. and baat nahi ho saki, aur sab waha se chale gaeAgle din 4pm k karib whatsapp pe ek msg aya… Dp dekha toh wahi bhabhi thi… Mai khush hogaya… a...nd humari chat shuru hogayi.Pata chala unke hubby dubai me rehte hai… and woh apne budhi sasuma k sath rehti hai.Aste aste humari der raat tak chats shuru hui… Fir sex chats. Baato baato me pata chala woh sex k lie bahut desperate hai.Ek din usne mujhe kaha ki mera ghar aao milne.Jab mai gaya uske ghar, toh unke ghar pe koi nhi tha aur woh black nighty. Verstijft en opgewonden tegelijk. Onze lippen vuurrood. Onze ademhaling stokt. “Doe je kleren alvast uit. Kleren zijn alleen maar inpak en dus overbodig, wij willen alleen maar jullie lijf. Pas op, en terwijl streelt hij door je haar, hou wel je hakken aan, het gaat bruikbaar zijn!” Daar staan we. Amper beseffend wat ons overkomt en tegelijk pompt het bloed door ons lijf als nooit tevoren. De adrenaline giert. We kijken elkaar aan. En met een mysterieuze glimlach op ons gezicht en ogen die. “I live on his way to work and so he gives me a lift there and back. About once a week I invite him in for a cup of tea. Now and then we meet clients in the evening, usually at their hotel or home. We are friends and only friends. Every week we play bridge, the four of us. Those are the houses where we went.”“You expect me to believe that?”“No. I think you’ve made your mind up, but you know what the topic of conversation was usually? Penny! He went on and on about her, what she was doing, how. There must have been two rules in her decorating: 1) use a shit-ton of pillows, and 2) no two pillows could look alike or match anything else in the house. Her wardrobe also changed completely. She seemed to wear a cross between Altar’d States and 1970’s Haight Ashbury, with a healthy dose of Lululemon tossed in for good measure. The house stank of a variety of incense, candles, and potpourri all day long. Strange crystals appeared all over the house, even in our Brita water pitcher. Why the.