I had married Carole two years before that, back before I even knew Vince. His wife Ronnie and my Carole hit it off great when we first got together s...cially; they became about as close as Vince and me. Maybe closer.They were both great wives and sweethearts and much too good-looking for two ordinary plugs like me and Vince. On that, Vince and I agreed.Carole was a slender honey blond; Ronnie had jet-black hair, and they were both well-put together foxy ladies, indeed. In heels, Carole came up. I stood up, wore my slippers and robe over my one piece night dress. I came out and attended the door. It was my company’s delivery boy who handed over the package through the grill gate slit after I signed for it. I gave a smile and sent him off. I closed the door and took off the robe before sitting on the couch. I opened the cover and looked over the documents, it had the Xerox of the chit, coupons for parlor, shopping, taxi and some more docs.It was 11.00 AM already and I planned my day to. ..turning around...I can feel her eyes on my butt as I walk away...I think I'll get another bottle of vine...Damn, I like this fullness in my pants while walking...Oh there's my friend Mat, "Hey dude, are we still on for tomorrow"...chit-chat...we were kinda in the middle of the aisle, and at some point, I felt that sweet unforgettable touch of boobs on my back and gentle "Excuse me..." while she were squeezing behind me and stand...she already passed when she said "Excuse me..."....mmm, that. “So, what's on the box then?” I asked. “Huh?” “The telly, Friday night's usually pretty good, what about the...” Before I could say anything else, he had planted his lips on mine. I closed my eyes and just went with it. Holy shit, I was frozen to the spot. After about a minute we finally broke free and drew breath. “Fuck...” I said. “And there was me, I had you right up there, with Saint Peter.” “You were asking for that,” he said, holding my gaze. “How do you figure that out then?” I asked..