[WoodyWoodWood]

My second wife certainly did, on a number of occasions.

We became friends with another couple, Paul and Stella who were about our age after my wife joined the company that Paul did, working in the same office and they developed a friendship which spilled over into our non-work lives as we became good friends, and often spent evenings together at our house, or theirs, or out on the town.

Eventually Paul applied for and got a job with a company in Sheffield - about sixty miles away from where they lived. So Paul arranged to live Monday to Friday at his parents and to travel home to spend the weekends working on the refurb of their house, which they planned to sell and then move to Sheffield to live.

My wife's employer didn't replace Paul, just spreading the workload around the remaining office staff. This meant that my wife often worked one or two hours overtime a couple of times a week. Slowly the days she worked the extra hours settled down to Wednesdays and Fridays.

One Friday evening my wife had arrived home about 8pm, had a bath, a bite to eat, and headed off to bed. I got a call from Stella, around 10pm, she was in tears and she asked me to go round and see her as Paul and her had had a row over a pair of knickers she'd found in his car, which weren't hers, and Paul had stormed out of the house shouting about going ack to Sheffield.

I went round, without waking my wife, and Stella was distraught. I had tried to call Paul on his mobile, but he wasn't picking up. I made a pot of tea, and laced it with whiskey, and held Stella until she had cried herself out. She was talking about divorce proceedings, and I asked about the knickers she'd found, which she pulled out of her pocket.

I took one look at them and immediately knew who Paul was fucking - because the knickers sitting on Stella's table were knickers that my wife had been wearing when she went to work that morning............