All I knew for sure at that point was the calls resulted in my wife running off at all hours of the night or day, after work, even on the weekends, an... staying late sometimes. Sometimes she didn’t get home until the wee hours of the morning. Then she’d come home utterly exhausted, but still smelling fresh and clean like a damn soap commercial. Of course, I knew she had a completely private suite with bathroom and shower in her executive’s office suite it was a perk of her job I knew. I had even. She wasn't playing with herself. She was simply speculating on the maximum breadth of prick that her cunt could contain.But in the process she was accidentally rubbing her throbbing clit with the heel of her hand and the horny girl began to tremble. She watched her pussy slot fill up with another wash of cunt juice. She was wondering if she should give herself a hand-job. She did that sometimes, when her husband was not home to fuck her. It wasn't as good as cock or tongue, certainly, but it. I miss a man's attentions and I will be your woman in every other sense; I can be very hot in bed, I'm told. What we do about Susan can be decided later, but I won't let her become a slave to be sold to the highest bidder." Yes, you may come to me tonight," agreed the Emir, "Tell the Chief Eunuch that I have said that he is to prepare you only as far as you wish and that there is no need to instruct you on protocol. Now, unfortunately, work calls for a couple of hours. See you later."She was. They're relationship was on the rocks, and the handsome but pervy husband had convinced his top-shelf trophy wife that a weekend of wild and uninhibited sex was the called for preion.Next thing Heather knew, she was watching their only child for the next 2 days dressed in a miniskirt and tube tope, while they rented a hotel room and waltzed off to fuck like wild monkeys in heat.Throwing Brandon, the husband, winks and flirty looks as she haggled her fee ($200 a night and a bonus if they had to.