My husband name is Mohsin. He is also a doctor and quite curious about his career. I maintained my figure quite well and was well satisfied with my hu...band. Our life was going quite good till this day. It was a planned incident with me. I will tell u in the end how i came to know about this plan. It all started like it was a usual evening and i was waiting for my husband to come. He came home and was looking quite depressed. I asked him watts the matter?? He said everything is fi9. We will have. It was glorious. A hand squeezed my tits roughly. A finger pressed down on my clit. It was as if lightning was striking in all those spots, and my loins exploded with pleasure. My whole body jerked, and I felt my bum filled with a long, hard thrust before both cocks pulsed inside me and spurted their cum into my body. I felt like flying. It was wonderful. All three of us trembled and jerked in the throes of our passion, prolonging each other’s climax, and it was like we were a single, orgasmic. She was a woman buying a cup of joe. I was also buying a cup and was planning to savor it before I crawled, like a hamster, into the exercise wheel of my job and started generating cash for my employer.We had just heard each other's voices and turned our heads to see the source of those first attractive tones. We appraised each other, just as curious people always do when someone attracts their attention. Our eyes met. The simple message that passed between us would brighten our day and inspire. “As I was saying, if she boarded an Omani dhow she is travelling far. To India, the East Indies, even as far as Cathay, who knows?”“I would lay odds the dhow is sailing to Pondicherry, a French enclave in India,” I said. “Eloise de La Zouche has contacts there. We must charter a vessel immediately and pursue her.”Thomas shook his head. “Suez does not have any deep sea craft. The dhows harboured here ply only between Egypt and Arabia. Although there maybe a few brave crews who might venture as.