But then I paused for a moment, skeptical, even though my hunt for the ever elusive and secretive married Indian wife had finally come to an end, I st...ll had my doubts. You can never be too sure.She said she was interested in my services and that I had to be discreet (which I always am). She gave me her number to text, which was surprising as well, it’s not every day a married Indian lady gives you her number without you asking, maybe she was in heat (little did I know) but all my doubts were. With a final hard pinch and a dig from my talon-like nails I released her, and she sagged against me. She may have thought it over, but I had other things in mind. I pushed her off my lap and she fell to the floor at my feet a look of bewilderment on her face. I slid my ass forward on the chair and spread my legs.“Time to say thank you,” I told her leaving no uncertainty. My skirt had risen up and my black thong must have been right in her line of sight. She glanced up at my face before looking. I could feel myself hardening as was her dug, but my mind urged me to caution and to rest.She licked my nipples, wriggled down my body and took the length of my root between her lush breasts, holding them together to form a sweat-slick tunnel for me to move within. It was hardly what I wanted, but it was an interesting feeling, surging up under her chin time after time while she chuckled and wiggled.Then she scooted still further down my frame, held my hairy legs and took the swollen head of my. I instructed Mandy to come to my bed at ten o’clock and told her not to be late.When the kids had gone my wife and I talked. First I asked my wife to give Mandy an enema, a douche, and to have her take a shower before getting into bed on my side. I wanted to be in the middle of my two girls. Then we discussed our Family Whore. My wife thought that Mandy was doing very well. She would definitely enjoy sex with a future husband and the boys would also learn to become better lovers.My wife was.