Tanya knew everything to be expected. They had done this many times before. It was her favourite fantasy and her husband was only too pleased to oblig... and satisfy her. Of course her fantasy was that it would be a stranger. A highly improbable one at that but she remained in hope. She secretly hoped that one day he might allow her to enjoy the fantasy for real. Of course it would mean him giving up sole rights of possession of her body to another man. Mark was not that kind of man though. Mark. ”I went back to my packing, but kept talking to her as I filled the large suitcase. “I’ll move all my stuff out of here over the next few days,” I promised. “I’ll probably ask Sissy and Marty to help and maybe Otto. He’s a friend of mine from the gym. For tonight, I’ll sleep in the guest room. I guess I’ll cancel the SUV test-drive tomorrow. Doesn’t make sense for you to buy the outgoing husband a present.”She was starting to cry as I talked. “Please, John! Don’t do this!” she pleaded.I looked. She wore a midnight silk gown designed by her servant, Samira. Venice was notorious across Europe and the Ottoman for its outrageous costume balls, populated by women who wore the most daring and even scandalous of gowns. But no one had ever seen anything like this. There was no highly structured bodice, just embroidered silk that clung to Jutta’s body. Her full firm chest and narrow waist was presented as it was. There was no corset forcing her waist to narrow and her breasts to push up. Di was calm for a while and running her fingers in my hair. She asked whispering, “Kishore, yesterday you knew it was me. Isn’t it?”I kept quiet for a while and slowly answered. “Initially I didn’t know Di, but when I sucked the boob, I knew”, I said. After a while, I asked her: “Di! How did you get there? You were mumbling jiju’s name, why didn’t he turn up?”Didi gave a mischievous smile at me. “Tell na, Di..” I pleaded.“From the time I heard about your fucking, your size and your stiffness, I.