I drove around for a while, never saw his car, and I really didn't even know where to look. She hadn't told me where she was going.Deborah and I marri...d in our mid-twenties, she was a virgin when we married. That was proved beyond a doubt on our wedding night. She was the mother of our four c***dren, all grown and out of the house now.I kept calling, but no answer. Her phone was probably turned off, I figured. I tried to watch some football to keep my mind off her. I finally fell asleep in my. I'm a cuckold husband and normally Im not allowed to be home when my wife entertained. At five foot four and one hundred pounds she is a real hot package. Her thirty four B tits are topped with three quarter in long hard nipples. She rarely wears a bra and most of the time panties either. She loves the attention she gets when she wears tight short outfits.When came home from work the day of my birthday I was greeted by my wife wearing a very short white cotton skirt and a light pink cotton tank. He held my palms and guided them to hold my lower lips while he scraped off the final hair strands off the edges.Then he started moving to the other side of it. I instantly adjusted to sit comfortably as I was sitting in the same position for a few minutes. As a result, my body jerked up, and my hands were resting on the floor for support. So his fingers just touched my inner lips briefly due to the jerk.I sat back immediately and put my palm back on my vulva as he retreated his fingers away. Nothing in the room was as dominant as the Sultana. She was of average height for women of the Sultanate. She was a sturdy specimen of womanhood, and was built like the Venus de Milo. She had gorgeously defined bosom that many a man lusted after, but would be put to sword for expressing any lust. She had raven hair that was thick and braided into one plait that fell down her back, all the way to her regal and very luscious buttocks. And she was a force to behold. Every man, woman, animal and.