On the night of her 40th birthday, Claudia committed adultery for the first time, succumbing to temptation at last. A couple of times over the years she'd come perilously close to falling prey to a smooth-talking guy with everything else in place, ready for her to yield and forsake her marriage vows.
Earlier in the night close friend Brigit Stevens had told her Eva Mackey seemed to be eyeing up Joey, Claudia's husband.
"People are becoming drunk so anything could happen," said Brigit, who was hosting the party.
"What on earth would Joey see in her?"
"Big tits darling, the same as most men."
"But they hang like melons."
"I know but apparently some guys like getting into the melon patch. Just watch them, that's all I'm saying.
Two hours later, swaying where she was standing to cool down in the night air, Claudia was joined by Jim Mackey.
"Hi, I've come out looking for Eva."
"Haven't seen her," Claudia said, who had not noticed Joey around. "Are you going to give me a birthday kiss?"
"Yeah sure honey, I did that earlier but with you one is not nearly enough."
Jim kissed her and placing a hand over a breast kissed her again.
Claudia placed her hand over his to keep it there.
"Are you sure you don't mind."
"No of course not Jim. What about a quickie?"
Jim leant back to look at her in the dim light.
"Are you kidding?"
"No. It's my birthday. Take me to the side porch."
Claudia hoped they wouldn't find Eva and Joey there but it was clear.
"How do you want it?"
"Inside me."
"No I mean... oh it doesn't matter."
They kissed messily, neither of them sober and then he said, "Lift your skirt up as high as your hips."
Jim then lifted her without too much effort and instructed, "Pull your panties to the side and then steer it in. Bend your back and I'll push you gently against the wall but hold your hips out so I get a good angle. May I shoot inside you?"
"Oooh, yes please."
They struggled away inelegantly and then it was time. She came first followed very closely by Jim when she squeezed him repeatedly with her vaginal muscles.
Jim put her down and said, "Christ Claudia, you should be working at sex professionally. Even since I've know you I've yearned to sink one inside knew and thought you'd be good, but not that good."
Claudia was stunned. Here was someone claiming she was good at sex whereas her husband proclaimed the opposite, telling her she was taking too long, not moving her ass and not banging back at him hard enough.
The truth about that hit her. She had no idea how good or bad she really was, having only the one yardstick until now when the second authority had complimented her. And was Joey good, bad or average? If she had a few other men she could sort that out.
She imagined Joey attempting to fuck her standing up. He wouldn't be as strong as Jim so they would be staggering all over the place until he thudded her against the wall and then would he have managed to hold her while pumping? Perhaps but she thought no way would he have been as stable and as smoothly pumping as Jim. Christ, what a time to be thinking about sorting this out, eighteen years after their marriage and two kids later! Stop thinking about it girl.
Claudia had to drive home because Joey claimed he was too drunk. He also stank of sex.
"I'm shot," he said deceptively without saying what had eroded his strength.
She decided not to ask directly had he been fucking Eva. "I noticed Eva eyeing you a number of times, quite intently in fact."
"Who?"
"Eva Mackey."
"Oh her."
"Well you two went missing around the same time."
There was a pause and then Joey said carefully, "We decided to go out for fresh air."
Well that was as good as admitting they'd fucked. "Oh that was a good idea, it became so stifling inside with so many people. But it was a very good evening don't you think."
"Yeah a great birthday party. Look we got a couple away this morning for your birthday. Do you mind if we miss tonight. I said I feel shot."
