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JohnA cold breeze didn’t stop the night time revellers from coming out in force. Nor did it stop the girls from wearing short seductive cocktail dresses. But Francis, who’s my paramedic technician, and I sat in the warmth of the ambulance, observing the crowds as we were trained to do. I say observing, but most the time we’re rating the women on a scale of ten. Sexist, I know. But we’re bored men passing time until the early hours when all hell usually breaks loose.Despite the long hours and regular night shifts, I love working as a paramedic. I’ve always liked helping people. When I was young I wanted to be a doctor. However, I’d be the first to admit I’m not quite academic enough to go the whole way. For starters, I hate studying. So being a medic is more than a good compromise. Apart from the odd aggressive drunk, people are usually more than happy to see me.As I mentioned the one bitch about this job is working nights, spending most Friday and Saturday evenings away from my wife Semra. The love of my life. My Persian Princess.Semra is a rep for a pharmaceutical giant. She is young, beautiful, and ambitious. Ever since I met her at the hospital canteen seven years ago we’ve been inseparable. I am a bit older and when we met I was already set in my ways. So In Spite of her smooth olive skin, long elegant limbs and undeniable beauty, the fact she was clingy grated on me. Damn, she was almost barnacle like. But her love defeated my selfishness and now we’re inseparable.Truth be told. When she’s away I now find myself pottering around the house like a lonely shadow… feeling sorry for myself. A sad state of affairs, I must admit. But luckily despite the fact that Semra travels across the country, she never sleeps over, even if it means spending half the night driving. She’s that sort of woman. We both value our time together.But tonight was different. Earlier I had gotten a phone call telling me that she had decided to stop at the hotel with her boss, Monica. They had won a big contract with a private health provider and wanted to celebrate. Now, I had met Monica several times, and to say she was charming was a fucking understatement. She has instant appeal. A real cock magnet. But after initial hesitation, I was cool with it. It was good for Semra to let her hair down. She works hard and should revel in her success.Only there was something not quite right. A suspicion lay deep within. Something to do with our past which I had tried hard to bury, almanbahis may have been unearth. God help me if it has.Caught in a wave of thoughts, I rested my head against the door window and imagined what my wife was up to. I didn’t trust Monica. She was way too forward and confident. Francis nudged me. “Not like you to sleep on the job, boss.”“I’m not. Just thinking.”“Come to think of it. It’s not like you think all that much, either.”I chuckled. “Fuck you.”“What’s your wife doing tonight?”“She’s working.” This was the automatic response. She was always working. “Well she was. But now she’s out with her boss.”“Semra drinks?”“She enjoys glass or two of wine. Likes the odd G&T too. She’s Muslim but relaxed about life.”“Sorry, man. Always said she was too hot for you.”“Again. Fuck you.” My outburst shocked me. I took a breath and calmed. “Her boss is a woman.”“I’m not saying she’s a slut.” Francis stared through the windscreen. “But look at the mess out there. And give it a few hours and it will be carnage. A hot girl like Semra is going to have a load of men drooling all over her.”“I trust her.”“I trusted my ex,”“You just haven’t met a good woman yet.” I patted his knee like a father would his child. “Your time will come.”My phone suddenly vibrated. A picture was waiting on WhatsApp. It was a Semra, posing with Monica. She looked cute. They both did. Semra’s smile melted my heart. It made my cock twitch.“She’d get it.” My fist curled as I noticed Francis’ fat face peering at my phone. “The blonde. Not your Semra… although you do have a hot wife.”“Monica has everything. Looks, intelligent but a cracking sense of humour.”“She looks like a cock jumper though.”“Well, she’s on husband number three.”Suddenly a job came in through the radio. I responded. Nothing too serious. My thoughts of Semra and her hot boss were put on hold. Apparently it was a woman with a nose bleed. She had told a policeman she misread a push door for a pull one. It happens.~It was now eleven o’clock. The night was in full swing. The police patrolled the old docklands which were now home to the clubs and bars while me and Francis stood outside the ambulance. My mind should have been on the job, or at least on Francis’ small talk. But I was constantly checking my mobile.My suspicions had been true. But I brought this on myself with past actions. Semra had informed me of her plans with Monica. That she was going to pretend to be free, single and that she was more than willing to mingle. almanbahis yeni giriş Nothing too bad, she had promised me.I believed Semra, and had no major qualm. I trust my wife to play, and not break any boundaries. Slight indiscretions only ignited dark desires in me.It’s just… I don’t trust her boss. Monica is trouble in its female form. If Semra was to get in any trouble it would be because of Monica and her harlot ways. But I couldn’t deny the excitement.I was suddenly brought out of my thoughts by a snarling Francis. “Fuck sake, John. Since you told me your Semra is out, you’ve not left your phone alone.”