“What colour are they?”

Blushing, “Yellow,” I whisper to my friend’s husband.

“Show me.”

“For fuck’s sake, Sean. We’re at the dinner table.”

“Take them off and give them to me.”

I swallow. There are eight of us around the table and no one is paying us any attention.

My hands slip under the table and up my thighs.

Lifting my ass, I peel down the yellow lace panties.

Cool air hits my damp pussy.

He takes them and crumples them, slipping them into his pocket.

“Later,” he whispers, turning away to top up his wife’s glass.