"Mom, keep your both hands on your waist and cock your feet." I asked her and clicked some pictures in that position."Okay mom, move aside your d**** ...so I can photograph your blouse." I took a big risk, mom paused for a moment then she slowly removed the saris d**** exposing her deep cleavage and her poking nipples, I clicked many pictures. "Lift your sari a little from one side." I asked her, mom bent down to lift the hem of her sari, I took many of her bend down photos, her whole boobs was on. ..We didn't find it, even after examining the surveillance from the previous day. Many of the employees were the same and a few of the customers, but there was no evidence of undue attention from anywhere. Red and I had both felt it, though.In the afternoon, we went shopping in department stores. We didn't -- couldn't -- generate the uproar we'd created in the clothing store, but I did what I could. We decided that we might want to hit somewhere trendy and touristy the next day. In the. K., because the feeling is mutual and nigher of us make any attempt to hide it.Thinking of the joy I was looking forward to over Christmas Vacation, I considered whether it was less painful to jump out of the car and into the path of the oncoming bus in the other lane or just call in a bomb threat to the local Post Office so I could spend some quality time at Guantanamo Bay. Guantanamo Bay was, after all, away from home and all the "Holiday Joy". I decided that the way my luck was going, all I. They were not needed anyway, I was already spellbound. Like many cuckolds before me I was spellbound watching my wife opening her legs wide for her lover. *************** Epilogue It has been just over a year now since that day. As many cuckolds will testify, those first steps are life changing. Your marriage will never be the same again. As I put the finishing touches to my story Trish is sat a few feet away from me breastfeeding her baby girl. Abe’s baby girl, Primrose, is almost three.