“Just checking the weather for tomorrow. While I’ve got the house to myself I thought I’d do the garden.”“I think of better things to do with my free time.” My heart froze as I felt my phone vibrate in my chest pocket. I didn’t want to check it while Francis was about. I needed to get rid of the fat git. So turned to my chubby tech. “Fran?”“Yes.” I smiled. “Hungry?”“Always. Why?”“Before it gets to the witching hour, fancy nipping to Geno’s and getting us a Veg Hot?” Geno’s is a pizza parlour, the best one in town and only hundred years up the street. But out of perving range for Francis. I gave him a banknote. “Here’s a twenty.”“Do I ever. Extra chilli boss?”“Damn right. I’ll obviously call you if anything comes in.”“And I’ll come running.”“Waddling, Francis. Waddling.”He smiled and gave me the finger, then waddled into the crowds like the goose he was. I glanced down at my phone and opened the message. Semra was pouting in the arms of some young punk who must have been a little more than a student. It was harmless but, I couldn’t deny there was a pang of jealousy in me. He was handsome in a geeky way. Stylish glasses and a neat hipster beard . He didn’t have a long face though – which Semra had always told me she looked for in a man. I don’t know… ask her. But the fact I had one made me feel smug. And a little more secure.But I couldn’t deny it continued to play on me. Gnaw away at me. Imagining this young fuck tapping up my wife. His youthful hands feeling their way around with growing confidence. All young bucks like an older woman. MILF, cougar or whatever they call it now. Semra is not quite there yet, but must have had ten years on this goon.What was I doing to myself? What was I letting my wife do to me? Or more precise… what was I letting my wife do to others… I would like to say that the pizza was immense. It almanbahis giriş probably was. And although I ate two slices I couldn’t really taste much. My mind, and seemingly taste buds were elsewhere. My phone vibrated to a Facebook notification from Monica. I felt more than curious, and accepted. I got a message reading, “You’ve got a hot wife.” I was about to type back when she shared a video. My heart sank. Francis was busy devouring his pizza. So I stepped to one side and played the video on mute. I saw a packed dance floor which then opened up to Semra, dancing solo to a group of leering men. I watched intensely as she cavorted around the group teasing each man in turn. I grimaced, clenching my fists as one of the group, a burly confident looking guy began grinding into her from behind.I wanted it to stop. But part of me, I don’t know what, wanted it to continue. My desire had been unearthed and it was impossible to rebury. Maybe it was the fact that Semra was clearly enjoying being free. She clearly wasn’t awkward… in fact i’ve never seen her so fucking frisky.The video ended. I wanted more, but at the same time I couldn’t bare to watch it a second time. Not now. I felt as though I was being pulled apart by my own mind. My own lust was ripping me into shreds, leaving my morals coughing and spluttering on the floor.I didn’t really know what to reply. So I sent a big blue thumbs up. Whatever that fucking meant. I didn’t have time to think about a proper reply, anyway as Francis finally came down from his food lust.Francis asked,“You look anxious, boss. What’s up.”“I’ve got a feeling things are going to kick off.”Francis had covered his face in topping. and reached into the cab for wet wipes. “What gives you that idea? I don’t think it’s overly busy tonight, for a Friday.”“Just got that feeling in my gut.”In the distance I saw a couple engaging in a drunken kiss. There was no romance, just animalistic passion. I thought of my Semra. Only she was no longer mine. Not for the tonight, anyway. I could deal with the student. I knew I was better. But this other guy. He looked like he could take control. Semra could be feisty, but deep down she was passive, gullible and sometimes willingly naive.This man was a threat to me. A real one. I needed to take my mind from the video. Ideally a job to respond to. But all I had was Francis.“You ever been with a bird who’s got a fetish, Fran?” I asked.“Semra wants you to wear a gimp mask, or something?“Just answer the question.”“A few. Why?”I tried to sound natural. “What was the strangest?”“I dated this Dutch girl a few years back. Wanted me to cuff her to the radiator and invite my mates around.”“Fucking hell.” Suddenly Semra sounded tame.