“Nervous?”

“Yes…aren’t you?”

“Yes l am, and excited, we’ve talked about this for so long.”

“Twenty years,” Jane replied, “we’ve talked about it for twenty years, ever since Paul was born really.”

“No second thoughts?” Brian asked, “it’s not too late to change your mind.”

“Are you sure l’m not too old?” she asked, “all the ones we see on the internet doing it are a lot younger than me.”

“Yes but l reckon a lot of those are set ups, you’ve read the blogs as well as me Jane, there are plenty of women your age and older doing it.”

“I know,” she replied, “and l know how excited we both get when we talk about it but talking and doing are a world apart, you are sure you want to see me doing to…you won’t hate me after?”

“Of course l won’t,” he replied, reaching over and patting her knee, “you know how hard l get when we talk about it, you always say l screw you better when we role play.”

“I know…..you do…..and l always have stronger orgasms, l suppose it’s just nerves now that we’ve actually made the decision to do it. You don’t think l’m too fat do you?”

“Jesus Jane,” he laughed, “you’ve been asking that question for years, you are not fat you have a great figure, l’ve seen the way men look at you at the beach, bloody hell Jane we are both nearly fifty and you have the body of a thirty year old.”

“My boobs are sagging,” she said.

“Your tits are beautiful,” he replied, “of course they are going to sag a bit, they are big and heavy, but they still have a great shape and they move beautifully when you walk, you know l love your tits, l love it when you wear low cut dresses, l see men trying to look down your dress when you bend over, you know how many times l’ve wanted you to go topless on the beach.”

“I know, and l admit l have been tempted, even now l get wet thinking about it.”

“Let me feel,” he said, sliding his hand over her thigh, pushing under her coat.

“Stop it,” she giggled, pushing his hand away, “keep your hands on the wheel before we end up in the ditch.”

“Knowing you’ve got nothing on under that coat is making me so hard,” he replied, “l’d like to stop somewhere and shag you. Let me see your tits.”

“No!…..keep your mind on your driving,” she replied, holding her coat tight against her. “How much further is it?….Are you sure there will be someone there?”

“About ten minutes,” he replied. “According to the website Friday nights are the best so there should be a few.”

“God l’m trembling thinking about it,” she said, “you are sure it’s safe aren’t you?”

“Well in all the blogs we’ve read no-one has ever mentioned any trouble,” he replied. “Don’t worry, if there’s any sign of trouble, or if you’re not happy, we’ll be out of there and we’ll never do it again.”