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Chapter 14 – Post Wedding Do’s.

“So was this Sophie’s idea?” Kev asked Mack, as he, Steven and Peter returned to the table with a round of drinks.

“Was what Sophie’s idea?” Mack returned, setting the pints in his hands down.

“Getting you pissed the week before the … what the bloody hell you doing again.”

“We’re having our wedding blessed, and no, it was mine.” He got incredulous looks from most of the table. “Because, knowing most of you as I do, I’ll end up in bloody Land’s End or something with only £5 and wearing a smile.”

“We wouldn’t do that to you Mack.” Barney exclaimed, “we’ve got our jobs to think about.”

“Look, your jobs are safe. I just want to be around to renew my vows, that’s all.”

“In that case,” Kev started.

“We’ll get him up to John O’Groats?” Martin suggested.

Mack gave him a withering look, “not so certain about yours, Martin. Look, get me pissed, take me to a club and get me a lap dance and do what the hell you want to me, but please just leave me somewhere within the confines of Greater Manchester.”

“Well, then I suggest we have a few more rounds in here then before we hit the centre.” Peter said, everyone nodding around him in confirmation.”

Mack looked somewhat concerned but Steven smiled over to him, “don’t worry I won’t let them do too much to you, Sophie would never forgive me.”

.oOo.

Sophie opened the door and allowed her guests to come in, they ploughed through to the large dining and living room area that existed at the back of the house, placing bottles of wine, vodka and other spirits onto the kitchen counter.

“Right, that’s the kids sorted, Jenni. Mum will keep hold of them till after dinner time tomorrow if you want.” Suzie Davidson explained.

“Depends how we get through this lot, I suppose,” Jenni replied, surveying the sea of bottles before her. “See,” she went to the fridge and opened it, “we’ve got this lot in here as well.”

“Come on then,” Freda suggested, “let’s get cracking into it, want to make sure Sophie has enough to sink her into oblivion. I mean if we’d got to her before she’d married Mack then we’d have put her off for life.”

“Why?” An amused Sophie asked, taking the proffered wine glass that was full to the brim, from Julie.

“She’s only messing with you.” Julie answered, “she doesn’t mean anything. Tell Sophie what he did for you and the kids.”

“I had to look after the grandchildren on my own, my daughter had gone off and left them with me, Mack helped me out with my hours and I was able to look after them better.”

“In fact, he’d turn a blind eye to a few things as long as the work got done and people weren’t taking the piss.” Vicky Sullivan said, “let Julie come back to work for him after she’d given him notice, didn’t he love?”

“Yeah, he did.” Julie answered, “but he could be a right sod sometimes too.” Sophie’s eyebrows shot skyward mirroring the face of her sister-in-law.

Trudy stood up, “look, he was never that bad, just circumstance mostly.”

“Right, tell her about you and him.” Freda offered.

“I’m sure Sophie doesn’t want to know anything about me and Mack.”

“Trudy, I’d like to know. I’m not threatened you know, that was all in the past. Mack is who he is because of his past but that doesn’t mean it has to shape his future. And if you want to compare me to anyone then compare me to Katherine. What I did, running off like that even with the best intentions, I still hurt him by being away from him when I should have come back to Manchester with him from the very start.”

Trudy walked over to where Sophie sat and took the quickly vacated seat next to her. “Sophie, a very long time ago I loved Mack, offered myself to him but he rejected me in favour of that bitch he married. He was a good friend to me but that was all and I was stupid and reckless with that friendship. We were never as exceptionally close as we had been, after that.”

“After what?” Sophie asked.

“It wasn’t your fault.” Suzie remarked. “He didn’t want to see what she was playing at.”

“Are you talking about the affairs?”

“He told you!” Trudy exclaimed. Sophie nodded. “Did he tell you how he found out?” Sophie shook her head. “I told him, not intentionally but I did.” Trudy looked down at the glass in her hands before taking a large gulp. Sophie put her arm around Trudy’s shoulders. “I was having some surgery.”

Freda sniggered, “having a boob job.”

Sophie smiled, “anyway I mixed my pain killers with a lot of scotch and started ranting and raving around this private clinic. The nurses called Mack, I’d put him down as next of kin. I don’t know why, I just felt that it was best with dad just dying and my sister not wanting to know me. Anyway, he turns up and I’m going on about Katherine, how I do everything for him and he doesn’t even notice me and how she sits on her backside doing nothing all day except spend his money and sleep with half the male employees.”

