Joe Seaman eased himself alongside his wife under the bedcovers.
Their bed was so narrow they were almost forced into each other's arms. Not that Joe minded. They'd only been married for three months and they were madly in love. He pressed his lips to hers in the dark. He found that Lucy was already wet and willing.
He rucked up the hem of her nightdress and slid on top of her. Within moments his hard prick was buried inside her velvety warmth. Lucy hadn't got pregnant yet but they both knew it was only a matter of time. He was gentle but firm, thrusting as deep into her as he could. His mum had assured him that depth was the best way.
The year was 1923 and Joe had spent this fateful day down the pit as usual. He was almost 20yrs old now and felt ready to take on the responsibilities of being a dad. Not that he'd ever had a father himself. His mum had brought him up on her own. She'd scrimped and saved and done everything to give him as good a start in life as possible.
One day, Joe was going to repay his mum. He wasn't sure how exactly, but he just would. He was going to make something of himself. And not just of himself, but of his kids, and their kids, and of their kids too.
Lucy pushed her hips up to meet him. One or two of his mates down the pit moaned about their missuses just lying there. Well, Lucy wasn't like that. She always met him halfway. Her warm lips sought out his own as they both built a fierce rhythm together, faster and faster, their slick skin now damp against the uncomfortable mattress.
Joe hadn't needed to discover what his mates called 'the facts of life' from vulgar jokes down the mine. Instead, his mum Emily had told him everything she knew. He was aware she'd once worked as a maid in a posh house before Joe born but she never talked to him about that. Instead, she promised there was a sealed letter inside a locked box for him to read one day. But only after she'd passed away.