I figured it was an accident, except that it happened again. I looked at Heather, but she was looking at the tube. Then it happened once more, only th...e hand kind of rubbed my cock. Again, Heather was looking somewhere else. She didn’t say a word and she didn’t look at me.There were so many things I didn’t know then, one of them being how much pleasure the touch of another could bring. All I could think about was rub and stroke and come, really. My idea of foreplay, if I had any idea at all, was. I reach gust house in Mumabi at 7.30 pm. I called my wife’s phone it was ringing but she was not picking. I was not sure that if she was in house or gone to the hotel where Prem and Bantu planned to invite her to have fun. I was tired just took my dinner and gone in a long nap.I woke again it was 12.30 night. I thought if my wife has gone to them by this time she must be fucked then many time. How she will be now still nude with them or still they will be torturing her because these guys have. He undressed me and helped me into the tub. He knelt on the side and washed me. The hot water felt good. Then he helped me out and dried me. I couldn't stand up for very long, the room was spinning. It all went blank, he picked me up and placed me on the bed.I slept for almost 2 days straight after that, then felt well enough to get out of bed. I guess Rick had been taking care of things while I was out of commission. But I felt all better now. But things had somehow changed. Rick acted funny. She would touch me between the legs and found that I had sticky fluid too and she would rub me to get me to make more. [Now I know where my wet dreams originated also.] She told us that one time she tasted her fingers with the sticky liquids on them and she really liked the taste, both of ours, though they tasted different. Anyway, when we finally made her sleep alone, one night when a storm woke her, she got out of bed and started to our room. As she neared our door, it was not shut.