”I shook my head. And I had expected the world to right itself. “How do you know you can trust me?”She looked me in the eye and said, “Includi...g you and me, how many people do you think know about what happened on the patio at the wedding? Besides Jake, that is. He doesn’t count.”I thought for a second. “Four. Me, you, Grace and Emily.”Without taking her eyes from mine she said, “Two.”“Two? But what about—”“The biggest gossip in school? What do you think I am? Stupid? Don’t get me wrong, I love. That cock of yours had grown so big and there seemed a certain irony in leading you by it into the bedroom. I don't know what you thought was going to happen, but I doubt painting your toenails and fingernails would have come high on your list. Funny though, I expected you to resist when I stuck those false nails on your hands (by the way it's best if you let them grow out rather than trying to pull them off) but you actually spread your fingers while I worked on them, why? And don't, whatever. Handling money wisely was not, he decided, one of their many virtues. No matter. People who could throw such an amazingly and spectacularly successful party (impromptu at that) had no need of other talents. What those girls needed, he saw, was the fatherly guidance of a man. Besides, he also perceived that in gathering them to his protective and manly bosom he would be acquiring a ready-made harem, and he was thoroughly fed up with making love to the fat, middle-aged tourist ladies who were his. While starting out the night drinking Prosecco my wife had moved on to cheap cocktails which had made her rather more horny than usual. I was aware of this when we were having drinks round a table in a booth and after slipping her hand down the front of her sexy black jeans unnoticed, allowed me to taste how wet she was by running one of those fingers slowly along my lip. Instant erection! The next few hours we spent turning each other on, telling fantasies to each other – threesomes with.