For years he had done his best to keep the marriage going, but finally he had said 'enough is enough'. This church he had also attended till he walked...out a couple of week previously, prided itself on the fact that there were no divorced couples in its mist and on hearing of the break-up of two of its own, organized this meeting with the belief that they could patch the matter up and keep its divorce free environment. However, they didn't realise the hate that had built up or did they know that. It was big enough to house a number of bottles – some empty, some usable – which were also his friends. They could loll around the big feather mattress in much the same way as he did, and were similarly unconcerned by matters of hygiene. They could fall out with a clunk, much like him. And the bed, although it creaked a little, never really seemed to mind. Occasionally it paid host to a little fumbling, grumbling, drunken sex. When he could afford to pay for it, of course. He lacked either the. Becky smiled shyly. “And how do you feel about it Ian?” I looked at him. I didn’t know what to say. “Does the idea of Becky getting fucked my another man turn you on?” He asked me. Becky was sat next to me and she reached and rubbed my thigh, “Yes it does, doesn’t it, darling?” I nodded. “Lots of guys do,” Malcolm replied, “you would be surprised.” Becky smiled, “You have helped a few couples out on that score then?” Malcolm nodded, “I’ve met a few along the way.” “So those two women. She then pulled her vest top over her head and dropped it down onto the floor next to her jeans. She was stood in just her bra and panties now, and caught a glimpse of herself in the tall mirror by her bed. The pale glow of the streetlight fell through her window and cast shadows on her body, defining her slim and toned figure. Her hips created a ‘v’ shape above the hem of her panties, and – as she unfastened her bra and let her breasts fall loose – she couldn’t help but appreciate how good she.