We used to meet each other talk to each other so it became a friendly relationship. But I wanted to come out of that friend zone. So I made another pl...n.One night we were chatting(her husband was out for a business trip) so after normal chat she said she’s going to sleep. I asked her to wait and she said she even she’s not sleepy.We chatted for a while and then she said she is bored. To heat up the conversation I gave an idea which turned out to be a key point. I said let’s play truth n dare.. He loved to see the other members or where ever they happened to be, ogling her, knowing they wanted her, to bed her and fuck her. But he was also very secure in the knowledge that she was his, she would never even contemplate another man. 'Why should she,' he would say to himself, 'why, when she's got me?'It was that very posturing position that led her into the arms of her lover, a man who he knew fairly well, and had even over the years played golf many times with. It was the embarrassment,. His youngest had recently gotten three cats which kept him up all night. I stared out the window and tried to drown out his mundane stories with not much luck. I still couldn’t tell where we were, but I was sure we were getting somewhat close to my house. “Where’re you from love?” he asked me. “You don’t sound like you’re from around ‘ere.”I hated that question, it was a common one. Not surprising though, I was born in America and even though I had lived in London since I was five, I had never. ‘Now that’s more like it,’ Victor said as he held up a lace-covered red basque. ‘You’d been holding out on us. How come I’ve never seen you in anything like this?’ ‘iveneverwornitbefore,’ I mumbled. ‘What was that?’ ‘I have never worn it before,’ I said, averting my eyes and blushing as scarlet as the lingerie. It had been a gift, a little joke from Emily last year when we took a trip together. We’d laughed and giggled about it, but I chickened out when she suggested I try it on and take some.