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I waited for my wife to come back. When she came in, she looked exhausted. I kissed her temples and led her to the table. I gave her an apple, but she said, "I want strawberries, sugar, and salt." I gave her what she wanted; she mixed the sugar and salt and dipped the strawberry. She moaned in pleasure as it tasted good to her. I winced when I imagined the taste. I looked at her lips, and her moans were pleasant to my ears. "I love it when you say what you want when it comes to food, but I love your moans more." I winked at her. Lance called us to gather at the common dining table for dinner. Lance and Mitch talked about China and its territorial and maritime conflicts in the South China Sea. My wife turned to Daniel and asked him in a low voice about Sophie as she was sitting between me