By the time we boarded the plane for the return flight home, we were both worn out. Mit finally admitted her pussy and ass were sore and needed a rest... My ego wouldn’t let me admit that I too needed the rest. Over the next couple of months Mit and I acted like a pair of teenagers who had just discovered a new toy. Sex! I guess one of us was in character and just being herself. What’s that saying about a man nearing forty? One day in late July Mit came to me with another question. She seemed. Really it was, but it didn't happen that way. I got on my knees grabbing her jeans with those sexy lace panties and began sliding them off. Once I got one leg free I looked up and there was her bare pussy looking me in the face. She must of seen me looking cause grabbed my hair pulling me forward saying "Eat me, make me cum honey, I'm so fucking horny make me cum, please honey." I ask you if you were in my shoes and had had hundreds of wet dreams of this woman, wouldn't you of done the same. A few minutes later the doorbell rang and I went to open. I greet Andy with a hug as he said look how sexy you look. I smiled as I locked the door and first offered him something to drink. We each had a glass of juice as we chatted and once done I offered to show him around the house. We chatted as we walked through the house and as he allowed me to walk up the stairs in front of him he complimented my bum by saying it looks so firm and tight in those pants. I replied back to him as I slowed my. Now,” she informed me like I was a third world dictator facing a coup d’état.“I didn’t get to vote,” I protested.“That’s because it was an official vote of the wives’ council. We could tell that you were stressing out about how many wives you had so we all agreed that any future wives had to have a good reason to be considered and had to get a unanimous vote of all current wives to be accepted. Zafrina met those criteria and so has Sally.“What if I’m not ready?” I asked. Amanda raised her.