Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start

[ocean]

My apologies for the late response. A cautionary tale.
I’ve had a bit of a problem, now resolved. Cause: my own stupidity/folly.

It was drawn to my attention that at least one of Dawn’s images had been put on the open web. I knew the source. He was the only one to whom I had given the images and trusted.

In the early 2000’s and up till lockdown, I had been exchanging images of our wives with a good and trusted friend who lives locally, and with whom I served for 4 years which makes it all the harder. On Monday evening I went to his home, and asked to speak privately. We went to his study, where I confronted him about sharing this sensitive and confidential material. Denial at first. I told him I had not shared these images with anyone else. He eventually came clean and admitted he had shared/traded them but without naming Dawn or I (as if that was alright), despite Dawn’s face being clearly identifiable. Completely against what we had agreed and the spirit. Angry, sick, massively disappointed in him and myself, I felt all of them.

I demanded to see them on his laptop. He opened it, on screen were 12 folders with surnames under each, I knew 5 of them. Opening mine, to show Dawn’s images over 20 years. I asked him to open some of the others, which showed various more intimate images than I had shared (mine were tits and bums, this you might call amateur porn) complete with dates, names etc..

I handed him a memory stick and instructed him to download all of them and delete them. He baulked at this, I handed him an A4 envelope with hard copy prints he had given me of his wife Jane, which he had shared with me over the years. The implication was clear; she would kill him, as would Dawn to both of us. After confirming deletion, I left asking him not to contact me, in the ‘service’ betrayal is the worst thing a man can do. I have lost a good friend. But learned a salutary lesson. Oh, why can’t life be simple?

I haven’t told Dawn. Fear, embarrassment, consideration for Dawn? Cowardice comes to mind.

After thoughts of closing this account, (horse and bolted came to mind), I realised images posted on OHW are anonymous, our identities unknown so a lot safer. Although several well meaning members have approached me for meetings, this is not possible from Dawn’s point of view.
I have decided to carry on and compose the report of the weekend in Portugal - to infinity and beyond.

Now you can tell me what a pratt I've been, I accept it.

[Yorkguy]

Blimey Ocean, that's some betrayal! Still,.better finding out now, before you shared any more. Lesson learned as you say.

Onwards!

[Late]

Having to question your own judgement sucks. Losing a good friend can be devastating; until you realize that he obviously wasn't the friend you thought he was. From personal experience, when you realize you didn't lose that friendship because you really never had it, life gets better. At least you are no longer putting effort into something that wasn't real to begin with. Thanks for not throwing all of us out with him.

I won't try to speak for others; I can only say that I am enjoying the journey you are taking and that you are willing to share some of it with us.

Late

[ResponsibullCummings]

The betrayal is unfortunate. His denial just made it worse. You took care of it as best as was possible. With so many images available online hopefully no one that knows Dawn will see it and ask h about it. If anyone that knows her sees it hopefully they just think they have found an image of someone that looks like her and never mention it. Thanks for deciding to continue on here.

[venus-can99]

So sorry to hear that your trusted friend betrayed you. Based on the post I gather that Dawn is not aware that you had shared initimate images with your now ex-friend? Hopefully the deletion is complete and that there is no backup anywhere or they cant be recovered. Hope we get to read more of your posts and see some of Delightful Dawn's pictures (if you feel safe in doing so)

[ocean]

Saturday; The girls went into Faro while Pete and I sat around his pool drinking and talking. He brought the subject round to Sue. She lost interest, no imagination and let herself slip. I did wonder what effort he’d made, but didn’t say anything. He admitted to spice things up, they go to some of the swapping parties in the village, mainly wealthy ex-pats, footballers and the like, it was the only time she came to life but he’d not seen her ‘in action’, just reports. He started asking some personal questions about Dawn, was she as ‘lively’ as she appeared? Had she had her tits done? Were we swappers? I answered quite honestly that she was a lot of fun, ‘God had given her the tits’ her phrase. We weren’t swappers per-say , but we gave each other a certain latitude, which he pounced on. Thankfully we were interrupted by the girls arriving home weighed down by bags of clothes and shopping, a very much happier and more animated Sue. Presumably they’d talked too.

