaze. “I… I don’t know… how?” He babbled.“You really want revenge for your father taking your wife away from you.”“Yes.” He said. ‘My father was, or at least very nearly was, a closet drunkard, always needing just a few shots of whiskey to reach a state of calm when he came home from work late in the evenings. It’s still strikes me as one of those strange, illogical things, my mother preaching about the sins of drinking, smoking, fornicating, and my father hitting the bottle just as soon as he got home, my mother saying nothing to him about his ‘inappropriate behavior’. Sometimes I wonder how hard she had to bite her.