“You really did rant.” Sophie joked, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Yeah, got what for from him as well. When he eventually calmed down, we talked. I just told him that I wasn’t happy seeing him being treated in such a horrible way by the woman that supposedly loved him. I’ve never seen him so stricken with hurt, Sophie, never.”

Sophie beamed, “remind me never to let you get hold of my darkest secrets where Mack is concerned.”

“I don’t have to worry with you; you’ll do right by him. I have eyes; I can see the way the two of you look at one another. And I have ears too, Katherine would never have …” Sophie’s mouth dropped open, had Trudy heard them, in the office, making love? “… well, you know. So much love, even I could never have had that with him, I know that.”

“Are you and Martin ok?”

“Yes, Sophie, we’re fine. We had an upset when we first got married but that’s been sorted and we’re very happy. I love Martin very much. I couldn’t live my life without him.”

“But Mack made a play for you, didn’t he?” Freda let out, the other’s that knew trying to hush her up.

Sophie looked around the room, at all the eyes that had now descended upon her and Trudy as they sat together in companionable silence. “Kind of. Martin had had an affair with his sister-in-law whilst his brother was in prison. I knew about it, but when she came back to Manchester she was heavily pregnant. I put two and two together and realised her unborn child was Martin’s. I confronted her but promised not to say anything to Martin about me knowing. I got him to go and see her and whilst he was out, I packed his bags for him so that by the time he got back he’d realise that he should be with her and playing dad.

“I phoned Mack, needed someone to talk to and I thought he’d be best, he knew more about the situation than anyone did. He came around and he could see I was upset, I told him what had happened and that I’d lost everything, he told me ‘not everything’ and then …”

“And then?” Sophie prompted.

“Sophie, I don’t think I need to say any more.”

“Trudy, haven’t we been having a conversation about honesty? Just tell me.”

“Ok, he … he kissed me,” the whole room went quiet as nearly everyone held their breath. “And it was nice, so I kissed him back and then we heard Martin come home and we stopped, that was it. I promise, Sophie, the only thing Mack and I ever did was kiss, once.”

All eyes turned to Sophie, she stood up. “So they kissed, I’ve kissed him plenty of times and I can tell all of you that it is well worth it, every time.” She turned to Trudy and pulled her from her seat. “Trudy, I don’t blame you for it and I’m sure as hell not jealous about it either. It happened a long time ago, like Katherine, like Miranda, like that student … whatever her name was.”

“Tasha?” Suzie interjected, “right tart. She didn’t have a clue did she?” A resounding ‘no’ spirited around the room.

“Tasha, well her too, it was all a long time ago and Mack’s told me about most of what happened. He probably didn’t tell me much about you because of the possibility of us working together and probably didn’t know how I would react in that situation. It didn’t matter about the others ‘because I’d probably never meet any of them anyway. Trudy, I trust you and I believe we’ve become good friends.” Sophie stuck her hand out for Trudy to take, “what’s past is past.”

Trudy took hold of her hand and then hugged her, “what’s past is past,” she said through her snivels, “thanks.”

“It’s ok.” She addressed the room, “right, well if there are no more skeletons in Mack’s cupboard to come out, we are all supposed to be here for a post wedding hen party, aren’t we?” There was a resounding ‘yes’. “Good, let’s get pissed.”

.oOo.

“Oh, God, Jesus.” Mack staggered up the road, swerving around other pedestrians and stopping every few yards in an attempt to stop himself from throwing up.

“You alright?” Peter asked him.

“Yep, just can’t keep up with the beer monsters,” he drawled, “may have to be sick.”

Steven and Peter followed him into an alleyway, watching him as he knelt down and wretched out the contents of his stomach.

“Better?” Steven enquired.

He stood up and lent back against the wall, “much, need some water though.”

“Come on, the lads said they’d meet us outside of Obsession.” Peter smirked.

“Oh God, I know I said get me a lap dance but I didn’t exactly mean it, I’m not that good with these kind of things. Not really my thing at all.”

Steven held on to his brother-in-laws arm, “not mine either but the guys insisted I had a stripper for my stag night. I just got drunk and passed out before she even turned up.”

“I wish I could.”

“Look, if this isn’t what you want we don’t have to go in, do we Peter?” Peter shook his head, his lips pursed. “But if you do, you don’t have to have a lap dance or anything, just keep on drinking and watch the pole dancers instead.”

