Misc. Erotica Third Son (Completed)

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By the time I went to the Construction site and sorted the problems and came back, my wife and Swroop were not at the seats.  When my son came running from his dugout, “where is your mom?” as I asked, “mom said you left for the Construction Site,” my son said.  “Yeah, I am back now,” I said.  “Good, Dad.  Our side is Batting, you must stay here and watch my bowling, okay?” as my son said, “sure my son, I came back just to watch you Bowl.  Now, where is your mom?”, as I asked, “don’t know Dad, probably went to pee or something,” my son said.  “It's okay Son, I will find her,” as I was saying, a batsman from my son’s side got out.  “Okay, Dad, I have to go to the Dugout,” he said and left the place.



I knew my wife and Swaroop must be in his Office Room, and just as I guessed and went to the Office Room, Swaroop was hugging my wife nicely and was enjoying himself kissing my wife’s lips with his half closed eyes and my wife was kissing his lips back passionately.  The moment Swroop saw me entering, he broke the kiss, “hello Sir,” as he said, and my wife tried to break her hug.  “Hi Guys, what are you guys doing here without watching the match?” as I asked with a smile on my face, “wetting your wife’s lips,” as Swaroop said, and faked a laugh, my wife pinched his hand.  “Ouch..!” as Swaroop exclaimed, “Janaki, be nice to him,” I exclaimed.  “This Swaroop is kissing my lips too much, Ram,” my wife exclaimed, playfully putting the blame on him, at the same time clearly realizing that I was okay with them kissing each other.


That’s when Mr. Swaminathan entered inside, “Swaroop what are you doing here instead of watching the Boys play?” as the old man exclaimed, “Sorry, Sir,” he said and began going to the ground.  As the old man went along with him, my wife and I followed them and went to watch the match.  


My son played well and his side won the match and he won the man of the match, making his coach Swaroop proud and me and my wife proud.  While leaving, at the parking lot, as my son was placing his Hockey gears in the car trunk, Swaroop tried to kiss my wife’s lips, and that’s when I took Swaroop away from my wife, and even my wife followed to see what happened.  “Swaroop, don’t kiss my wife in front of my son,” I whispered.  Though I was telling him politely, he got offended.  “Enjoy kissing my wife’s lips all you want, but not in front of my sons,” as I whispered, in an apologetic tone as he got offended, he looked at my wife, “sorry for kissing you, Janaki,” he said and began leaving the place.  “Swaroop, Stop..!!” my wife exclaimed and began running after him totally ignoring me and my son.  “Ravi, wait in the car I will be right back,” as I said to my son and went quickly towards the office room to check on them.  As I peeped through the almost closed door gap   “Swaroop…. Please … I am sorry…. Swaroop,” my wife followed him inside the office room and turned him around, and held his face, “I am sorry, Swaroop,” my wife exclaimed.  To calm him down, as he tried to kiss his lips, “no, Janaki, it's okay.  No more kissing, your husband insulted me, as if I was a pervert,” as he said and tried to move away from my wife, “Swaroop, did I tell you not to kiss me?  Please don’t be angry at me,” my wife exclaimed.  “I am not angry, Janaki, I am hurt,” as he said and went towards the other side of the table, “hurt? By me? No right?” my wife exclaimed.  “Enough, Janaki, please leave,” he exclaimed.  “Swaroop, if you really want to be your friend come to me here,” as my wife said, “I really want to be your friend, and I will come to you there, but I won’t kiss your lips,” Swaroop exclaimed.  “If you don’t kiss my lips, I am never gonna talk to you again,” as my wife said in an emotional tone, “are you sure?”, as he asked, “very sure,” as my wife said, he smiled at my wife and went around the table and came to my wife.  “I love you, Janaki,” as he whispered, “I know,” my wife whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and began kissing his lips.  As Swaroop began kissing my wife’s lips back, he began placing his hands over my wife’s ass over her Yellow Leggings and began feeling her ass up nicely.  Though my wife was moving her ass cheeks uncomfortably, as he was squeezing my wife’s ass cheeks really hard, she let him enjoy feeling up her ass all he wanted, as he was “hurt” moments ago.