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Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
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Thanks for the update, Dawn. Always good to get the goss.
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Dawn: Lots to tell. Yesterday (Wednesday) I attended the Runnymead hotel at 4pm as requested for this mysterious interview with drinks afterwards, very unusual. I wasn’t sure what style to adopt so opted for a jersey, sleeveless, dark blue, quite a bit cleavage revealing and I must admit, pokies on parade, concealed zip front, below the knee dress, barely black hold-ups and black 4” shoes. Red lipstick. Viewed the mirror, yes looked good, felt great. Took my black cape, very dramatic, and swept out to the car.
A long story short, I parked in the car park and was met by the Managing Partner, very nice guy, plus Senior Partner, not so nice. We went to a meeting room, had coffee and started the preamble. SP asked why I was there. ‘You invited me’. I didn’t add pratt but wanted to. The interview went on with good cop/ bad cop being played out. So cliched and very amateur. After some tedium, I decided to wind this up, they started the big sell. Who they were etc. In the end they offered me 15% more than I’m currently earning, perks and.. I said, ‘ you don’t know what I’m earning’. SP, short for serpent - cold behind the eyes, produced from a file on the desk a detailed account of my package, although absolutely shocked, I tried to keep cool and said their due diligence was very thorough. The fucking idiot was so wrapped up in his smugness he missed my alarm, then showed me other documents. These could only have come from my firm, my office? I felt sick.
So the charade went backwards and forwards for a little longer, I was playing Nice. Then they asked about Mark’s business, I said it wasn’t relevant, ah, said SP with a condescending sickly grin, but they had to assure themselves that there was no conflict, and produced a set of accounts from Companies House plus other details about Mark including his military service. Inside I was boiling, someone was going to fucking die. I casually looked through Marks accounts for a few minutes to give myself thinking time. To distract them from recognising my anger I stood up and, leaning over the desk causing my dress top to billow, handed the documents back to SP. Well, at least it was clear he was a ‘tit man’ from his darting eyes.
Part of my anger was that if these accounts were accurate, what the fuck was Mark flogging his guts out for? Why is he driving a 6 year old car? Quibbling over whether to buy a fucking hot tub. We’re going to have words about our future and I want it to be a long one.
Back in the room. I said they appeared to be accurate. “Let us cut to the chase. Are proposing I join your Firm?’ Yes that was it, of course we would need another meeting to''iron things out'. SP added, then of course my existing clients may well follow, which I knew was the objective. ‘That is always possible. I will need a little time to consider. Shall we say Monday?’ All agreed, I was led out to the bar area by the MP, who hadn’t really said much at all. This had taken over an hour although it seemed much quicker.
There were about 10/12 guys already there, existing clients who have this sponsored ‘get together’ every two months. I excused myself to go to the ladies loo. I checked the stalls, I was on my own. I rang Mark, almost in tears of anger, explained to him what had happened. He was clearly angry, ‘firstly, you had no intentions of joining this outfit, so nothing lost. Secondly they do sound like there is a lot of micro management and backstabbing. Can you get back in that room and get the file?’ I said I would try. In my state of mind, I had left my document case by the side of my chair in the room, so I asked a friendly receptionist to let me back into the room, both SP and MP’s files were still on the table. I checked through the slitted door window, all clear so far. I took the contents of Sp’s file, put them into my case and took about 50 sheets of paper from the printer and put them in his file. Checked through the window, and as per instruction, went straight out and locked the case in the boot of my car.
I badly needed a drink and it was bloody freezing, cape still in hotel. Quick one at the bar. I went inside ordered a g&t and was approached by a very handsome guy, the only way I can describe him is the absolute doppelgänger of Leslie Neilson, in a beautiful dark blue suit, white shirt and red tie. Wow. He made no pretence of not looking at my tits, frozen nipples and all, hard to miss anyway. He introduced himself as Mike, slight Irish accent. He laughed and said he had been asked by SP to tell me how wonderful the firm was. I said,’ Is it?’ He looked me in the eye and said 'no, they're arseholes! Walk away'. We talked, he was lovely company. He owned land in Ireland and also in Berkshire but worked in London 2 days a week. Asked where did I live? Going really well. Then we were interrupted by SP. I went into panic, I’d been rumbled stealing documents, my career, my life. No, he just wanted to smarm in front of Mike and show us how almighty he was. Asked if we would like to go through to the buffet. Before I could answer and say NO, Mike interjected, said we were going have supper on the way home. SP actually leered down my front. Prick!
I collected my cape, laughing, he said,' I was really a vampire!' Ha fucking ha. He lived out in the wilds between Petworth and Midhurst, actually on my way home. He rang ahead and booked a table for two at his local restaurant, which I’d been to before but didn’t say. Actually it was also very near Benbow Pond, where, in the dark, wee small hours of one morning, with the mist swirling around and bloody cold, I was fucked over the bonnet of a car by - I can’t remember his name, that’s so bad. I didn’t mention that either.
