“We should have done this years ago,” Kerry said, her head nestled into my shoulder. We were laying on the sofa in the lounge room. “Yes, but d...id we dare?“ I reflected on her statement from the previous evening, “And since when did you start fantasizing about such things?” I asked. Kerry thought about it for a moment. “Remember that apartment we shared after selling the old house?” she asked. I nodded. “Well you were never too good at closing the door to your room.” “Ah, well it would never. ”“Thanks. I better get back to my table before my wine becomes warm.”All through lunch, she caught him looking at her when his wife wasn't looking. Erica didn’t mind it; it had happened before, but not often. Plus, the guy was kind of cute. Not that she would fuck him, she wasn’t a homewrecker . She preferred single men that could get away whenever she felt like it.The following morning she was back on the beach, this time in a red thong. Erica heard footsteps and when she looked up from the. After four interminable hours at the mall, I was hungry, cranky, and loaded down with boxes of clothes for both me and the girls, including a new pair of slacks, a sport coat, and my shoes. The jacket was a deep maroon and was actually a pretty good match for the SCU school color. The shirt, tie, slacks, underwear, and socks were all chosen to match “the ensemble,” as Rose kept referring to it. I even picked up a new pair of black loafers to go with the gray slacks.Back home, I fixed a sandwich. 'Thankheavens' thought Larry, no more commuting with the great unwashed.After 2 days and interminable Skype, Zoom and Teams conferences the shinewas beginning to wear off. His partner Alison was still going to work,'essential government staff' apparently, so he was on his own duringworking hours.It was then he had a thought. 'We are on video but no one can see belowthe desk, how about getting a little more comfortable?' So next day heraided his secret stash and found some black opaque tights,.