Jennifer believed he was upstairs resting until one evening she met him as he was walking back from the shed and sniffed loudly. ‘What have you been... up to this time Peter? You smell like a diesel engine. Where have you been? You told me you were resting.’ With hands on hips, she barred his way demanding answers. ‘Don’t touch me with those greasy hands. Go and get cleaned up then tell me what you have been doing.’ Over the evening meal, Jennifer resumed her questioning and Peter had to beg. After a month or so my wife went to Delhi for 2 weeks and on one of the Fridays I was chatting with her and then I told her about my wife’s business travel and her I was getting bored and I wanted to go to Coorg for the weekend and asked if she wanted to join me…initially she refused it and even I didn’t force her…so started the car and immediately got a message from her saying she will join as well. I was happy and picked her up on the way and I drove to Coorg and I had already booked a room. She started kissing Sue in earnest, her mouth working on my wife’s lips just as they’d have done if Jenny were kissing a male lover. Jenny’s kiss was no longer light and exploratory. It was hungry and making clear that her friend wanted way more than a kiss.I held my breath and grabbed the doorframe for support as I saw Jenny’s tongue start to thrust in and out of Sue’s mouth. Jenny’s hands continued to urgently work my wife’s nipples and stroke her sensitive neck to help overcome any last. ”"Oh, that’s nice for you both!”Em and I exchanged telephone numbers and otherwise got reacquainted, nattering happily when I noticed Brian’s expression had changed. He blinked in disbelief or fascination, staring over my right shoulder. In an instant I knew what he was looking at; drying on my washing umbrella among the dishtowels and hankies were a brassiere and knickers. A very special matching set in pale lavender gingham and delicate white lace. In a kind of shock, we both looked at each.