Mack nodded, “need to get this taste out of my mouth first. Come on, might even enjoy myself.”

.oOo.

“Here you go, Sophie, we all clubbed together and got you a few things.” Trudy said, passing the carefully wrapped parcels over to her.

“What are these?”

“Well, now you two have been together for so long, thought you’d need something to spice up your sex life a bit.” Suzie grinned.

Sophie giggled, opening the first present up, “oh my God, what the hell? A police woman’s costume, hope you’ve got me some pink furry handcuffs too, to go with it.”

“Damn,” Freda said, “knew there was something we forgot.” Just as she’d said this, Sophie found a pair in the paper and giggled.

“So what else have you got me?” She opened up the next one, taking out a bottle of lubricant and a vibrator, “Christ alive, reckon we’ll have fun with these.” She looked over to Jenni, who was looking a bit confused, “what Jenni? I’d been on my own for a while before I met Mack.”

Jenni nodded and smiled, “just wondered when you’d become so bold. You were a quiet little thing before Mack turned up.”

“I’ve never felt so alive before, he’s quite passionate and adventurous.”

Trudy sniggered, “I’d have said you were the adventurous one that other afternoon.”

Jenni’s head shot around to where Trudy was sitting. “What?” Her eyes were wide with the anticipation of finding out what her sister-in-law had got up to.

Sophie hung her head, trying to suppress her drunken snorts. “You heard us?”

“Oh yeah, you and your indecent thoughts,” she laughed, before changing her stance and beginning to mimic Sophie’s voice, “how masterful you were, what you’d do to me if you had to tell me off, I was thinking about how I could get you to make love to me in this office.”

“Shit,” Sophie shook her head.

“They didn’t.” Jenni remarked.

Trudy nodded her head, “they did!”

“In the office,” Freda was agog.

“Mmm Mmm. In the office.” Trudy said, “Mack got me to hold all calls and visitors. There might be mirrored glass in that office but the walls are paper thin.”

“Who heard?”

“Martin and I, but don’t worry you did us a public service. We couldn’t wait to have each other either; we did it in the cupboard, on top of your suitcase.”

Everyone laughed, Sophie coloured, “my suitcase?”

“Yeah, bit uncomfortable but it did the job.”

“Glad it and … we … could be of service to you.”

“Anytime, boss. And if you’re thinking of doing it again, we’ll have to work out some kind of code.”

The door bell rang; Sophie was just about to get up, “who the hell is that?”

Julie got up quickly and pushed her back down, “I’ll get it.”

.oOo.

The intermingling scent of musk and flowers hit Mack’s nose as he entered the main bar of the club. It was dark with neon lighting and it had a slightly depressing atmosphere as he found his way over to the group of guys he had come out with. He took his seat, how anyone could feel good in a place like this, he didn’t know. They only made him feel awkward. So he’d had plenty of women as he’d sailed around the Med but that was different to this. This was women selling their bodies and he couldn’t quite get over that. He looked around, uncomfortable with his surroundings. All he really wanted right now was to be able to go home and ask his wife for his own private dance.

“There you go Mack,” Barney said as he pushed two pints across the table, “you’ve got some catching up to do.”

“Thanks,” he sipped at them, not wanting to get back into the state he’d been in previously. He sat back in the plush velveteen seating hoping that he could just be allowed to relax but the next thing he knew he was being escorted into a private room. The curtains were drawn behind him and he was left alone for a short while before a dinky brunette in a pink satin bikini, thigh high pink plastic stiletto boots and bunny ears entered the room and took charge.

“You look like a virgin?” She said, her accent distinctly eastern European. “Come here, I will not bite you. Much.”

He looked around him for an escape, “not sure I’m in the right place.”

“You are Mack, are you not?” He nodded, “then you are in the right place.”

“How much have they paid you?”

“Who?”

“The people I’m with, I guessed they paid for this.”

“I guess. £150.”

“What the bloody hell do I get for that?”

“A lap dance, a strip, you can not touch me though. You touch me, I leave the room.”

“How long would that normally last?”

“Twenty minutes.”

“£150 for 20 minutes work. Not bad. Look, I’m not really up for this, not that comfortable. I love my wife.”

“Many men love there wives and I still perform for them.”

“No, you don’t understand. There’s only one woman I want dancing in my lap and stripping for me …”

“Your wife. We do lessons here for pole and lap dances; maybe she would like to learn.”

