Aiesha asked the eunuch Jeffery’s question. ‘The eunuch says this is the garden of the Harem. Your room is reserved for special guests. The Emir ...has commanded it.’ Jeffery finished his stroll. The Emir’s housekeepers had been busy during their stroll, fluffing the comforters and pillows. Jeffery found a silky waistcloth laid out. Aiesha showed him how to wrap and fasten it about his waist. He settled into the bed with his briefcase open, reviewing documents and reports. There was a knock on. As the song played on the music seemed to relax her, but they both were checking to see my reaction I guess. So I got up and went to the mens room, but actually walked around the corner and spied on them. After a few moments my wife rested her head on Jim's shoulder and he kissed her neck as they danced in each others arms. Just as the song ended I saw Jim's right hand slide down to feel my wife's ass while his left hand slipped up to her breast. My wife much to my surprise gave him a french. The blonde would look superb on video, that was for sure. Lauren opened her mouth to speak. Words wouldn’t come out. What could she say? She had been a cocktease. Deliberately so. It had always worked with other men. That’s how she usually got what she wanted. Now it had got her Vegas. But there was a price to pay. Her eyes went back to the Greek. He was nodding, strutting towards her. As he walked, his chunky fingers went to his crisp white shirt. Pulling the ends from his trousers, he began. I imagined the doorbell ringing and answering the doorto find two hunks who said they had been hired by Johnto work on a plumbing problem at our house. Needless tosay, before long my fantasy men were working on myplumbing with their favorite tools. Unfortunately, my fantasies remained just that, with theafternoon passing uneventfully (yes, there are some dayswhen I don’t get fucked by one of John’s friends). As aresult, by the time John got home, I was uncontrollablyhorny. When he.