I was coming alive and took another breath, gyrating against his vibrating hand…the thing was stroking me, vibrating me, sending me somewhere. “O...h God!” I exclaimed. “It feels so good…so better than good.” Now I was panting, and shaking and gasping for breath. Tears were wetting his neck as I held on and gripped him and released my body to him…”Ohhhh…unhhh,” I oozed and almost screamed out and pressed my lips on his neck, licking my own tears…coming and coming. Finally: “OK…OK…please…I. Humari bedsheet kuch maily thi so unko badalnay kai liyai bol gaya.jab woh bedsheet badal rahi thi to unkai haath mai woh sexy book aa gayi or woh unhay dyan sai parnay lagi.mai acchanak uppar sai aagaya or unho nai jat sai takiai kai nichay chupa di,Mainay yai sab dekh liya or kuch nahi bola or chup chap dusaray room mai chala gaya or T.V lagga kar deknay laga.Unho nai phir books nikali or parnai lagi,Jab woh books par rahi thi tab unho nai khali nighty hi pahin rakhi thi nichay kuch nahi tha. I crawled out of bed and see it was gone 10am which was definitely late for me but with nothing planned it didn’t matter and slipped on my tatty old boxers to go make some coffee, the house was eerily quiet so I put the radio on in the kitchen while the coffee was brewing and out the corner of my eye I saw this woman outside by the front gate who was either lost or not sure who she was looking for, I stood and watched.Now my front garden isn’t excessively big so if she looked my way she would. “Don’t worry ... he knows and he doesn’t mind! They certainly don’t mind, either, getting to fuck their Queen. They do each other as well. I’ve lost count of how many times my lord husband has invited me to the marriage bed, only to have his boys join us. Instead of complaining, as some wives might do, I encourage him. Your father had his women and I encouraged that as well. I know the deal with husbands. You don’t fight or resent or oppose or nag about their lovers. You simply join them in.