“Yeah, maybe. I’ll speak to her about it. Could I just stay in here for a few more minutes and then go, I’ll tell them that, sorry what’s your name?”

“Vania.”

“I’ll tell them that Vania was a fantastic dancer. Never know you might get another punter out of it to come in here.”

“Thank you Mack. I’ll go then, it’s not often you see a man so devoted to his wife; she’s a very lucky woman. Leave when you are ready.”

She was soon gone again and Mack perched himself on the seat whilst he waited out his time. “I’m the lucky one, Vania.” He said into the void of the room. “Me, I’m so bloody lucky to have her.”

.oOo.

The house was in raucous laughter and vast amounts of cheering as the male stripper cheekily entertained the throng with his rendition of ‘you can leave your hat on.’ He was left in his hat and red Lurex thong as the closing bars of the song played out, he doffed his hat and proudly placed it over his genitals, pulling off the Velcro-ed thong and throwing it in Sophie’s direction. “You can keep that as a souvenir,” he winked at her, as she tucked it down her cleavage.

She rested her back against the sofa and watched some of the other girls chase the naked man around the room, attempting to get to his hat. Freda managed it, throwing the hat up into the air as the stripper ran around trying to get it back, his package still firmly kept into place with a natural coloured g-string. Sophie laughed so much that tears began to roll down her face. Trudy joined her, laughing along with her as she topped up her glass. “Sophie,” Trudy began, both falling against one another in their tipsy state. “I’m glad Mack’s got you to look after him. He needed someone that respected him and you do. Despite coming home late and us nearly all having the catastrophe of another divorce, you did everything for him. He’s so lucky to have you.”

“And I’m lucky to have him, Trudy.” She started to sadden, taking her time to get up from where she was sat and walk outside into the cool night. Trudy followed. “I only hope that I can keep him,” she said, tears welling in her eyes.

Trudy put her hands on Sophie’s shoulders, “what’s wrong?” She whispered.

“Nothing.” Sophie began. Trudy gave her a look of warning. “Mack will kill me.”

“Why?”

“Trudy, I promised not to worry about it but I can’t stop myself. I promised Mack I’d forget about it until after we got back from our holiday.”

“What?”

“Is this about the pregnancy thing again?” Jenni moved over to the two women as they stood in the middle of the lawn, the moon showering them in its ethereal glow. Sophie nodded.

“Are you pregnant?” Trudy asked, Sophie shook her head. “Oh, you’re like me then, can’t get pregnant.”

“You can’t get pregnant either?”

“No, seems we’re not blessed enough to have children. How about you?”

“I don’t know, Trudy. I’ve not seen anyone yet but I can’t seem to conceive, and it’s not like we haven’t been active.”

“No it sounds like it,” Jenni mocked.

“I couldn’t help myself; he looked so gorgeous and sexy.”

“Thanks for that mental image I now have,” Jenni smirked.

“Sorry. Mack seems to think that I’m putting too much pressure on myself.”

“You probably are, that’s what they told me first but I’ve been through everything, except IVF. We couldn’t afford it when the transport business went down, so we have to be thankful for what we’ve got, which is each other. We might adopt, but it’s so difficult to get a baby.”

“Oh, Trudy. I’m sorry.” Sophie and Trudy held onto one another, “when I come back we’re both going to face this thing, together. I’m going to go and see a doctor as soon as I’m back from France. We’ll be each other’s emotional punching bag, yes?”

It was Trudy’s turn to nod, “yes, ok. We’ll be there for each other.”

“Well, don’t know about you pair but I’m in serious need of another drink.” Jenni stalked back into the house, the other two joining her as soon as they felt ready.

.oOo.

In all fairness, Mack could honestly say he had had a good time. He and Steven clambered into a cab and arrived home sometime after 2 am. When they arrived, the house was in darkness and after locking up Steven and Mack held onto one another as they climbed the stairs to the first floor, shushing each other and trying to laugh as quietly as they could. They managed to open the bedroom door between them and Mack slipped inside holding onto the wall in order to keep upright.

Steven had closed the door behind him as Jenni crept down the stairs from the second floor. He turned to her, “should’ve been a bloody actor, you ready the cab’s still outside.”

“Sure they’re going to be ok.”

“They’ll be fine, drunken sex is as good as any other but at least we won’t have to hear it. They’ll probably both end up with one hell of a hangover tomorrow and have to go out in search of food but by the time we get back on Sunday sometime they’ll be over it.”

