The village of Kettlewell sat in the rolling Pepperstock Hills that formed the northwest border of The Finchbottom Vale and it was half a mile from the hamlet of Kettlewell-on-the-Hill, the two of which made up the parish of St Augustine’s Church.
And Kettlewell was 1.5 miles from its largest neighbour, Highfinch.
On one Saturday night in March there was a party at the Kettlewell Village Hall and by ten o’clock on that cool evening Paula Matthews was blind drunk and so her husband Lionel, and her sister Claire, who was also tipsy, decided to walk her home.
Once they had got her in the house and manoeuvred her into the right room the laid her on the bed and Lionel said
“We should take her dress off”
“How about we leave her as she is and we take my dress off,” Claire suggested
“Behave yourself” he said somewhat surprised at her brazenness, but he was smiling when he added “you’ve been in a funny mood all evening, now help me with her dress”
He sat Paula up again so Claire could unhook and unzip, then between them they pulled the whole thing off over her head.
Once she was just in her under things Claire started pulling her tights off as he watched.
As she left the bedroom Claire turned off the light and closed the door and then she kissed him, gently at first and then again more hotly and this took him completely by surprise.
The Matthews and the Tannings had lived all their married lives in Kettlewell and they were ordinary down to earth people and after twenty years of marriage both couples had reached their middle years without being blessed with children and so their leisure time was more often than not spent together in a variety of ways, restaurants, theatre, cinema and even holidays.
But of all the activities they had indulged in wife swapping was not one of them.
However he had always found Claire very attractive and had very often fantasized about the two of them together, but he had never once thought of acting on his attraction.
So the moment Claire’s lips touched his Lionel whole heartedly embraced the passionate kiss, during which he took his opportunity and his hands explored every inch of the sensual landscape he had often admired.
“God I’ve wanted to do that for so long” she said
“So have I” he agreed and their lips reengaged and then in the heat of passion his hands grappled up her skirt and found her stocking and suspenders.
“Wait until you're invited” she said playfully slapping him.
“Stockings and suspenders eh” he said
“Yes I wore them especially for someone” Claire said
“Paul is a very lucky man” he said
“I’m not wearing them for my husband” she said
“I’m wearing them for you”
And her lips returned to Lionel’s, and her tongue to his mouth and his hands returned to her stocking tops.
When she finally relinquished his mouth she stepped backwards and slipped out of her dress and gave him the full effect of her full ensemble of black lingerie.
“Did you really wear those for me?” he said looking at her stockings.
“I wore everything for you” she said
“It was lucky for me then that I got to enjoy them”
“There was no luck involved” she said cockily
“What do you mean?”
“I made sure you would get to enjoy them” she said proudly and then after a moment’s thought he asked
“Did you get Paula drunk?”
“It wasn’t hard I just made all her drinks doubles, she never could hold her drink” Claire said with a chuckle
“You naughty girl”
“You haven’t seen anything yet” she said and manoeuvred him into the spare room.
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