The wedding was two weeks away. Alan and Susan, our friends, were staying over. Not unusual. Hubby was asleep in our matrimonial bed. Susan was sleeping in the spare room. I was undressed for bed when I realised I hadn't locked the door. Entering the kitchen, I saw Alan.

He gazed at me before kissing me fiercely and whispering, “Take your robe off.” He touched my breasts through the thin material, pressing his length and arousal against me, lighting fires that had gone out. My husband was to be his best man.

Alan was hoping to be my best man!