“Open the door, plaything. I want to fuck.”A couple of seconds later the intercom buzzed and the door opened and I went up to the first floor. The...door was ajar and when I pushed it open, she was stood in the lounge doorway, naked of course.I walked up to her and placed my fingers on her pussy lips. She was, indeed, soaking and there was a tell-tale drip or two on the laminate floor.“Sit on the sofa,” I told her and she backed away until her calves hit the edge of the leather and she sat. She came and stood next to me. Karan asked her to lie on the bed. She went and did the same. Karan told her that he is gonna unwrap the towel for massage… as my wife was holding the towel tight with both her hands. I knew my wife was feeling shy so I switched off all the lights and kept only the foyer light open to create a dim ambiance. I could then see my wife letting off the towel as Karan took it away.. Now I could see my wife lying on her stomach on bed with her red bra and panty. I could. This alone made the aspect of joining them worth while. Koma had been watching me closely the whole time I was thinking and he must have sensed I had made up my mind in the positive. He got up and embraced me saying; "Welcome, my brother, now let us walk and I will explain the rest to you as we go to the village. Your friend and the shaman will be waiting to fulfill the final steps."We walked while he talked, and to say I was shocked and amazed was an understatement. The knowledge he passed on. Not an if, I will explain it, but I made my mind up, not to do anymore. It wouldn’t be fair to my lover or dare I say Husband to have photo’s of me naked turning up.’ ‘Lover or Husband eh? Is it one of each or are they one and the same?’ I was laughing gently now, so that she would know that I was not being nasty. Ally grinned, accepting the Olive branch of humour. ‘One and the same, and his name will be Jack Hunter I want to be Mrs. Alicia Hunter, and God help if you ever call me anything but.