*In which a middle-aged couple go away to rekindle their sex lives and spend some quality time with two young strangers.*
Six loud thuds shook the wall.
The weekend was half over and had already been a disaster. Joyce and Theo stopped arguing for a minute and glared at each other in mutual embarrassment while the muffled music – clearly meant to drown them out – played on next door. Theo did up his shirt buttons and pulled the duvet up to his waist, covering himself up. Joyce’s body language didn’t change; she rested comfortably on her side in her nightie, her right hand flat on the bed where he’d placed it after removing it from himself.
“For fuck’s sake, Theo” she whispered. “Why are we here, then?”
“I do want to have sex” he rasped back. “I just… I…” he flapped his hands, flustered. “I want it to happen naturally. I don’t like it when you try and force it.”
“Force it?” They had been kissing for fifteen minutes, and she’d touched his cock, attempting to stroke him hard. “I was touching you. That’s how it happens naturally, Theo.”
“I wanted to get hard naturally.” His voice bristled.