It was Nick’s turn to be the designated driver. He dropped the guys at home, and then he picked up the Gina, Mandy, Jaq and Beverley. After he’d dropped the others at their home they made their way home.

As she put the kettle on the bustled about clearing up and making sure that the house was secured. He had noticed that she had been quiet on the drive home and now, she stared out of the kitchen window as she waited for the kettle to boil. He stood behind her and slipped his arms around her waist and hugged her.

“Are you okay babe?” He said and kissed the back of her neck.

She trembled as she leaned back against him and sighed.

“I’m fine honey. It’s just that I’ve had too much to drink.”

He hugged her.

“But you had a good time, right? It certainly sounded like you all had a great time. The guys thought that you were having a party.”

She turned around and looked at him.

“You won’t believe what they were talking about!” She stared at him.

He smiled at her and brushed his fingers across her face. He loved it when she got excited about her friends. She was so different when she was with them, then she was during the day when she was working and had to be a serious professional lecturer.

“No. Tell me.” He smiled.

She raised her eyebrows. “Wife-swapping!”

Her eyes bulged. She was so excited. He grinned at her and smiled.

“Yeah? I know. Hypothetically right?”

She stared at him.

“I’m not so sure. Laura looked serious.”

He hugged her.

“Relax honey. They’d all been drinking. They’ll all forget it in the morning.”

They went to bed after they’d had their normal night-time drink, hot chocolate. As it was a week-night, they read for a bit and went to sleep, although Beverley found sleep difficult to come by.

She lay awake and listened to her husband’s rhythmical breathing as she stared at the ceiling, illuminated by the moonlight that streamed in through the partially open window. Unusually for her, she was aroused, and as usual, Nick hadn’t picked up on it. She loved him dearly, but sometimes wished that he’d be a little more flexible in his approach to sex, and more aware of her feelings. As she lay there her mind drifted back to the weekend and when she saw the guys all in their boxers. Of course, David was the stand-out guy, in many respects, he was huge, and those shorts that he wore seemed to enhance what he had.

But her thoughts were focussed on Alex. There was something about him that had always intrigued her. He was the first on their group to welcome them, and Laura too, but her thoughts were on her husband. He always hugged her whenever they saw each other, she felt so safe and comfortable around him. And when they inevitably kissed on New Year's Eve, as everyone did, she had convinced herself that he lingered a lot more than the other guys, and was sure that on one occasion that there had been some tongue action. But she was drunk so she couldn’t be sure whether it was him, or she had done it.

She remembered when they were moving into the village, he and Laura let them stay at their farmhouse whilst they fixed up their place. She and Alex had shared several late-night conversations over a hot-chocolate when she couldn’t sleep.

‘But could you sleep with him, Bev?’ She asked herself.

The weekend arrived, it was Friday and their usual sex night. Traditionally, apart from Birthdays and Anniversaries, they had sex on the weekend. Sometimes only once, but occasionally, two or three nights. The weather was still poor, it looked like it was going to be a hard winter and they settled down for a night in front of the TV. A pizza that she’d bought on her way home was in the oven, a bottle of red wine was open, and a fresh salad was in the bowl on the coffee table.

She’d changed into her pyjamas, she’d got soaked coming from the car to the house and had showered and got ready for bed as neither of them was going out. He had decided to join her and had just walked in wearing his pyjamas too as she placed the pizza on its wooden serving board onto the coffee table and sat down beside him on the sofa.

She took a slice of pizza and slid it onto her plate and placed some salad alongside it and tucked her feet underneath her bum and rested her glass of wine on the small table at the side of the sofa and smiled at her husband.

“This is cosy.” She grinned.

He nodded and flicked the buttons on the TV Remote to start to view some of their programs that hey had on catch-up. They ate the pizza and were engrossed in the movie right until the end, and when it finished he looked a the clock, it was just gone midnight, much later than their usual bed-time. She had moved during the movie and was laid against him and her head rested on his shoulder. He nudged her to check that she was still awake. She moaned softly and nuzzled into him.

“Come on sleepy-head, time to get you into bed.”

She turned and looked at him.

“Oh, you sweet-talker you. Why don’t you just fuck me here?”

He was shocked. She rarely swore, and he didn’t think that he’d ever heard her say that before. He stared at her. She lifted her head off his shoulder.

“I’m serious. We always have sex in bed. Why don’t you fuck me here, right now?”

