As I pass them on the sofa I hear her let out a little gasp as my husband slips his long fingers inside her no-doubt dripping cleft. I am almost to th... door when he calls out to me. Not my name, just 'hey', like he owns me. Like I want him to own me. I turn. She's leaning into him. His hand is on her, his fingers inside her. The skirts of her dress have ridden up and I can see her lacy black thong. My husband has slipped it to one side to expose her clit and bare lips. His thumb caressing her. No one even looked up from the TV as I left the living room. A smile appeared on my face as my bare feet met the hallway wood floor. As I strolled down the hall towards the stairs, my head aimed up to see the short hall upstairs. My feet met the stairs, I began climbing them and then I saw her. "Oh, you are stunning, in every sense of the word," I moaned, ogling her. She was walking down the hall away the from stairs and her beauty was undeniable, as she wore nothing, but a matching silk pink. I will probably make it a series. I need to give a lot of contexts, which is why I am writing all the details as you need to know to make sense later on as you read my stories.Well as you all you know, I was staying in south Bangalore but before that, I have stayed in quite a few places and currently, I am in London. Luckily my project needed someone to be onsite and I came with my wife here but in just six months lockdown was declared everywhere.The story I am going to write is about when I. Regards, Alan.THE ACTIONSFred, feeling betrayed and insulted, grabbed his gun (he is an American!) rushed next door and shot his neighbor dead. He returned home, poured himself a stiff drink and sat down on the sofa to reflect.Then he took out his phone and saw he had a second message from his neighbor:SECOND MESSAGEHi Fred, Alan here again. Sorry about the typo on my last text. I guess you figured it out anyway - the damned Auto-Correct changed ‘wi-fi’ to ‘wife.’ Technology, hey?Regards,.