He asked me if I could do him a favour, he has a holiday home in the Lake District and the kitchen fitter had let him down would I be prepared to go d...wn and do it in works time for him and obviously just stay till the job was done.I jumped at the chance to get a nice wee job inside seeing as it was October and Scotland isn’t known for its sunny climate.Everything got delivered last week and it’s all in the garage he told me, plans for the new units are in the living room. I came off the phone. As I sat in the dark watching the neon sign flashing, "Vacancy," outside my window, I felt more tears running down my cheeks. One of these days, I told yours truly, I'm going to run out of those.A couple days later Anne told me my wife was on the phone. I missed her; I think it showed in my greeting."Hi, Jackie," I answered with an upbeat tone in my voice. "How are you?" Hi, Al; I'm doing about as well as I can without my husband at my side," she said. "I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have said. He wondered if she had got around to putting knickers on yet.Oliver grabbed a glass, sat down next to Melanie, and gave her a hug. They chatted about the events of the day.Oliver needed to tell her, how he felt.“I’ve wanted to say this for a while, Mel.”“What?”Oliver paused. Now wasn’t the right moment either. But it probably never would be. “I love you,” he blurted out.“I love you too, Olly.”“No, I really love you.”“Fuck!” Melanie was lost for words trying to process the information.She. I’ve always wondered just how many demure white expat wives have happily enjoyed being fucked by both men – I suspect dozens over the years.Emily’s ‘normal’ routine was to be driven to the international school to drop off our daughter in the morning, return home, have a shower, and then ask Yemi for sex. In the afternoons, and if she was in the mood for it, she’d invite Ade into bed for a session too. It was also agreed with both men that they could ask her for sex if they wanted to, so Emily.