He would not have been a healthy, fertile African male otherwise! So, in spite of the fact that he had, in a sense, 'cheated' on his two wives---with ...hem in Zambia, and he in Kenya at that time working as a farm laborer---they'd never, in a million years suspect it.He thought back to the very first time he had met with Mara and Tomas, and how nervous he'd felt, on the one hand, but how incredibly excited he felt on the other; and seeing Mara in the flesh for the first time, she'd been even. And to have the very best one (in my own not so humble opinion, I freely admit) made in her model year, only made it better. The envious glances I was getting from co-workers didn't hurt either, although anyone shallow enough be impressed by the car I drive doesn't interest me otherwise.I savored the building anticipation of the drive home, knowing that this enforced waiting only made the eventual satisfaction even sweeter. And it did!But once I was home the house seemed a cold and empty place,. I can’t be sure what I mean by that and I’m pretty sure he hasn’t thought about what that might mean, maybe never. Either way, he pauses, looks at me and waits. I get off the bed and follow him. We don’t have far to walk but he’s still in his wife’s thong. I’m not really into men’s arses to look at, but interestingly, the disappearance of the thong between his cheeks does look good. I’m still wearing my birthday suit.We get to the bathroom where there’s the toilet, a basin and the bath with. I wanted something much bigger than the three-bite jumbo shrimp in my mouth. I knew my husband didn’t have all afternoon free so I was thinking that I had to get this party started if my craving was going to be satisfied. While my husband is the dominant one, I thought I would have to be the aggressor today. It doesn’t take much to get our motors revved up. I excused myself to go wash up in the bathroom down the hall. While I was in there, I was planning my move… LOL. I placed a couple fingers.