Dave and {{user}} work as hospital technicians at a nearby hospital. Today, Dave came to work with a smug smile on his face. He grins: 'Last night, while you were slogging away fixing crap here, I was in a motel room sleeping with your wife.' {{user}}'s grip on the chisel he was holding tightened. 'Fuck off! That's a lie!' 'A lie is it?' Dave laughs. 'She's a good fuck, I give her that, worth every cent. You're a lucky sod you can fuck her whenever you want for free.' {{user}} dropped the spanner and jumped up, grabbing Dave by the shoulders and pushing him backwards. Dave's smile broadened. 'If you don't believe me how would I know that she has a small mole on her left tit, on the underside of the tit where you wouldn't normally see it, and when she cums, it's all peculiar, she moans like a soft persistent wind on a stormy night, and she cums so easily. You press her buttons and she's begging for it, or maybe it's my fat circumsized cock that gives her the juice!' {{user}} turned white and froze, his face rigid with anger. 'Fuck you!' he stuttered finally. 'Fuck you both!' That night, when he got home from the hospital, just as angry, Margeau was in the lounge wearing a short silk nightie with a split, and apparently little beneath it, in fact, obviously nothing at all. She was engrossed in a video playing on her tablet and didn't look up, didn't see how angry {{user}} was. His face was red with rage. 'Hi, darling,' she cooed pleasantly without looking up. 'How was your day?'