Dawn and I discussed ‘the boys night out’ she was seriously pissed off. Her mood caused her to spend the afternoon around the pool topless, very small white bikini bottoms showing a distinct camel toe. I just smiled to myself, knowing she was punishing Pete. Sue wore a very nice brown bikini. Lovely figure. During the outing Dawn had discovered that Sue had a boy friend tucked away for when Pete was in the UK (2 weeks of the month), maybe not so boring after all We both agreed, we couldn’t live like that, our way was better.

Time for the night out, Sue said they’d go the bar in the village. We met Jorge at his restaurant for a few drinks then on to the club. I say club, it was a single floor, 3 large room building down a sandy track, 2 big bouncers on the door who knew Jorge and Peter. Inside, it was ‘mood lit', nice night club with well heeled guests as well as some obvious girls, who also knew the guys, and were soon around for free drinks. It was also a venue for the swap parties.

As I half expected, Dawn had snapped. ‘Fuck this!’ ‘ Do you know where this club is?’ ‘Let’s get dressed up.’ Sue, inhibitions buoyed up by Dawn and a couple of wines, said she did know and let’s do it..

They pitched up at the door, and after a bit of flirtatious nonsense, the 'very strict' membership requirements were waived. In came the girls. Dawn wore a silky cream coloured, buttoned short shirt dress, unbuttoned well below the bust, showed lots of cleavage, and couldn’t hide her pokie nipples. Susan was wearing one of Dawn’s dresses, short, red, sleeveless and cut low at the front, nice tits. She looked amazing, out of her comfort zone.

I wasn’t surprised when I saw the girls come in and had to stifle a laugh, the others hadn’t seen them as yet; they were deep in ‘conversation’ with several attractive and rather 'unreserved'' women. The girls seated themselves at a table in the corner ordered drinks, before Dawn could get her purse out, they were payed for. Couple of good looking 40something smoothies had moved in. I sat, just watched the drama unfold. All quicker than I expected.

About 15 minutes in, I asked Peter to sit with me at the table and pointed out the action on the other side of the club. He was confused, then I think he was going to kick off. I put my hand on his, said, ‘wait, just sit and enjoy the show. They don’t know we’re here. This is what Dawn and I do all the time’. So we sat and watched. Dawn had in fact spotted us when she walked in, but didn’t acknowledge, Sue’s head was elsewhere. A couple of times I saw Dawn look out of the corner of her eye.

More drinks, the four joined the other dancers on the floor, (the slow ones, both girls had too much unrestrained boob in motion for the fast ones). As expected, roaming hands started, well, roaming. Sue really got into it, matey had his hand on one boob over her dress and the other on her arse, swaying to the beat. Her arms round his neck and his tongue down her throat. Dawn’s guy was braver, his hand inside the unbuttoned front of her dress, squeezing her bare boob, the other pressing into the crack of her arse over her dress. Peter was mesmerised. I asked if he was ok? He muttered, This is great. What they’re doing, I should hit him. But I’ve got a fucking great hard on. I laughed to lighten the moment. ‘Let’s see if Sue tells you tomorrow’. Will Dawn? ‘Usually while she’s shagging me’. They’d moved back to their quiet corner for the fondling to begin in earnest, each on one of the many sofa’s, we moved for better line of sight, hopefully without being seen. Peter got the first view of Dawn’s knicker-free backside as matey pulled her skirt up so he could get his fingers between the cheeks of her arse. Peter’s face was a picture, especially as Sue’s guy’s hand had now disappeared up her skirt. In the low light, music, dancing, people milling, groping on sofas. No-one gave a fuck. Everyone was having a good time.

