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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