It's not your fault if someone guesses or figures it out. He just doesn't want you telling someone that doesn't need to know. Like Sammi!" She giggled.... "Poor Sammi! She doesn't want any of this." How long have you known?" I asked. I wasn't sure what I was asking, but I just wanted to see what would come out."Since the second week we had him. He doesn't hide his thoughts in his mind as well as he thinks he does. At least not from me. Do what he says. Don't tell anyone. He wouldn't even think of. We barely had our private parts covered when the door slightly opened and the maid we saw with Manoj peeped in and said, saab , kachra Lena hai. She just smirked at our obvious condition and went out again. Now my shameless wife, got up, just covered her boobs with one hand, and put on my shorts, and handed the garbage to the lady outside. She had the smirk still on her face and my wife came at me again without locking the door. We did it with full noise knowing that the maid was still outside.. I walked upstairs and continued to think about lying to my wife, but was it really lying. I did spend the entire night in the office and I did have good results in the deposition. I just left out the part of fucking around on her. I walk into our master bedroom and there is an interesting smell. A smell I can't quite recognize…. Then it hit me it was another man's cologne “ALEXIS!! WHY THE FUCK DOES OUR ROOM SMELL LIKE ANOTHER MAN.” I hear crashing in the kitchen like a plate hitting the floor. She originally wanted me to dress up and meet her in a coffee shop in two hours. I told her that while I am beautiful, I don’t push my luck by doing a lot in public areas that aren’t of more an adult oriented nature. I suggested we meet in my favorite motel, after all, the room fee would be paid for by a quick blowjob with the understanding manager, and her fee was going to cost a small fortune. Mistress G was not interested in the Motel. She “a final option,” saying she would meet me.