THE FOURSOME

The doorbell chimed.

“I’ll get it.” I told Melissa, making my way to the door and opening it.

“Hello!” Tristan smiled handing me a bottle of wine, his wife Amy at his side. I had known Tristan since University and our wives were good friends, so we often enjoyed each other’s company.

Tristan was wearing a polo shirt and trousers while his wife was wearing a beautiful royal blue cocktail dress, her blonde hair hanging down past her shoulders.

“Hello Tristan.” I said, nodding in approval at the wine. “Hello Amy, you’re looking lovely.” I leaned forward and kissed her cheek.

“Please, go through to the dining room....