The first time was frenzied: clothes frenetically ripped off, minimal foreplay, urgent thrusting, noisy climax.

After some dozing, the next time was languid and tender: teasing nipple play, slow cock-sucking, crafty clit-licking, gentle anal-fingering, groaning simultaneous orgasms.

As they sipped some wine, he asked, “When will your husband be home?”

She tantalisingly licked his cock, so that it again hardened.

“Oh not for hours," she replied, lightly caressing his balls. “After a drink with his boring golf mates, your brother spends ages at the library preparing Sunday’s sermon. Now suck my clit and finger me, before you fuck me again.”