So I take the shelter of one tree as its raining much more that day. I saw at some distance one nissan car got some problem. The driver was trying to ...tart the car but it wasn’t start properly.As this was a highway the traffic crawling as the ladys car failed at centre of road. The driver came to me requesting whether I can help him to move the car roadside. I agreed and with some efforts we take the car roadside . He thanked me. I saw one beautiful lady in forties had been sited at back. She. ‘Who are these other lovers?’ he asked. ‘I do not know.’ ‘No, you do. I hear it in your voice. You know.’ He squeezed her hands. ‘Tell me.’ ‘I believe one is… Lord Cuthburt himself. I believe he left the necklace.’ ‘Damn him! Damn them both! Have I not pledged to give her the best life that I could? Have I not saved up my wages for more than a year? Have I not loved her as much as any man could love a woman? She thanks me by rutting behind my back, and with a fat old man who could be her. ”“I guess so, I just never thought of it as my place, it’s always been yours.”“Do you remember all of the papers we signed on our wedding day, along with the official Government ‘fucking license’, there was the title transfer document, putting the house in both of our names?”“I do remember that. I didn’t see one that was called a ‘fucking license’, but I do remember signing the title transfer.”“Well, technically the other one was called a ‘marriage license’, but the effect is the same, it means. The women felt awkward at first with their sexual conversations with the other’s spouse, but both men were able to convince the wives they were ok with it, and actually liked the thrill of knowing their wives were being turned on by another man. As the year past and as the conversations became more frequent, the women became comfortable with the other husband and wife. Soon the wives were sharing secrets among themselves, and although they had never met they were becoming quite close. With.