“Ok, come on then, I need my bed.” She pinched his bottom.

“Oi, saucy. I can’t wait to get you to that hotel.” They left the house as quietly as they could, picking up the waiting cab and driving off to their temporary home for two nights.

.oOo.

Mack got to the edge of the bed and sank down on to it, pulling at his clothes and leaving them in a pile on the floor. He could hear Sophie’s soft snoring as he gathered himself up and made his way into the bathroom. He closed the door not wishing to wake her up and put on the light, turning around in a giddy motion before planting his hands each side of the hand basin. He looked at himself in the mirror, his eyes were a little bloodshot but he’d been worse. He cleaned his teeth and as he put his toothbrush back he noticed a note wrapped around something red.

He picked it up, the red thong falling on the floor with a dull thud as he opened the note out. ‘Put these on and come and wake me, S, x’. If that was actually from her he’d be a monkey’s uncle ‘but,’ he thought, ‘might still be fun’. He picked up the thong stretching it out in front of his face, an eyebrow arched as he inspected the briefs. Gingerly, he picked each of his feet up in turn and stepped into the scant item, finally finding best fit. As he walked back to the door he caught a glimpse of himself in the full length mirror, thoughts of Sophie ripping the underwear from his body taunting him, his arousal evident as the Lycra expanded with him.

He opened the door and allowed the yellow glow of the light from the bathroom to flood into the bedroom beyond. After watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest he noticed she was wearing some kind of uniform, he moved onto the bed and with further inspection realised it was a police woman’s, his cock twitched, perhaps she’d arrest him for indecent exposure.

He lent into her, gently nipping and kissing at her mouth. She moaned at the sudden touches before finally awakening. “Oh, Mack. I’m so glad you’re back.” Her arms found their way around his neck and pulled him in for another kiss. “Did you have a good time? What did you get up to?”

“I drank, then I drank a bit more, then I was sick, then I drank a bit more, the guys paid for a lap dance but I didn’t have it.” He shook his head profusely hoping she’d understand him, “then I drank again and finally came home. How about you?”

“Pretty much the same kind of thing, I drank loads, I opened up some presents, we had a stripper and then I drank some more before passing out. Why didn’t you have the lap dance?”

“Because I told the girl that there was only one woman I wanted stripping for me and …” he growled at her, “sitting on my cock.”

“You didn’t.”

“No, I actually said give me a lap dance, but I expect if you give me a lap dance you’ll end up with me inside you at some point in time.”

“What did she say?”

“That they did lessons so you could learn some techniques; they do lessons for pole dancing too, apparently.”

“Would you like me to do that for you, one day?”

“Maybe, one day.”

“Looks like I could put some of that money to good use after all then. You’ll have to let me know where to go.”

“Is this one of the presents you were given?” He asked tugging at the black and white checked neckerchief. It came away in his hand, revealing a decent amount of cleavage and the top of her bust attempting to escape out from the very low cut V neck of the translucent blouse, the tiny satin pockets barely covering her nipples.

She sat up, a bit too quickly as her head arrived a little later than the rest of her. She looked down over her body, “shit, who the hell?”

“What?”

“Let’s put it this way, I passed out earlier in jeans and a t-shirt and now I’m in this, I guess the girls must have got me changed.”

“That would explain the note then.”

“What note?” She turned to look back at him, her eyes settling over the near naked form of her husband. “Jesus, you’re wearing …” She pointed to his crotch.

“Do you like,” slowly she smiled. “There was a note wrapped around them, ‘Put these on and come and wake me, S, x’.” He watched Sophie laughing, “what’s so funny?”

“I bet this has got something to do with Jenni and Trudy. I told them about the baby stuff, I bet this is their way of making sure I’m totally relaxed as you make love to me.”

“Oh, did you tell them anything else.”

“No, but the whole factory will probably know about our antics in the office the other week.”

“Why?” Mack’s eyebrows furrowed.

“Trudy and Martin heard us. She said we did them a favour though, they copulated on top of my suitcase by all accounts.”

Mack threw his head back into the pillows and laughed. “I’m glad we could be of service.”

“That’s what I said.”

“Did you enjoy the stripper?”

“Not really, he wasn’t you but considering your wearing his thong maybe you could do a strip for me?”

“I’m wearing his thong?”

“Relax; he was wearing a g-string under them.”

“Oh, that’s ok then. I was actually thinking that maybe you could arrest me?”

“What would you do to get released?”

