This was an event that happened quite early on in our marriage. We had moved into our house but were still making improvements. Typical 30’s semi, stairs on the left as you go through the front door with hallway leading straight through to kitchen and door on the right to the lounge. We’d removed all the panelling on the stairs to reveal vertical spindles that needed paint burnt off etc (horrible job). Well as my brother in law had a decorating firm it was a no brainier to get one of his young lads to do it. This particular day Steve who was possibly early 20s was cracking on with the spindles on the landing. I say landing, the 3 ft wide bit of space running from the tiny front bedroom door to the rear bathroom door with two doors on the right and the staircase coming up in the left. So the run of spindles could have been no more than 5 ft. Anyway, I come home from work, Steve is sat on the landing probably sick to death of scraping and sanding so I go to make a brew , as you do. In comes my wife, a bit of a rush cos her last client was nattering (she’s a mobile hairdresser) and she needs to get changed for a squash lesson she had booked in. Wifey is around late 20s, looks after herself and likes to be seen, only wears knickers for them to be flashed. In fact her “squash knickers were specially chosen, white completely see through and we’d carefully removed the cotton gusset piece so pussy lips could be clearly seen through the material. She loved to tease the squash coach, and I loved hearing the stories afterwards. Back to the story, or at least the bit from my point of view, she comes in the front door shouts through to me to put her squash knickers out of the washing machine into the dryer while she goes upstairs to get changed. A bit later she shouts down asking if her knickers are dry and can I take them to her. I go into the hall get about a third of the way upstairs and she’s leaning as far as she can reach over the banister to take them from me. I go back into kitchen she shouts bye and she’s gone. The story I only found out about later, She went upstairs, past Steve on the landing, into front main bedroom leaving door open but going to front of house so not directly visible from door but with mirrored wardrobe doors and an open door, well I’d have had a peep so I’m pretty sure Steve would have. She changed into squash gear, cropped lycra vest top and pleated white tennis type skirt that just about covered her fit little backside, went into the bathroom to clean her teeth, leaving the bathroom door wide open and directly opposite the sink that she was bending over. She then came back out on to the landing to shout over the banister for her knickers. Well obviously when she’s telling me this I make her run through it wit me sat where Steve was, To be honest, couldn’t see much when she was in bedroom getting changed but cleaning her teeth, full on pussy lips from a distance of about 7ft and then leaning over the banister as she did he would have almost been able to lick her pussy. I often wank myself silly thinking about this and would love to hear Steve’s take on it. Sorry if a bit tame or disjointed but genuinely 100% true