I was in emotional turmoil as the last spasms of orgasm were leaving me. Jim was very matter of fact and seemingly unashamed as he stripped out of my wife's knickers, threw the three pairs on the bed and pulled his own shorts back on. I took Jill's knickers off and started to dress.
"That was great." He said. "The best wanks always involve dirty knickers." Then winking at me he went on. "But we have to be careful how we handle the evidence." He took Jill's knickers from me picked up the laundry basket and set off downstairs calling over his shoulder. "I'm going to load the washing machine. I suggest you do the same."
As I got to the bottom of the stairs with my wife's knickers in my hand augmented with Jim's cum. Jim was coming out of the kitchen having loaded the washing machine. He said. "I've put some coffee on. We'd better sober up before the girls get back. Go and put the washing in then get back here, the crickets on in a minute.
There was no further mention of what had transpired. We watched cricket, talked about England's prospects. Our wives came home, we had showers got changed then had a normal evening together.
I wasn't working the next week and on Monday morning I heard Jim's lawn mower working in his garden. The practice had become that I would go around there help him with his gardening tasks, then he would help me with mine. As I was leaving the house Jill came to pick up Helen and they were off on another shopping trip. I went over to Jim's garden, this was the first time we'd been alone together since last Saturday and I was a bit apprehensive. He stopped the machine so he wouldn't have to shout over it.
"Hi Rupert, there's quite a bit of work to do that we should have done on Saturday. The girls will be back at lunchtime, we'd better get some work done so they don't catch us wanking."
"Look Jim, I'm not sure we..."
He cut me off. "Nonsense Rupert there's plenty of time, we'll just cut the grass and trim around a bit then I'm going to dive into a pair of Helen's knickers and wank myself stupid."
"No Jim that's not what I mean."
"Oh, what do you mean?"
I said. "I'm not sure it's a good idea for us to be messing about like this."
"Rupert, Rupert, Rupert, I don't believe this. You were happy enough to toss off in my wife's panties the other day."
"I know but I'm not sure I should have done."
"Well it's up to you but you seemed to be enjoying yourself on Saturday." We got on with gardening. It wasn't complete silence but we weren't telling jokes and having a laugh like we usually did.
Jim made a coffee after a while and we sat at the table on his patio.
"Rupert, I don't want you to take this the wrong way and I promise I don't mind but.......You never take your eyes off my missus, you stare at her arse, at her tits and up her skirt, when you get the chance."
I had to admit he was right. "I don't always know I'm doing it but I know what you mean and I'm sorry."
"There's no need to be sorry, Rupert, Jill's very flattered." He said.
"What do you mean flattered?" I said, puzzled.
"Rupert, you make it so obvious, she was bound to notice."
"She's said something to you?" I was worried now and it showed in my voice.
"Don't worry, it's OK, she knows I don't like tights. I mentioned my disappointment that Helen wore them last week and told her that you didn't like them either but you liked her stockings."
"Is that why she was flattered?" He wasn't making sense.
"Well sort of but she's noticed you looking at her and the couple of times we've been out dancing she said that you were all over her." I must have looked dreadful because he continued quickly. "Don't worry she doesn't mind, she's flattered. She told me she's flattered, Rupert."
I groaned. "But what if she tells Helen. Oh shit"
"Look I told you it's OK, I'm in the same boat Jill's noticed me checking Helen out too. Her and Helen have had a good laugh about us.
"What!"