You are beautiful, fun, sexy and the best girl I know”“What about Chloe?”“She’s on the way out…..something happened today that shouldn’t...have, and I think we’ll call it a day”“That’s a shame. She’s very pretty. I quite fancied her myself.” Finally a little smile on Vic’s face.“Do you fancy having a crack at it before I dump her?” I half joked.“No, I get the distinct impression she doesn’t like me. Have you ever told her what we’ve done together?”“No, just that you and me are very close. Anyway,. The outfit she wore left little to the imagination. The black jeans she wore hugged her hip well and she wore a white tank top that had SIN written in big black letters across her breasts, causing my mind to take a turn. I felt my heart speed up as I continued to check her out. ‘Lance…’ I heard from behind me, but I ignored it. ‘Lance,’ Devon said, again. ‘You’re staring.’ ‘I’m not,’ I said, snapping out of the spell I seemed to be under. ‘You were,’ he said. I sighed. ‘Okay. I was. Shut up. I loved the movies, the actresses were goddesses with their beautiful make-up and cultured coiffure, the long golden limbs and neatly manicured nails and toes I watched opened mouthed in admiration accompanied by my own obligatory little stiffy. Anyway I’d made it finally to my own living space, my own bijou, one bedroom apartment. There was no need to hide anymore, no sneaky visits to my sisters’ underwear drawer and make-up bag, no more squalid stolen minutes with part of me on the alert. " Jane laughed again. "Well, you're officially a cuckold husband." I was silent as I tried to process what Jane had revealed. "Your surely not lost for words." "Sorry, no, I was a little taken aback." Jane laughed. "So was I... in the back seat of his car!" I was trying to put words together in reply which wouldn't sound to anyone listening in that my wife had just been fucked by her boss. "Sorry, bad line, didn't quite get that." "Ah, you must have people close by. Give me a call back when.