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her hands, when washing him down, seemed so small and delicate up against his oversized body.

    She loved his body. His muscles were from sport and good genes rather than from mindless and, inherently vainglorious, work in the gym. He had a swimmer’s body, though he was bulkier in the thigh from his rugby and tennis.
    Emma was washing his stomach when she noticed that David was not quite done with her. She ran a soapy hand through his pubic hair and grabbed hold of his solid, erect penis.
    ‘What’s this then?’ she asked.
    ‘A present,’ he said.
    ‘You did miss me.’
    ‘I told you so,’ he said.
    David was, of course, completely ignorant of Emma’s concerns about Mark downstairs. He turned his wife around, then pressed her against the tiled wall and fucked her hard and fast, gripping her hips and pummelling her like a devil.
    Judging by his wife’s moans David was not long in finding a rhythm that suited them both. Slow deep strokes were to be preferred with the occasional thrust upwards to drag from Emma the much loved Fuck! which grew louder and louder, till she screamed the word out regardless of the consequences.

TEN
    An hour passed by in the blink of an eye. They had been loud! Very, very loud! They lay on opposite sides of the bed. David was heaving deep breaths. His skin was wet and hot to touch, he was burning up, his muscles had been fried by the sweet demands of his girl. Emma lay, head thrown back over the opposite end of the bed, eyes closed, body still tense, legs clenched, the final wave of pleasure still with her. With release came a deep sigh. Emma relaxed so thoroughly she almost toppled off the bed. She was a slinky now, a breeze, a breath. Everything was still and silent.

    She was not dead, for surely death never felt so good, but she was immobilised. She certainly had the look of the dead. She lay as she fell, sprawled out in the puddle of their lovemaking. She was momentarily complete.
    Usually, in the aftermath, Emma would crave David’s touch, but today she truly needed nothing. All her thoughts were informed by one desire and that desire concerned three individuals. She had mingled the previous night, morning and afternoon with her delirious, very recent past. Sally and David were caught up in a whirlwind of desire that cut a swathe through her mind. All too soon she was incomplete again.
    She opened her eyes. The sound of the surf, absent till now, filled the room. She expected the room to have been darker than it was. David had got up and was in the shower, she soon realised. She saw the small, barely perceptible vapours of steam carrying the brighter light of the en suite with them through the open door. They stopped as soon as she heard David turn off the shower.
    David stepped back into the room. He was naked.
    ‘Oooh my, what a sight! Come here, you great hunk,’ she said, being funny.

    ‘Back, woman! We have to get downstairs. What will they think of us?’
    ‘Listen to yourself! You stand there like Hercules and prattle on like a tea lady.’
    He laughed. ‘We were very noisy. Do you know if these walls are soundproof?’
    ‘We’ll soon find out. They’ll be sure to make a joke of it. I suppose we should go down.’
    ‘So you’ve had fun?’ asked David, having stepped into his boxer shorts. He pulled on his beige pants and shook a dark blue shirt before putting that on too.
    ‘I’ve had a ball. Sally and I have done absolutely nothing. That’s not true, I wrote you a story one day. But most of the time I read while Sally lay in the sun. In fact, we’ve become nudists. You’d have loved being a fly on the wall.’
    ‘Nudists. Great. My week was lousy without you, babe,’ he said, sitting on the edge of the bed.
    ‘Poor baby, that settles it then. Buy this house and the three of us will live up here.’
    ‘You, me and Sally?’ he asked, and stretched out on the bed.
    ‘Absolutely. You’ll be a god to us.’
    ‘This is sounding obscene. Will it be