Adultery My Wife Bindu Tasted by the Photographer

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“He seems like a nice guy, Mohan,” my wife whispered while watching the photographer play with our sons.  “Who? The photographer?” I asked.  “That’s why he was complimenting me all this while,” my wife said.  “That’s his profession, I guess, to get the people in a good mood for the photos,” I said.  “Oh yeah, Mohan,” my wife acknowledged.  “You guys ready?” the photographer asked, playing with my sons.  “Yeah,” we both said.  “Let's go to your daddy and mummy, guys,” he said and cheerfully took my sons towards us.  My wife was watching him playfully take our sons towards us and started admiring the way he was handling our sons.