We watched for another half hour and I suggested we make a strategic withdrawal, he laughed, that’s what these 2 jokers’ll be doing later. I drove back to the villa, a large brandy and a discussion. He thinks he now understands how addictive our hobby must be. It’s troubling; but it's exciting at the same time. I explained Dawn had a couple of fwb who I wasn’t involved with, and I had a ‘friend’. How do Dawn and you get on? ‘Closer than ever. She fucks me regularly, I can have other women and we’re not looking over our shoulders. Beside telling each other only adds to the excitement. Took a while but it really is a load of fun’.

We talked till 2am. Yes, he wanted to try it, but would Sue agree? (She’d be able to legitimise her extra’s). ‘Ask her, Pete. She seemed hot tonight, I’m pretty sure it will catch her imagination’. I’m going to bed, Dawn will ‘de-brief’ me later, let me know how you guys get on? I texted Dawn, told her Pete was hot but suggested Sue tell him about tonight to carry it through.

Sunday. The girls got in around 3, I was fast asleep. In the morning, Dawn told me the night was a success. She gave her bloke a great handjob, although he wanted more and Sue admitted to a blowjob, though Dawn thinks she fucked him. She did advise Sue to offer up last night's action to Pete.
We went down to breakfast - wondering. Sue and Peter were making breakfast together, touching, occasional kiss. Looks like Peter may have cracked it, Sue must have told him and fucked him. We had a brief chat in the afternoon, he actually thanked me, all went well. Sue, although shocked he’d seen her, at first tried to blame Dawn, admitted to blowing the guy and then blew him, which he thought a good start as they were rare. He’d keep me in the loop. The day was spent in the villa drinking, chatting. Pete and Sue were all loved up, so we went to pack. Sue very chummy with Dawn. Early start, 8am at Faro airport.

Monday midday got home. Dawn went to the office, I rang in and was going in. Unpacking - I did it once, messed it up, now banned so Dawn insists on doing it, so left it. Same with a few other things at home - curious that.
Dark cloud over me. I’ve got some clearing down to do this evening after work, not looking forward to it one bit. If I’m right, it all goes against the grain. I feel bad, but best I keep it away from Dawn.

[boobman987]

Grief Ocean, that’s horrible! How could so called friends exploit your confidences and friendship for some strange pleasure?

As Venus-can says, best to check with your ex-pal that he doesn’t have copies stored in the cloud or on another back-up device, USB stick or CD.

I along with your other followers and can we call ourselves your friends? am glad that you have decided to continue with your and Dawn’s adventures.

With Dawn ‘vetting’ the pictures you post, you can be assured that she knows what is being shared and she has the power of veto over those identifying pictures.

Your conclusion to your Portuguese holiday has probably relaunched Pete and Sue’s relationship. Your steadying arm when Dawn and Sue were exacting their revenge on you showed Pete the fun to be had by watching.

Good luck getting back into work mode and special thoughts when you do your ‘clearing down’!

[MustBeDenied2]

With the advancements in AI and deepfakes, it won’t be long before you can plausibly claim that any image is fake.

MBD

[54321]

She said, ‘I feel so alive, why didn’t you suggest this sooner?’ I knew it would be my fault.

54321

[skoot1958]

ocean, this was a bad thing, no getting round this, I do not see anything good coming out of you tell Dawn, she is not going to change her lifestyle but she is going to be very pissed with you, you both have opened up your lifestyle to friends, Pete/ Sue plus others in your friendship circle, it is only a matter of time before more people know, anyway so what it’s not important

If Dawn was out with someone and meet someone you both know, she can just fount it out, they would just think Dawn is having an affair, as for the photos, yes AI is very powerful, just say not me

On a more positive note, in the UK we have very strong laws, search for Dawn image (user Google image search use Dawn face only) then contact the site admin and ask for them to be removed, they will remove the image, remind the X friend of the change on the law this year, the first case of publishing intermit photographs without permission was a few weeks ago, he want to main for 6 months, just nail it down with him

He most likely still has copies backups nothing you can do

[ocean]

** Thank you one and all for your support, yet again.
54321 - It's always our fault!!!!!
Skoot - only Peter/Sue are aware and they are predominately Portugal based and not in our circle of friends. Our DIL, that was a mistake, in my view, but the amount she is actually aware of is limited, only assumptions. She appears to have bonded with Dawn and there is a very limited risk (I hope). We keep it it away from our circle of friends, our village and our places of work, to the best of our ability - but…
’Take nothing for granted” a good maxim.

