But, you’re supposed to come to dinner tomorrow. If you want to, that is.”“Sure! I’d love to! Your wives are totally awesome! Maybe we could e...ven use the sauna.”“Just come for dinner and we’ll take it from there, OK?”“Sure! Absolutely! Is there anything else I can do for you?”“What you’re doing right now is perfect. Just you lying there on top of me is comforting and soothing.”“Do you want to take a bubble bath?” she asked.I nodded and kissed her, and we did just that. We made love once more. If her emotions did not bring the two new girls, her heals striking the lower cupboard doors did. They came as fast as they could, wrapped in their blankets. Kitten, and now Susan with a very small bundle in her arms, followed. I made a production out of taking my finger out of her and licking it. Now let the others see that she was accepted with no bias."You pass the test, are you ready to feed 'my' children."Chris caught my words and what Kitten had said this morning. I washed her breast as. I always use to come across to her while making food in the kitchen or sometimes living for my work or coming back to my room. Once I was preparing my food in the kitchen I saw her also coming into the kitchen as even she wanted to cook food for herself. I was busy in my cooking suddenly I heard her calling me & asking for my help to get some stuff from the top as I have good height. I helped her & she thanked me & asked my name & whether I was new in Kuwait.So luckily our conversation started. Nonetheless, until I found out whether Janet was the woman they were talking about the situation was going to get my “A” game. I knew that I needed a plan.First, I had to play things like our relationship was nothing but puffy clouds, rainbows and unicorn shit. If Janet thought I suspected her, it would drive her underground. And she is smart enough to bury evidence of any alleged extra-marital shenanigans. So I had to be cool.I also understood that I was suffering from the “hot wife” syndrome..