I was never quite sure what to make of Jackie. At times she could be so much fun, the life and soul of the party - and at others she could be such a bitch, a real pain in the ass. She was beautiful and she knew it - short blonde hair, always a nice tan and a slim petite body.
Maybe my problems with her only came to the surface when my husband, Andy, was around. She often told me what a good looking guy I had married and how she fancied him. And she always flirted with him when we were out with her and her husband Greg. Often I had to sit and watch Jackie and Andy dancing a slow set together - her laughing and flashing smiles over at me. Andy loved the attention and enjoyed her company but always assured me that I was the only woman for him.
I often wondered what Greg thought of it all. He always seemed very quiet and never seemed to mind the flirting that Jackie got up to.
At 39 I had been married for 14 years and generally my relationship with Andy was good. Our sex life was about average - whatever average is! I had never been unfaithful to him and had no reason to suspect that he was unfaithful to me. Despite my closeness to the age of 40 he still seemed happy with my short jet black hair, my reasonably trim body, my slightly sagging 36C boobs and my definitely plump bum.
We had never had children and I guess we had a good social life and plenty of friends. We were very comfortable with each other and had on occasion discussed other people and situations which had occasionally developed with others. These would be harmless situations that occasionally happen at parties after too much wine has been drunk. We had both had members of the opposite sex come on to us at parties in friends houses and at work related functions.
Our agreed rule - which sounds so mature! - was that a little kissing was considered harmless and that there was no problem with touching or being touched through clothing. Anything more than that was breaking the rules.
The 'rules' seemed to work OK and meant that we could both relax and have fun when we were out without upsetting the other. Not that either of us went looking for it, but it just meant when alcohol took over we could have fun without a feeling of guilt and in the knowledge that we were not harming our own relationship. In my mind I justified it by comparing myself with many of my friends who had succumbed to the odd snog at a Christmas party with a colleague and still lived in fear of their husbands finding out.
As a result on a few occasions I had enjoyed passionate kisses with a number of guys from work and with the husbands of some of my friends. These were generally drunken exchanges in the back garden at a party or in dark kitchens. It was usually a thrill feeling a different man pressing hard against me, his tongue in my mouth while he squeezed my breasts through my top.
Only once had I broken our 'rules'. It was a New Years Eve party in a friends house. The host had followed me to the bathroom and after locking the door we had a long deep kiss during which he pulled down the zip on the front of my top and his hands roamed all over my bare breasts. I felt guilty afterwards and never confessed to Andy, but consoled myself with the view that he more than likely had crossed the line at least once himself.
Anyway, back to Jackie, blonde and beautiful. It was a Saturday night and we had Jackie and Greg and another couple, Mandy and Jeff over to our house for a meal. The evening went well and they all seemed to enjoy the food and drank plenty of wine.
At around midnight Mandy & Jeff had to call a taxi to get home to their babysitter and Andy and I saw them off.
When we returned to the front room Jackie was sitting on the floor, flicking through our CD's before putting one in the machine. We sat, drank more wine and listened to the music as we chatted.
Then Jackie pulled Andy up and started to dance with him and I once again found myself watching their flirting. When a slow number came on she pulled him close to her and they moved together, whispering and giggling. They stopped at the end of the track then Andy pulled me up to dance and Jackie pulled Greg to her.
It was another slow number and as we moved together I felt immediately that Andy was hard. I smiled, teased him quietly about the effect she had had on him. I glanced over at the others dancing together, their lips locked together, his hands on her bum moving her against him.
It was quite a sensual atmosphere and I was enjoying it and let Andy kiss me deeply and move with me.
After a few tracks like that, Jackie suggested that I let her have another 'turn' with my 'gorgeous husband'. Before I could answer she was in his arms and I let Greg hold me and begin to move in time to the music. Greg appeared hesitant but as we danced I was watching Jackie. She was moving seductively against Andy, very obviously enjoying the feel of his hardness against her. Then as I watched she asked was it OK to kiss my husband. Andy just smiled and shrugged and before I could answer she had planted her lips on his.
My emotions were scrambled as I watched the kiss develop and their mouths opening. I turned away - jealous and confused. In response I moved closer to Greg and to my surprise realised that he too was aroused. I looked at him, smiled then moved my hips sensually against him. He responded by moving his hands on to my bum, pulling me tighter against him and kissing my throat as we moved together.
I didn't stop him when he kissed my lips and soon our tongues were probing each others mouths.
The CD finished and the silence caught us all unawares and I think we were all a bit surprised by what had happened. We all seperated and I went to the kitchen to get some more wine, while the others sat down again. We sat for a while and chatted, getting slowly more drunk.
Jackie went off to the bathroom and when she came back she put on another smoochy CD and intead of sitting back with Greg she planted herself on Andy's knee and put her arms around his neck.
The flirting started again and she was suggesting to me that I sit on Greg's knee. To shut her up I wobbled across the room and sunk down on to his lap on the settee. This seemed to keep her quiet because she turned her attention to Andy and after more whispering and giggling they restarted the passionate kissing that had been interrupted previously. I wasn't going to be left out and soon Greg and myself were kissing again.