Being in IT myself and having experts to hand to advise/discuss re: AI, they and I are terrified with the implications and the rapid development of AI. Devastation waiting to happen, in my view.

As for my old buddy; I think he’s probably feeling bloody stupid. I don’t think he did anything deliberate other than offer swaps for his particular ‘kink’ and I don’t think it was him who posted the images, but they got out there. I stood over him, supervised while he deleted all of the images of not only Dawn but the others. I re-checked and took away copies of them all to use as leverage over him in case the urge returned. He’s burned his boats. He’s a pratt, but… ’Take nothing for granted”. It is what it is.

[skoot1958]

As an IT man myself, I full agree, AI is a power and problem, I now give AI a passage and tell it to write me 1000 words on a subject, then edit the output, saves me days of work, in most case AI works very well, you do need to know your subject, to be good editor, with all good tech there is a dark side we have yet to fully see, I remember talking about the internet and fraud 20 years ago and all the productions have come to pass

You understand image searching and process to have images taken down, for the rest “take nothing for granted” is a good approach and yes Dawn was silly with DIL, but that’s not an argument you will every win, and woman can work in a different plan to use poor silly men

[ocean]

Thursday. I got home around 6, pretty good day as the week got better. Dawn arrived shortly afterwards. Moaning she has to go in early tomorrow to finalise her first ‘month-end business roundup report’ and prepare to present it to the Board on Monday morning via Teams or something. In June, her first quarterly presentation, will be face to face in London with Philip rubbing his hands with glee (he hopes over Dawn’s tits, slimy bastard). The outgoing old boy is supposed to be helping her with this one before he retires at month end, some help, she thinks she’ll have to go in Saturday early as well to finish off. Great weekend.

To ease things she asked me, how did I feel about a hot bath with a hot woman? Ooh, Yes please, who is she? Ignored my efforts as a comedian, a big kiss she picked up her Boots bag with her new razor and headed to our bathroom. New razor? Obviously expecting a close inspection. I poured a large malt just a splash of water, a gin & tonic and ran the bath with nice smelly salts (no short change here) in the family bathroom which has a bit more room. Walking in naked, she climbed in, put her arms round my neck, kissed me, tongues and all, told me I was wonderful. Maybe just a quick feel, yes, smooth as a baby’s bum. I looked down - fabulous tits, too. A warm room, hot bath and Dawn. Periscope up. She turned over and lay on her back, head against my chest. A lovely boob in one hand, stroking a very silky pussy with the other, just shootin the breeze. Pure bliss. Chinese and bed.

2.30, I’m shaken awake. Are we being burgled, does she want another shag? No. She can’t sleep worrying about Monday. So she thought perhaps I wouldn’t want to sleep either, seems logical? So cup of tea in the kitchen at 3am, listening to her concerns on how she’s going to fuck it all up. ‘Bring the presentation home and we’ll do loads of practice. It’s what I do’. ‘You’re uber confident with other people in other circumstances (so to speak), so be confident in the office with other people, you know them, you know you’re subject inside out’. Happier now, we can go to bed.
To sleep perchance to dream. As Bill Shakeshaft so eloquently put it.

Friday morning, a very tired and subdued Dawn left for the office to do her bit. After seeing she was ok, I left for my office, knackered (all these night activities - we’re not young anymore). At least I could lock myself in my office and grab an hours sleep; she can’t, she’s got the outgoing guy helping her put the presentation together. Some help! She’d heard about his performances. I was going to suggest dinner out tonight but I think an early night for both.

