Misc. Erotica Third Son (Completed)

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As my wife turned around adjusting her White Kurti Top and gestured for me to get down from the car, she noticed the old man and with a huge smile on her face began coming towards us.  “Hello Swaminathan, Sir,” as he wished him and I got out of the car, “Hi, Janaki,” the old man said.  “Sir, this is my husband, Ram,” my wife introduced the old man to me, “hello Mr. Ram,” he said and immediately looked at my wife.  “Janaki, Swaroop was upset the whole day yesterday after you slapped him, please forget about what happened yesterday and move smoothly with him because he is your son’s coach.  Go make peace with Swaroop,” the old man said and left the place.



As we were entering inside, and my son went right onto the field, “what happened, Janaki? Why did you slap the coach, he was not training our son well?” as I exclaimed, the coach himself came in front of us, and for a moment stood froze ogling at my wife from head to toe and was delighted that she wore the White Kurti Top and Yellow Leggings as he requested, and at the same time was disappointed that I had come along with my wife.  Little did even he know that I was here to help him enjoy my wife more.  “Swaroop, this is my Husband, Ram…. And Ram this is our son’s Coach Swaroop,” as my wife introduced me to the coach, he shook my hand.  “Why don’t we get inside the office room and talk,” as he said and took us inside the room and we went inside, “Tea or Coffee?” he asked.  “Before Tea/Coffee or anything else, I want to sort out things between you guys.  I came to know from Mr. Swaminathan that my wife slapped you yesterday.  I don’t want to know who was at fault, but I want you both to put the past behind and concentrate on my son’s Hockey.  Come on shake your hands,” as I said, my wife and the coach began looking at each other.  As they were about to shake their hands, “wait… no handshake, Janaki, give me a hug,” as I said, “Ram?!” as my wife exclaimed, “you slapped him, right? Hug him Janaki,” as I said, my wife reluctantly hugged him, “hmmmmm… hug you properly, you slapped him properly right?” as I said and smiled at her, she smiled at me and began hugging him freely with her arms around his neck.  “Come on Swaroop, don’t have any grudges, put the past behind and hug my wife back,” as I said smiling at him, he hugged my wife neatly.  The moment he hugged my wife neatly, he totally ignored me and began feeling my wife’s ass cheeks up nicely over her leggings.  As my wife was feeling uncomfortable as he was feeling up her ass cheeks right in front of me, “now promise me that you guys will be friends like this always?” I said.  “I promise I will always be Janaki's good friend always, Sir,” as the coach said, taking his hands off my wife’s ass cheeks and placing them over my wife’s waist, and looking at my wife’s lips.  “And you? Janaki,” as I exclaimed, my wife, with her arms still around his neck, was nervous as she was scared that the way he was ogling at her lips, he might get turned on and kiss her lips right in front of me.  “Tell me, Janaki,” as I exclaimed, looking at his lips which were now close to her lips, “I will, Ram,” as she exclaimed nervously, as the Coach she could feel the coach was horny and was scared that he might kiss her lips at any moment, right in front of me, “I will what?”, as I asked, “tell him, Janaki, tell your husband that you and I will be good friends,” the coach whispered, close to her lips, slowly moving his hands which were on my wife’s waist and placing them over my wife’s ass cheeks gently.  “Come on Janaki, tell your husband, no?” as he exclaimed, squeezing my wife’s ass cheeks over her Yellow Leggings and White Kurti Tops, “Mmmmmm ….. Swaroop and I will be good friends, Ram,” as my wife exclaimed looking at his lips and tried to turn towards me to avoid getting her lips kissed by him, right in front of me, “Awwwwwww…. Thank you so much, Janaki,” he exclaimed and with his left hand still over my wife’s ass, he took his right hand and held my wife by her jaw and turned face towards him and all of a sudden planted a strong smooch on my wife’s lips, totally ignoring me, leaving my wife embarrassed and breaking the hug.  “What happened, Janaki?” as the coach exclaimed, “nothing to offend you, Swaroop. She is not used to getting kissed on the lips,” as I said looking at my wife and smiling at her, making the smooch look casual and I was okay with it, she looked at the coach.  “So that’s the reason she slapped me yesterday when I kissed her lips,” as the coach said, “probably, but you must give her some time to get used to getting kissed on her lips, Swaroop,” I said. “Sure, Sir,” the coach said.