His voice was so deep that it belied his age. That deepness went rightthrough me and shook me to the core. I would have wet myself had I beenborn wi...h functioning boy bits. But I took that voice home with me and Idreamt of him in 'our' bed, naked and warm. I dreamt of curling up andnuzzling the center of his masculinity.I dreamt of nursing on it with my eyes closed and my hands cupping hisgnads. I dreamt of spreading my legs over my shoulders and taking himinto me; capturing him and all. .."what the fuck do you think you're doing!" i heard a voice say.It was Sarah, and she was standing by the door. "oh shit, i...i...i just wanted to smell you Sarah.." i sheepishly said, hoping that she might accept my desire."so you thought you'd have a sniff of my dirty panties did you? you filthy fucker! I should go downstairs right now and tell them what i've caught you doing, but...." and then she paused."but what?" I replied. And then she closed the door."But, it fucking turns me on you. So, if you’ve actually taken the step into the world of Hotwifing, you’re going to have to learn how to properly tease your man into believing that, just maybe, your Bull was better than him in some ways. Whenever you think “But I’m only doing it for him”, follow that us with “I’m doing it for him and he WANTS to know that I absolutely enjoyed it”. Find some aspect of your encounter that was mind-blowing, and recount, in great detail exactly what it was that sent you over the edge. This may. It is right for me to ask.There was a warning chime, and shortly thereafter an audible change in the pitch of the engines as the pilots began to cut power. Our supersonic bow wave quickly began to brake the plane. Our return to Earth and Qataban had begun.One hour later... Dodi let out a frightened shriek of dismay. I had just introduced her to my prone wives who were kneeling before me at my Qataban home. Seeing the shields raised and the woman next to me as their new sister-wife, three of.