[ocean]

Saturday This morning; I got on with household tasks. Dawn slipped on a short, simple, button-front denim dress with white trainers, dab of perfume, kiss for luck. 8am off to the office to do the final check and tie up loose ends her way. It was her first so it had to be right. Check twice, present once. (actually it’s measure twice, cut once - the real builders term)

Around 4pm she rolled in. ‘must be a big presentation?’ Grinning from ear to ear she apprised me of the days developments; in the office 8.30. 10ish she heard the main office door bang. She knew no-one else was in, she’d locked it behind her when she came in, so she got up from behind her desk as Philip walked into her office. A surprise indeed, it certainly wasn’t planned or she said she’d have worn something more glam. He’d driven all the way over from Haywards Heath to help her, she said she was so touched (and soon would be). He said he didn’t have a lot of faith in that ‘demob happy old codger’. After the usual tongue-tango and grope they made coffee in the kitchen and he assessed her progress adding a few bits here and there, this is where experience counts for so much. (Damn, did I just give the clown a compliment?)

Philip’s advice when she took over; make only a few changes to begin with; well, she’d him that she had put two solicitors in the old codger’s big office, freeing up a room as a 2nd interview room. She’d kept her old office and secretary, who she trusted. He grinned, said he was pleased she’d kept the brown leather chesterfield sofa in reception, very deja vu. Put his arms around her, unbuttoned her dress, slipped it off, surprised and delighted there was nothing underneath and put the sofa to the same use they had done together a few years ago, for a few years. She said his tongue seemed so good inside her, his attention to her pussy soon brought results (as you know, she refers to it out loud as her cunt). He bent her over the chesterfield and fucked her to their mutual satisfaction. Sucked him hard again, she mounted him and rode him, squeezed him with her cunt muscles while sliding up and down his cock, he chewed happily on her nipples as he squeezed her arse cheeks. She said she definitely felt him cum, ‘fucking gallons’. A little respite and she climbed up his body and returned his cum onto his belly, as she got off him, ha-bloody-ha. A visit to the loo for both - mopping up procedures. (So, fucked twice and blown once, same principle I suppose). They dressed and he took her to lunch.

After lunch, they sat in her car, big kisses, hand inside her very unbuttoned dress. (Looks like the handshake is a thing of the past). He wished her good luck for Monday, nothing to worry about. He laughed, if there’s a problem you could always flash your tits at Frank. She laughed, ‘That fucking perv. Hmm, maybe?’ I take it you won’t be telling the barbarian I was here? ‘No, I won’t’, Good, the less he knows, the better. (wanker). Wet kiss and bye.

After a little re-union of our own and a quick breakdown of her day; we did some presentation practice till dinner time, she soon got the idea and confidence was restored, plus she had the top man backing her.
It's simple; Know the contents; Tell - Show - Tell. Tell them what you’re going to show them. Show them. Tell them what you’ve shown them. Plus a few other tricks. Just believe in yourself.

As we were still recovering from the tiredness of the yesterday’s 3am panic attack, it is an early night. A lovely long lazy bonk while she gave me a full re-run of randy Philip’s surprise appearance and I want a re-re-run in the morning as well, (it is Sunday). I do love this woman - often and regularly.

As I was out of bed and in the kitchen, so I thought I’d run this and yesterdays journal off for you. While Dawn gently snores. We’ve got the kids tomorrow for lunch. Going to be interesting.

[handcannon540]

Thanks for the update O!

But man, betrayal is rough. Nothing else to do than cut him off. Trust was broken and can't come back from that.

[54321]

She came back, sat down, her skirt riding higher, he quickly put his hand between her parted thighs, she even moved forward in her seat. He must be touching her pussy now, I couldn’t clearly see that far. Now she’s kissing him, and rubbing his cock, I’d say he is definitely fingering her, the way she is twitching. Temperatures gone up a notch for all of us, and it’s not the fire. She was playing it for all it’s worth and was revelling in this in front of me.

