OK, it's sunny Queensland, hubby is off on some golf course doing what he loves the most, chasing those little white balls, and his sometime loving wife takes a trip to the local club to sit with the oldies to play bingo, with little success.
It's approaching lunch time now, I'm on the club's wide terrace, and the view of the beach and the sea under a flawless sky is well worth the price of an orange juice with ice. A hot December wind is annoying but tolerable .
The two happy go lucky holiday makers, cracking stupid jokes and clowning around who eventually come to rest at a table near mine, had to have been inured to the stares of strangers because of their close similarity in looks and dress. In what seemed to be a well worn approach they used the fact that they caught me giving them a close scrutiny to announce, "We're identical twins, haven't you seen any before?"
Well, that was the intro and before I could give the ice in my glass a good rattle they were at my table and making themselves at home. I'm a fucking paragon of politeness, so I won't bore you with the details of our small talk. I come from down there, and you come from over there. I'm Anna and you're Paul in the dark green polo shirt, and that's brother Gary .
They were slim, in their thirties, but balding, so had shaven heads which suited them nicely . A tad younger than this housewife milf, which only added to their charm I must say.
When their eyes go down to your crotch every other second it doesn't take a world renowned psychic to fathom their thoughts [ during the other second they're assessing your bra size ].
Now we're up to the point when the chit chat turns blue.
OK, I'm satisfying a curiosity but I had to ask . Did they swap girlfriends and was the deception discovered ?
Yes, but it was only successful to begin with. The more time the girl or girls spent with them the easier it became to tell them apart.
Paul in the green polo, taking deep breaths and looking slightly constipated, leans forward to whisper. They love nothing better than sharing the same girl.
I brazenly quiz them on this.
Yes, they love a threesome, altogether, not a stitch of clothing on, romping freely on the bed, happy to take turns ploughing the same furrow, unperturbed by whatever juices may flow.
I tell them it's a lot of fun being with two guys at once who are not afraid of each other's erections. I hear ya, says one. Amen to that, says the other.
I stand up. Time to go, boys. Pleasure meeting you. Hubby will be back from his dreary sport shortly. Gotta run.
"See you again?" says one of them , fingers crossed I imagine.
I walk away, then turn back. "Will you be here tomorrow? Same time?"
Stupid question I know, and the answer, well I don't have to tell you that.
They were renting a caravan, as we say, or a trailer, as you might say, for their fortnightly stay in the summer sun.
