” Nichole looked at my wife. “ I need to talk to you privately. Would you wait in the waiting room George?” “Sure” I replied, and exited the...exam room. About 15 minutes later, Nichole peeked her head out of the door into the waiting room and said she was ready for me. I followed her into the exam room and she closed the door and locked it. Ok, what was going on here? I wondered. That’s when I noticed my wife laying on the exam table, covered in a paper sheet, like the one I had. A single suitcase stood in the centre of the floor; Chris’ suitcase. The front door was open; he must be at the taxi getting another piece of baggage.I ran back into the bedroom and quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a T shirt then ran my fingers through my hair and, my heart thumping loud enough to wake the dead, went down the stairs as casually as I could manage to greet my husband as normally as I could.As my bare feet reached the wooden floor, Chris came through the front door, placed a. .. Her hands still on her boobs, squeezing and massaging her own chest, fingers moving to her nipples and pinching them gently. She doesn’t join in with the kiss ... Just lets him lick her face until she is overcome with laughter and rolls back away from him, turning away to buy a couple of seconds to breath ... Then talking again, “He’s got a lovely tongue ... It’s so hot ... I can’t wait to feel that on my pussy...” Looking around over her shoulder, very coquettish, “His big tongue on my. The door opened and she stood there, laughing with arms akimbo, Hollywood starlet style. It took me a few seconds to realise that she was wearing a different nurse’s uniform, dark blue with white trim. She had finally got her promotion to senior sister. ‘Hey!’ I said teasing her, ‘that is fantastic, great costume….really but really sexy, are we going to a fancy dress orgy?’ I swept her up in a bear hug, lifting her right off the ground and swinging her round, whilst she laughed and slapped at.