And you had a ringside seat! How thrilling! D is taking to this like a duck to water!

54321

[venus-can99]

Hope you’re having a wonderful weekend with the kids and DILs. Should be interesting with Nuata

[boobman987]

What a lovely pair of updates Ocean, thank you.

I’m sure Sunday’s family meal will be just the relaxing tonic Dawn needs before Monday’s presentation. An early night tonight after one last run through tonight and she’ll smash it! Afterwards I’m sure Philip will take her for a nice lunch with extras.

It’ll be interesting to know if Nuala confides in Dawn on what she’s been doing?

Are you going to be able to meet up with Michelle this week?

[54321]

I am most definitely not a golfer, I don’t even have a set of bats.

54321

[ocean]

Sunday; kids joined us for lunch.
Over a few beers the guys told me how they’re getting on at work. I was already up to speed but let them tell me, so they didn’t think I was checking up on them, which I had. Each is assigned a 6 monthly departmental attachment, James in service support, Mike in accounts, both seem interested even excited. After 6 months all change for a different department, learn the business from the ground up. It will make them better leaders for when I do step back. Definitely a spring in their step. Positive.

The Coven; I thought Dawn looked great in a powder blue, fleecy cotton loose track suit and trainers (all covered up but without a bra), really nice, smart casual, as the girls aren’t famed for dressing up smart. That said; Mike and Nuala arrived. wow; emerald green, mid thigh dress with low round neck, showing quite a bit of pale cleavage, the green brought out her beautiful green eyes and black hair, definitely Romany! Great poise, This newly found confidence. Yes, Dawn and I like the new Nuala, it was obvious Mike did too. To my amusement, James and Liz arrived, Liz, as usual wearing jeans and jumper, did a double take. Now the wars of the dresses begin. In fairness both girls needed a kick up the arse, I thought it was a race to see who could be the scruffiest, which reflected on their relationships. Well done Dawn, now work on Liz, but I think after the shock of the new Nuala, Dawn is halfway there.

After a while all three girls were loved up sharing a bottle of wine. Liz actually asking Nuala where she got her clothes, Nuala basking in the attention told her she and Dawn had picked them out when she decided she needed a wardrobe change, good for her. Liz asked for a clothes shopping day with Dawn and Nuala. Whatever. Clothes - It’s Dawn’s other hobby.
In the kitchen, on her own with Dawn, Nuala asked if they could have a ‘coffee' soon, lots to tell her, things have ‘developed’. She and Mike are much happier and much closer. (Pleeease Dawn, let’s not get involved).

Liz is more convivial, far less confrontational, just relieved to have her old James back, and they're happier; both boys are on better than industry money and what they were on, which makes me the good guy and takes away the strain, especially on James which unbeknown to us, was substantial. He could have come to me. Pride is a very expensive commodity.

The boys (and me) got a little wobbly so the girls had to drive (which is only right! hehe). We all played games with the ‘tiddlers’. What a great day with my amazing family.

Monday: Early start, Dawn wore a mid blue V neck short sleeved short dress, plunge bra. Her video presentation will be mainly seated, so a fair bit of cleavage to view.

She rang at 12.30, 3 hour meeting, all done and went well. Other good news, her new car is supposed to be delivered September, but the dealership have found a car in Scotland, same spec a few extra toys, but a black roof instead of blue, what did I think? I said I preferred black anyway, the number plate/year didn’t matter as she had her own plate (vanity) so go for it. She could have it mid May. A good day and a good mood.
This week, Michelle, really looking forward to that. Dawn, I really don’t know. Nothing organised yet.

[boobman987]

Thanks for the update if your family weekend.

Thanks for the wonderful description of the women’s clothing. It is interesting that Liz is also considering a change of wardrobe, another shopping expedition for Dawn.

