That was really sad, considering that I was sure my wife was off in Houston, doing just that.You know how you have a thought while you're sleeping and... that thought triggers something and suddenly you've got another thought? Well, that was me, Monday morning.I decided that maybe Cynthia was working for the Feds. Change 'maybe' to 'probably.' Some sort of three-letter outfit: FBI, CIA, DOD, NSA, XYZ or something. Who else could possibly have set up a black bag bugging operation so quickly or had. I put my shoe on and hurried inside. I could hear the shower already started and saw my br other run from his room into the bathroom naked, slamming the door behind him. When I made my way to the living room I saw dad turning the TV on and sitting down while I heard mom clacking around in the kitchen getting dinner going. “Mmmm I’m starved.” Daddy said and I repeated the phrase as he settled on the latter half of a Star Trek episode. “Chops or Chicken?” Mom yelled from the kitchen. “Chops…”. Within two months we are married to each other and start to live the life. Now she is 24 and we have a 3 year old son and she is working in a bpo based company only for her own interest. Telling about my wife she is 5.6” tall, chubby, fair and with the assets of 34, 28, 36. After marriage we enjoyed the sex a lot, we had three honeymoons and we fucked each other in a Goa beach publically every man looks her with a lust whenever she came out with me and but she did not response to them every day. I couldn’t wait to see his stiff, dark pole carving its way between my pale, smooth lips. He stroked and caressed my newly shaven pubis, murmuring appreciatively at his handiwork and the sight of the pale white flesh with its soft, wet, pink interior he couldn’t wait to explore again. I reached to touch his cock, hold it in my hand, stroke it back to its original hardness. “Thank you.” I whispered against his lips. He slid his tongue into my mouth and increased his touch on my pussy. My juices.