Chapter 1

Paul was a friend, this must be clearly understood if any sense is to be made of the tale I am about to relate.

I had known Paul since the mid nineties; when as a male nurse who was assigned to look after me during my initial diagnosis and treatments for a heart condition during my hospital stay. It was fair to say we seemed to click straight away both seeming to have the same weird sense of humour.

At that time I also met a young female nurse called Suzy; who being at the very beginning of her career could not have got off to a worse start than she did her very first day. It was also rather dramatic for me in a sort of scary way.

I was in the middle bed of three in a bay of six beds and when the window side bed beside mine became vacant I asked if I could be moved over as it afforded me more fresh air than the other bed. With little fuss Paul agreed and asked Suzy to transfer me and my belongings over.

Two hours after my move the next patient came into the bay and was allocated the bed position I had vacated. Everything seemed fine until about an hour later; when the man asked if he could use a commode. Suzy drew the curtains around his bed and fetched the portable toilet; sitting him on it she only turned her back for a second when he had a heart attack and passed away; he never even made a sound or even moved. Suddenly the blue bay light was flashing and all hell broke loose but to no avail.

I made a rather weak and probably rude joke about if I had not moved beds that could have been me, but poor Suzy had just lost her first real patient she had been assigned to look after. I mention Suzy only as it become self evident as to why later.

Later I was discharged home and having become a good friend of Paul's, my wife Karen invited him over for a main by way of saying thank you. I remember thinking what had Paul done that was so terrible to warrant such punishment.

Anyway on the day he was to arrive; Karen had gone out to do some last minute shopping and had actually met up with Paul and his new girlfriend. I meanwhile had been pottering around in my bedroom when I suddenly passed out and only came too after Paul and Suzy (his new girlfriend) were attending me and I must confess to coming too and seeing a really beautiful sight. I was looking straight at a nice wet open shaved cunt from my position on the bedroom floor. Suzy in her haste to try to help me had knelt without considering that she had chosen not to wear panties and I assume Paul had been exciting her about it on the way to our house.

Paul tried to insist that I went to hospital but I was adamant that I had spent enough time in those places and was staying home; besides I argued that it would ruin the planned evening. I did however manage to tell Suzy privately that I really enjoyed the full view of me coming round; she looked confused until I asked the name of her special pussy; then her face turned a deep shade of pink.

Sadly Paul and Suzy split up with some bad feeling shortly afterwards and as a result I lost contact with Suzy and it was the last time that Paul ever came to my home to visit to my knowledge.

I did not lose contact with Paul though and often visited his home where he suddenly installed a new woman in his life; a robust Irish woman called Anita. She went on to marry Paul and gave him three children and me a few free sightings.

Some two years later I was asked by Paul to go to his house and have a look at his computer as it was playing up. I took his address and made my own way there. Upon ringing the bell I was greeted by Anita who invited me in and told me that Paul was going to be a little late but the computer was in the spare bedroom and he had left me a note as to what was going wrong.

With that she offered me a coffee and after delivering it she told me she was going to take a bath and if I needed anything I was to give her a shout. I began to look at the computer and started to run some scan tests; which left me staring at the screen waiting for results to appear. I casually glanced around the shelves in the room and almost blushed myself as there was a naked photo of Anita trussed up like a turkey and by the look of it a coloured woman had a large object stuck in Anita's cunt.

Just then out of the corner of my eye a saw a movement and as I turned to look I saw Anita stood by the bathroom door naked and stroking her cunt. Now the image I was looking at was a reflection in a large standing mirror fastened beside the spare bedroom door and if as I could see her I assumed that she could also see me by the reverse angles of the reflections.

I was tempted to walk into the hallway and approach her to ask about the photo but she suddenly disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door. I thought Ok so you like to tease by exhibiting yourself but run off when things could develop. Besides it is not the done thing; to hit on the girlfriend of your friend whilst he is not home and maybe it was a test anyway.

I continued to work on the PC and about half an hour later Paul arrived home; he went to see his girlfriend before coming into the spare room to see me. He asked how things were going and I told him that apart from the odd embarrassing item it was pretty much as I suspected; he had not been closing down the computer correctly and it had eventually corrupted some main programs. I thought that if I mentioned some embarrassing items it would give him a chance to excuse Anita's naked sexy actions and apparent routine. He simply said that you know what we men are like we love to sneak peeks at porn and sometimes at the most inopportune moments.

Strange thing was that I had not even checked his personal directories for causes of the corrupted files. Just then Anita walked into the room with two cups of coffee and she never even blushed; had she failed to see me watching her reflection or was this one of her guilty secrets of flashing to Paul's friends as if to tease them without enticing them to go further.

As I finished off the final few checks on his computer; I informed him I had not actually checked his private directories but everything seemed to be working perfectly well now. Paul made small talk as a final few program check routines ran and to be honest I really did not pay too much attention to what he was saying. That is until later as I sat at home; He had mention a mate's wife and how she had come on to him which he had found hard to resist; that and the fact as he put it he was a horny fucker; the wife had tried to engineer a situation between her husband; him and his girlfriend in a foursome but health scares had botched the scheme. I suddenly realised he meant my Karen, Suzy, Paul and I.

Was it by way of revenge that Anita had shown herself naked hoping I would have took it further or was the idea that Paul having received a signal would have come home earlier and actually caught us in action. My mind worked overtime now as I racked my brain about what else he had said as small talk.

Another Friend had asked him to show his nephew how to enjoy all types of sex; so clearly Paul was Bi-sexual, he always had to have the last say so he thought himself to be top dog although he had let slip he had been ordered to do something sexual for this guy who's nephew needed a tutor, so clearly he was not as dominant as he thought. I began to see Paul in a new light and it proved the point that you never really know someone; you only know what they want you to know.

I could not help but wonder though; knowing Paul liked threesomes with two women if anything had happened between Karen and them and was that why Suzy had no panties on that day. As it happened by now Karen and I had called it a day on our 19 years of marriage and she had gone her separate way; so any anger about that day had long since been lost. But that puzzle stayed with me for a good few months but without proof I would have been just guessing.

About three Months later Paul told me that Anita was pregnant and they were hoping for a boy. I almost let slip a question that shot to the forefront of my mind and I nearly asked him if it was his child. Over the next six months Paul began to gripe about getting less and less sex at home and often blushed when I suggested that he was making up for it elsewhere and not always with other women.

Then late one evening he phoned me to let me know that he had a son; and mother and baby were doing fine; by the way could I come over soon to look at the computer again as it was playing up. I said I would as soon as their home life returned to some sort of norm.

Six weeks after the birth of their son, Colin, I went to Paul's home and once more began trawling through his computer problems. When I arrived this time Paul was already home and he proudly showed off Colin; Anita made some drinks and then announced she was going to go feed the baby. Once more during lulls in computer activity Paul made small talk and again he let slip about a guy that had been phoning the house and he had gone to meet him alone and then after that he had tried to get invited to their home to meet Anita but he sounded creepy in what he kept saying he wanted to do to her and Paul asked if I knew of a way of being able to filter out calls without calling the telephone company to block numbers.