Well done to Dawn for her first ‘big presentation’, glad it all went well. I bet she is mightily relieved!

[skoot1958]

Ocean, sounds like a great family day, good the boys are enjoying there new roles and the girls are in a good place, yes a Dawn should stay out but, that boats has sailed, girls will be girls and they will talk, it seems Nuala has a lot to download

Enjoy your time with a Michelle, does Michelle want to visit the room again, I am sure Dawn can find someone to visit

[venus-can99]

Thanks for the great description of time with your wonderful family. Sounds like the boys are very capable of leading your company with your sage guidance.
Congrats to Dawn for delvering a great presentation.
Hope you have a great time this Thursday with Michelle. I thought Dawn was due for a visit with Remi?

[54321]

Dear Ocean,

I'm loving this thread. D's adventures are a thrill a minute and I love your writing style and sense of humour.
Living in Croydon and having read the Beano, I appreciate all your cultural references.

54321

[ocean]

Friday late.
Thursday - My night. Michelle met me at the door with the tightest of hugs and a sloppy kiss. Well I’ve been away for over a week so it is understandable.

We’re meeting some of her friends at a restaurant in Guildford by the river. Wearing a dark blue silky blouse, tight jeans and and trainers. A little disappointed she wore a bra, but we will be in company. I must get into the jeans and trainer scene before I’m too old.

Michelle’s friends were a couple around early 50’s, same age as Michelle. They were quick to tell me they were a couple on their 2nd marriage, she gave me a knowing look. Obviously it’s my turn to be the scarlet bloke. So they’d been over the side at some time too.

He was a nice guy, around 6ft, mid build, grey hair, shirt, trousers. She was 5’5” slim build, blonde and quite sexy, jeans and tight shirt with just enough cleavage on show. Both worked and met at a local insurance company. The evening was a lot of fun, Michelle sitting beside me stroking my thigh, got a little squiffy as the evening wore on. We had missed each other.

We walked to my car, stopping near to the Theatre for a snog and a feel. My car was one of only 5 others still in the car park and as it had blacked out windows I suggested we got in the back. She thought this was fantastic, her back-of-the-car days weren’t over after all. They were very tight jeans but they came off in the end, as did everything else. Before I had a chance to get things rolling she pushed me against the back of the seat and gave me a fantastic ‘missed you’ bj. I returned the gesture with gusto and then a very energetic shag across the seat, she had cum and I was just getting near when a couple walked past my car to retrieve a black SUV about 20 feet away. Fortunately hadn't seen us (or heard Michelle, very loud).

We stopped and peeped over the top of the front seat. Obviously love was in the air, and his hand was up her skirt. She didn’t appear to be in pain and after quite a while he must have come to the conclusion, she wasn’t hiding her sweeties up there after all, they got in the car, started up and drove off. We were giggling like a couple of teenagers who nearly got caught, I pulled my trousers on and slipped on my unbuttoned shirt got out and back in the front. To my surprise and delight, Michelle, wearing only her open blouse climbed over and into the front. Heated seats on, and homeward bound.

There were no lights on near Michelle’s house, so I parked in the drive and, bare arsed she walked in the house where we had another glass of wine which we took up to bed. I’d like to say we swung from the ceiling but we didn’t. Just good old fashioned and very ardent rumpy-pumpy, in various forms and very nice. The only unusual occurrence (for me) she insisted on a little anal, I did oblige but not my favourite. Not very salacious but a bloody fantastic night. Slept well.

She woke me around 6.30 for an early morning mounting, I was able to observe, from below, she does have magnificent tits. Showered together, dressed. Tea and toast and we left in different directions. I didn’t see any neighbours, though I’m sure they saw us. Got home, changed and went to work, very happy with life.

Got a text from Dawn earlier tonight saying she was staying overnight with Ray. I do hope she hasn't got the arse over me seeing Michelle, that wasn't the deal. I'll write up Dawn's adventure tomorrow .