“Anything you wished, why, did you get some other presents.” She nodded, noticing them on the bedside cabinet. She picked them up and put them on the bed next to him. He picked them up as both eyebrows arched this time. “A vibrator and some lubricant, oh these will definitely get me off with a caution.” He read the bottle, “have you seen this, this stuff claims to make your orgasm more intense, do you want to find out if it does.”

She slipped into character, taking on a distinctly south London accent. “Sir, I’ve come to arrest you on suspicion of owning some of the largest brothels in this part of town. I feel that it is my duty to rid the streets of scum like you, don’t let this uniform fool you, I’m not some weak female that’s just gonna fall at their knees and allow you to have his wicked way with me.”

He smiled, “Even if it’s going to be the best sex of your life, copper.”

“Mmm, I’d have to think about that. How good would it be?”

“Lets see if we can find out,” he was kneeling up and grabbed her around her waist, pulling her to him as he sunk his head to meet hers, his mouth seeking out hers and rolling his tongue around hers as their kiss intensified. His hands were over her back, and she sighed at the feel of them through the tight sheer fabric as they roved her hungrily, taking in every detail.

He pushed her down on to her back, straddling her and allowing his hands to roam over her chest, she shuddered, the cool satin brushing over her nipples as he sort them out with his fingertips and brought them to peaks. “I want this off, copper.”

“I’m powerless to refuse you anything,” she breathed out, as she watched him slowly undoing the buttons and opening up the blouse.

His hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs dancing over her buds, hearing her moans and groans as he continued working them, “you have the best pair of tits I’ve ever seen, copper and your nipples are extraordinary.”

“I might have to write that down and use it as evidence against you,” she managed. “Oh God, this is so good.”

He pulled the blouse from her and made short work of the wrap around skirt she was wearing as well. He was presented with the smallest g-string he’d ever seen Sophie wear and on closer inspection he realised they were crotchless, “seems that this copper, is a dirty little copper,” he let out, a finger tentatively tracing her crack. She bucked her hips, too far gone to even respond to him with words. “Is my dirty little copper enjoying herself?” She merely nodded, her hands reaching up above her head as he continued to work her.

He found the lube and squeezed some onto his finger, and after allowing her to open his legs up for him, rubbed the lubricant over her lips and her clit. “Ooh!” She murmured, “that’s so cold but so good.”

He dipped his finger in her, “you’re so wet, copper. Copper’s always seem tense and uptight to me, but not you, you dirty little cop girl.” He dipped in another and another, waiting for her to become accustomed to him, “how’s it feeling.”

“So good, my pussy’s on fire, rub it harder … scum.”

“Rub it? I’m done rubbing it. I’m having you, copper, right now.” He pulled at his thong letting it fall to the bed as he positioned himself over her, his tip teasing her entrance. She pulled a leg up and allowed him to rest his chest against it as she opened herself up further for him. “You want me, dirty girl,” she nodded, God did she want him. “Here I come, ready or not.” He smeared some more lube up his shaft, “so cool, so good,” he let out as he slid the whole of his penis into her. “Oh, copper, this is the best, isn’t it?”

“Yes, the best, scum. I want more, I want it harder.”

Mack dropped the act; he wanted to make sure Sophie was ok with everything. “You sure, Sophie,” he asked sedately.

“Yes, James, ride me harder, I’m so wet I just need you slipping in and out as hard and as fast as you can.” He did as he was bid, giving her everything that he had. “Oh god, this is so good, James, definitely the best so far.”

“Sophie, I’m not going to be able to hold on much longer.”

“Don’t worry, I’m starting to come.”

He felt the familiar sensation of her vagina clamping down around his length as he kept on slipping in and out of her incredibly wet passage. She began panting as her heart rate increased and she went over the edge, screaming his name out. He continued for a few seconds more before he pumped into her for one last time, gritting his teeth and calling her name out. He collapsed on top of her, “that was fantastic.”

“Yeah it was, my orgasm was incredible, that lube obviously worked. And maybe we should get tipsy a little more often. Oh shit.”

“What?” He pulled her over so that they were both lying on their sides facing one another.

“We’re going to start getting a reputation for ourselves we carry on like this.” He looked at her quizzically. “I hope Steve and Jenni didn’t hear us.”

He pulled her to him, kissing her, his body wracking with giggles he was attempting to stifle but failing with miserably. “I don’t mind anyone hearing us, but we might have to start charging for the public services we keep dishing out.”
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