“You mean swap husbands for sex?”“Yes not for always, but just for something different.”“No,” said Kath “that is not right, anyway they ...ould never go for it.”Mandy laughed “Keith bloody well would, to get his hands on those big tits of yours.”“No it could ruin everything,” Kath said, but deep down the thought was driving her wild.“What! a bit of sex, a bit of fun, crikey we’re not going to announce it to the world, just have a quick shag each and see how we feel,” Mandy argued.“Do you want. And during it. And while I watched TV. She often fell asleep during a show and still slept when I woke up in the morning in almost the same position as she was in when I went to bed.One evening this gave me an idea. A fatal one as it turned out. It all happened one night when she, as usual, had passed out when I turned the TV off. I didn't want her to sleep in that uncomfortable position that she usually fell asleep in, so the last weekends I had helped her to get under the cover in the sofa. Jeff's 'to hell with you' demeanor was one that she'd seen before. She knew that he wouldn't approach her for reconciliation. If only he would, she could be gracious and permit a return to a more acceptable condition.She took a pull on the whiskey. It surprised her that the generous swallow didn't choke her. It warmed her belly. Anticipation of the warmth spreading to her brain freed her to consider the events of the day...She asked herself why had she lashed him so viciously. It puzzled her. I rose up, giving myself enough room to put power into my thrusts. Someone lowered my pants; Jenaveve raised her hips. I fucked her, pulled back, and fucked her with one powerful thrust. I grabbed the table and Jenaveve's thigh for balance. She smiled up at me and wriggled her ass with each of my thrusts. I slapped her ass to tell her to keep still; Jenaveve smiled and grabbed my shirt to steady her body. It gave me that little bit more leverage that I needed. She screamed again when I.