"No. Not really. It's just that John..." she trailed off, and I knew she was deciding whether or not to confide in me. People do, for some reason. I g...uess I have an honest face."John wants to buy me a car. An expensive one," she said at last. She seemed genuinely upset."That bastard!" I exclaimed in my best tone of mock outrage.She smiled. I don't know why I hadn't noticed her smile before. It started up at her eyes (which I couldn't seem to stop staring at), and eventually lit up her entire. Our wives came back and went directly upstairs; we didn’t pay much attention and carried on talking sports.Fifteen minutes later they came into the kitchen wearing just stockings, heels, garter belts and half-cup bras and stood in front of us with their legs spread apart and hands on hips. Carol looked great; she was all in red, her large tits bulging out over the top of her bra and I saw a neat patch of dark brown hair above her pussy. Jean’s outfit was black contrasting her light skin; her. Nose slightly to the side, like they fit. sparks jumped between there lips, electric blue running up and down them and dissipating into there bodies as he leaned in. there lips met. the electricity turned to fire now. her top lip in-between his two, pressing, holding it there as her tung dances across his. and now throw her closed eyes she could see his hands on her back, she felt the sheet drop from her shoulders as her barley covered breasts pressed into his torso. the warmth of him was like. I did notice the older guy passing us and entering a wide stairwell leading down. It was poorly lit and seemed like no one used it anymore. So it was a thrill for me to even partake in this little sexual episode even if from a distant view. It had set my lust going wild and when I got back to work I whacked off in the men's room! While Mary went on home. Things returned to normal until the following week when Mary suggested meeting me again for lunch. Then the realization struck me about her.