"I trust you've been a good boy with Madame's silk? She will know if you've messed more than once- I hope you've been honest and made a good show for ...er." She ushered him out into the hall with the knickerbockers in hand."Kneel! You may kiss my feet now." He did as he were told and kissed the toes of the tightly buttoned boots of the dominant servant; He would willingly have served her in any way she chose. She left him, naked but for the shirt and collar, kneeling in the middle of the hall.. I cleaned the house, did the laundry, cooked the meals (and yes, I watched the soap operas) and in general did what good little house wives do. One day, about a month after Diane had gone to work full time, I was in the laundry room sorting the clothes and getting ready to wash them when I noticed the white crust on the crotch band of a pair of Diane's black lace panties. Until then I had managed to go through eight years of marriage without ever once being suspicious of Diane or harboring. My wife (Sandy) excused herself as she wanted to use the bathroom. I switched on the TV and set back awhile to watch some soapy on channel. When about 15 minutes passed I called out to Sandy and asked if she’s ok. She replied yes and why don’t I get ready so I can join her in the shower. I found that strange as I thought she was busy bathing, but when I asked her what she was doing so long without bathing, she replied she had to have a clean bowel movement. I immediately suspected that this is. Sure enough her bush was extremely hairy. The blackness of the hair color I'm sure amplified it, but the length was very long in any event. I gleefully went down on her and, having had some other females about as hairy as Anya, knew just how to part her hair to expose the fruit of her vulva. I don't know if it was the hair or her European heritage, but her vagina was extremely fragrant. Not foul in any way, but as soon as her legs spread and I parted her labia minora her whole room was.