Playing The Game

For as long as the four of them had been married, it had been The Game, worthy of the capitalisation. Every Tuesday night, they all kissed their wives on the cheek, drove over to Pete’s house and played a friendly few hours of poker. Texas Hold ‘Em, usually. Phones were turned off, only Pete’s landline remained on as they had their fun. Certainly it was tamer than what they could be getting up to, their wives agreed.

Except that it wasn’t a four handed poker game. It was a three handed game. Every fourth week, each guy saw their mistress…