I kissed my little one, hugging him tight, and thanked my mother yet again for watching him. She laughed and told us to get out of here and we were on... our way. The gala was packed, way more people than was expected. This was a new artist, hardly known, but the gallery decided to put a color print of one of his pictures in the article about the opening and it seems people were impressed. The buzz was that he was very into realism but added a hint of off hues to contradict that reality. It was a. That will be payment enough."She shook her head. "I'll pay you what the other shops would havecharged for what you did. It'll be a small amount each week. In themeantime, come over to our house for dinner tonight. We appreciate youkindness, but in the future... ." What ever," I responded.If she did pay me I'd find a way to return it. The Bagwells' moneydidn't excite me as much as the offer of a decent meal.She wrote her address on a piece of paper and handed it to me. "Come byat seven this. A relatively well dressed man or woman sits nervously across and talks; guardedly with arms and legs crossed; forced pleasant smile. The interviewer speaks occasionally; the nervous interviewee does most of the talking? I'm guessing.Today I feel something different. My normal spot near the front door and by the window is taken. I cannot watch the people entering and leaving. I look around the room and spot her. What the fuck is it about her that is so intriguing?I get my pecan roll, put some. My wife knows just how to hit my most sensitive trigger, and in two more bobs of her head my body tenses up as I unleash load after load of my cum inter her mouth. I can feel her moan in pleasure as she takes all of it into her mouth, not missing a beat, swallowing every drop. She then slowly sucks the last of my cum out of me. Letting my cock slide out of her mouth she stands up, looks me in the eye and says, “Now you are all clean and we can get out of the shower.” She kisses me deeply then.