02-11-2021, 03:05 PM
The only one person who reads newspapers at home is my wife. I am an Artist, I paint and sell my paintings online. Newspapers corrupt my imagination, therefore I always make it a point to go nowhere near the newspaper. As I came inside with the newspaper, she sat on the sofa and started reading the newspaper. I went to the kitchen and made coffee for both and came to the living area and gave a cup of coffee to my wife. “Thanks Ram,” she said and collected the coffee from me. As I started sipping, she picked up her phone and started calling someone, “who is it?” I whispered. “Dharma uncle,” she said. “This early?” I whispered. “He will be on his morning walk, don’t worry. “Hello, Dharma uncle, did you speak to your party leader? …. Okay… Sure uncle… Of course uncle … Uncle, I will attend the Candidate interview without fail. Sure, uncle, we will meet in our Clinic,” she said and hung up the call.
By this time my sons had woken up and we prepared breakfast for them and packed Lunch and sent them to college. My wife was getting late for her clinic as well and she went to the shower, as I was outside cleaning my wife’s car. That’s when the milk delivery guy came, “Sir,” he called from the gate and I asked him to open the gate and come inside. “What is it?” I asked, standing next to my wife’s car in the Portico. “Sir, I forgot to collect the bill from madam in the morning,” he said. “She is having bath, can you wait for her and collect the money from her and go or you will come tomorrow?” I asked. “I will wait and collect from madam and go Sir, or else my boss will make me pay from my pocket,” he said. “Okay,” I said. As I continued cleaning my wife’s car, “Sir,” he called. “Yes,” I said. “Sir, how long will it take for madam to have shower and come?” he asked. “5 minutes,” as I said. “When did madam go to the shower sir?” he asked. “5 minutes ago,” I said. “Okay sir,” he said and stood quiet. “Sir,” he called again. “Yes,” I said. “Sir, madam bathes in the bathing tub?” he asked. Now I understood where he was getting, and him digging too much about my wife was getting me horny. I decided to play along, “depending upon her mood,” I said. “Was madam in a good mood when she went to shower, sir?” he asked softly. “Yeah, why are you asking?” I said. “In the morning while helping her get down from the ladder, I accidentally grabbed madam’s ass, she clearly felt uncomfortable. I think spoiled her mood, sir. Feeling guilty” he said. The milk delivery guy talking about feeling up my wife’s ass thinking that I am dumb, was making me feel horny. “Hey come on, she didn’t mind you grabbing her ass. You don’t have to feel guilty, you have to feel lucky that you got a chance to grab my wife’s ass,” I said.
To be continued..
By this time my sons had woken up and we prepared breakfast for them and packed Lunch and sent them to college. My wife was getting late for her clinic as well and she went to the shower, as I was outside cleaning my wife’s car. That’s when the milk delivery guy came, “Sir,” he called from the gate and I asked him to open the gate and come inside. “What is it?” I asked, standing next to my wife’s car in the Portico. “Sir, I forgot to collect the bill from madam in the morning,” he said. “She is having bath, can you wait for her and collect the money from her and go or you will come tomorrow?” I asked. “I will wait and collect from madam and go Sir, or else my boss will make me pay from my pocket,” he said. “Okay,” I said. As I continued cleaning my wife’s car, “Sir,” he called. “Yes,” I said. “Sir, how long will it take for madam to have shower and come?” he asked. “5 minutes,” as I said. “When did madam go to the shower sir?” he asked. “5 minutes ago,” I said. “Okay sir,” he said and stood quiet. “Sir,” he called again. “Yes,” I said. “Sir, madam bathes in the bathing tub?” he asked. Now I understood where he was getting, and him digging too much about my wife was getting me horny. I decided to play along, “depending upon her mood,” I said. “Was madam in a good mood when she went to shower, sir?” he asked softly. “Yeah, why are you asking?” I said. “In the morning while helping her get down from the ladder, I accidentally grabbed madam’s ass, she clearly felt uncomfortable. I think spoiled her mood, sir. Feeling guilty” he said. The milk delivery guy talking about feeling up my wife’s ass thinking that I am dumb, was making me feel horny. “Hey come on, she didn’t mind you grabbing her ass. You don’t have to feel guilty, you have to feel lucky that you got a chance to grab my wife’s ass,” I said.
To be continued..
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