“At her behest. Excuse me. My nurse must have ... forgotten to cover me up a bit,” I blushed a little in spite of my usual jaded self.“That was ...urprisingly less cynical of you, bro. You’re the guy who hates Hallmark movies, after all. I’m starting to worry about you ... or are you just smitten with that one? She seems pretty scatterbrained for a nurse if she forgets something as basic as covering you back up. She’s also quite beautiful, though, so there’s that.“But you’re a married man, at. Fir hum ek dusre se apni sari personal bate bhi share karne lage aur ese hi hum ek dusre ke karib aa gaye ek dam close friend’s type…Fir humne numbers exchange kiya aur call pe bate hone lagi ghanto bhar tak bate karte rehte hum usne ek din muje bataya ki mera hubby ke pas mere liye hi nahi hai muje pyaar hi nahi karta mere liye kabhi time nahi nikalta muje laga aaj loha garam hai hathoda maar hi deta hu mene bola me hu na tumhare liye wo sharma gayi aur hasne lagi mene bol sachi bol raha hu I. “I don’t believe this shit,” I looked again, but I’d read it right, I’d been made redundant.Without speaking I handed it to Wendy my wife. “Oh for God’s sake,” she raged, “The bastards, the absolute bloody bastards.”“Everyone’s out,” I said, “They’ve shut the bloody place down.”“The house,” she gasped, “We’ll lose the house.”“Oh fuck.” I poured myself out a drink and took it into the rear garden to think about it.I was fifty-five while the lovely Wendy was just thirty, we had what we both. The dress was long but fitted. It clung to my curves rather deliciously if I must say so myself. It fit a little snuggly over my full, firm C-cup tits, but just right along my small waist and it hugged my hips like a second skin. There was a slit up the side that showed off my long, tanned legs. The color brought out the blue of my eyes. My hair hung halfway down my back. I hadnt noticed him till I heard him say, "You'll have to wear your hair up if you want to show off your lovely back. That.