Her heart pounded inside her chest, she couldn’t believe that she’d said it, but she had, and she couldn’t go back, she had to see it through. She slowly slid her hand down and pressed her fingers into his crotch, she felt him harden, he was nearly there. She grinned.

“See? You want to don’t you?” She whispered.

He stuttered.

“What’s got into you, Bev?”

“You hopefully. Now come on.” She panted as her fingers slipped into the waistband of his pyjamas and slid down until she wrapped them around his cock, which was now hard. He moaned and closed his eyes as she stroked him.

She turned and pressed her body against his as she kissed him and her tongue pushed into his mouth. She was so turned on and she, for once, became the initiator, something of a novelty. He was taken aback by her but soon responded as his hands slipped under her top and cupped her breast and played gently with her nipples as she moaned softly into his mouth.

“I want you!” She gasped as she tugged at his bottoms.

“What here?” He panted as she started to slide them down his legs.

He kicked them off and released his hard cock. Although not overly-experienced, he had a nice cock at around eight inches it was certainly enough for her. And as he pulled off his top she slid down her bottoms and kicked them off and he saw that her neatly-trimmed pubic hair glistened as beads of her juices stuck to the hairs around her labia.

“Oh Beverley, I don’t know what’s brought this on, but I love it.” He sighed as she lay down and pulled her top up to expose her perfect thirty-four, C-cup breasts topped by hard, erect dark nipples.

He slid down her body, and as he did she subconsciously slid her hand down to cover her stomach.

Nick and Beverley had two children, twins in fact, which was a lot for her to take in initially. But after the birth she was glad, they wanted two kids, and she’d got them out of the way in one go, which meant she wouldn’t have to go through it all again. She loved her kids, but had hated the birth, she had to have a Caesarian section and had been conscious of her scar ever since.

He, however, thought differently, he loved her scar. He used to tell her that it was beautiful, it was a symbol of her motherhood and it should be celebrated, not something to be hidden and ashamed of.

He knelt between her legs as she spread them and he guided his cock between her lips and pushed into her. She moaned and pulled her legs up towards her chest as he pushed deeper into her.

“Oh god, Nick yes. Oh fuck me, Nick, fuck me hard!” She cried as her fingers dug into his arms and he began to fuck her.

This was so far removed from their normal sex. This was almost pure lust. He had never seen her act like she was, and he loved it. He hardly recognised her, but he didn’t care. All he wanted to do was slam his cock as hard as he could into her pussy. And he did.

She yelped and cried out each time that he thrust deep into her. She tore at his back with her fingers, her nails dug into him occasionally bringing a groan from him as she scrapped her fingers down his back.

Her feet hooked behind his back as she slammed into her pussy and she pushed back to meet him. It was pure sex, and they both lost themselves in the moment. The room was filled with the sounds of their lustful sex, their bodies were bathed in the glow from the dying fire as he slammed into her and she cried out with pleasure.

Suddenly, and for the first time since they met, over twenty-five years ago, she felt her orgasm rise from within. She was going to come during sex, for the first time. She clung onto him as she thrust into her. She buried her face into his neck and screamed, her mouth wide open as she clamped her lips down onto his flesh and bit him as she came hard.

Her body shook and tensed as she gripped him between her legs and humped her pussy up at his cock as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm. She cried out, she screamed, she squealed as she was consumed by an enormous orgasm that swept through her body. He too had been caught out, he had never experienced her coming as she did and he could feel her pussy milk his cock as she came and it pushed him over the edge and he thrust hard and held himself inside her as he twitched and jerked and his hot cum spewed from his cocks and spurted deep into her pussy. He lay on top of her as his cock jerked inside of her and spilt his seed deep into her.

Exhausted they lay together, panting, gasping for breath as they both came down from huge orgasms. She slowly lifted her face from his neck and kissed him. They moaned together and then he slowly rolled off her and lay beside her. He held her and stroked her face.

“What happened there, Bev?” He sighed.

She kissed his cheek.

“I don’t know. It was fantastic. We’ve never been like that before have we?”

He shook his head.

“No, we haven’t.”

They lay together as they recovered She kissed his neck.

“You know what I think?” She whispered.

He shook his head. “No, what?”

“I think that it was our friends.” She said.

He looked at her and asked what she meant by that.

“I think it was all that talk about who fantasises about who, and the talk about wife-swapping.”

He hugged her.

“I don’t know. But whatever it was. I liked it.”