We had supper and the evening was wonderful. He didn’t invite me back to his house, which was about 7 miles south, I would have gone. Instead he clipped my ‘Vampire’ cape up and walked me to my car. Held my shoulders and kissed me soo well. Slipped his hands inside my cape, pulled the zip all the way down on the front of my dress exposing and caressing my boobs, very nicely I might add. He said he’d wanted to do that all night. Heavy kissing and fondling, definite hard-on, asked for my phone, touched his phone to mine and just like that we’d exchanged numbers, that was new to me. He tucked me in, zipped me up and actually gave me his business card. He would ring me tomorrow, Thursday, and arrange an evening out. Perfect.
On the way home, apart from feeling very randy, which I’d take out on Mark. Mark? it all came flooding back, what had I done? Worst came to the worst I’d read the documents then shred them and deny everything.
Kit Friday night. Dawn xx.
A long story short, I parked in the car park and was met by the Managing Partner, very nice guy, plus Senior Partner, not so nice. We went to a meeting room, had coffee and started the preamble. SP asked why I was there. ‘You invited me’. I didn’t add pratt but wanted to. The interview went on with good cop/ bad cop being played out. So cliched and very amateur. After some tedium, I decided to wind this up, they started the big sell. Who they were etc. In the end they offered me 15% more than I’m currently earning, perks and.. I said, ‘ you don’t know what I’m earning’. SP, short for serpent - cold behind the eyes, produced from a file on the desk a detailed account of my package, although absolutely shocked, I tried to keep cool and said their due diligence was very thorough. The fucking idiot was so wrapped up in his smugness he missed my alarm, then showed me other documents. These could only have come from my firm, my office? I felt sick.
So the charade went backwards and forwards for a little longer, I was playing Nice. Then they asked about Mark’s business, I said it wasn’t relevant, ah, said SP with a condescending sickly grin, but they had to assure themselves that there was no conflict, and produced a set of accounts from Companies House plus other details about Mark including his military service. Inside I was boiling, someone was going to fucking die. I casually looked through Marks accounts for a few minutes to give myself thinking time. To distract them from recognising my anger I stood up and, leaning over the desk causing my dress top to billow, handed the documents back to SP. Well, at least it was clear he was a ‘tit man’ from his darting eyes.
Part of my anger was that if these accounts were accurate, what the fuck was Mark flogging his guts out for? Why is he driving a 6 year old car? Quibbling over whether to buy a fucking hot tub. We’re going to have words about our future and I want it to be a long one.
Back in the room. I said they appeared to be accurate. “Let us cut to the chase. Are proposing I join your Firm?’ Yes that was it, of course we would need another meeting to''iron things out'. SP added, then of course my existing clients may well follow, which I knew was the objective. ‘That is always possible. I will need a little time to consider. Shall we say Monday?’ All agreed, I was led out to the bar area by the MP, who hadn’t really said much at all. This had taken over an hour although it seemed much quicker.
There were about 10/12 guys already there, existing clients who have this sponsored ‘get together’ every two months. I excused myself to go to the ladies loo. I checked the stalls, I was on my own. I rang Mark, almost in tears of anger, explained to him what had happened. He was clearly angry, ‘firstly, you had no intentions of joining this outfit, so nothing lost. Secondly they do sound like there is a lot of micro management and backstabbing. Can you get back in that room and get the file?’ I said I would try. In my state of mind, I had left my document case by the side of my chair in the room, so I asked a friendly receptionist to let me back into the room, both SP and MP’s files were still on the table. I checked through the slitted door window, all clear so far. I took the contents of Sp’s file, put them into my case and took about 50 sheets of paper from the printer and put them in his file. Checked through the window, and as per instruction, went straight out and locked the case in the boot of my car.
I badly needed a drink and it was bloody freezing, cape still in hotel. Quick one at the bar. I went inside ordered a g&t and was approached by a very handsome guy, the only way I can describe him is the absolute doppelgänger of Leslie Neilson, in a beautiful dark blue suit, white shirt and red tie. Wow. He made no pretence of not looking at my tits, frozen nipples and all, hard to miss anyway. He introduced himself as Mike, slight Irish accent. He laughed and said he had been asked by SP to tell me how wonderful the firm was. I said,’ Is it?’ He looked me in the eye and said 'no, they're arseholes! Walk away'. We talked, he was lovely company. He owned land in Ireland and also in Berkshire but worked in London 2 days a week. Asked where did I live? Going really well. Then we were interrupted by SP. I went into panic, I’d been rumbled stealing documents, my career, my life. No, he just wanted to smarm in front of Mike and show us how almighty he was. Asked if we would like to go through to the buffet. Before I could answer and say NO, Mike interjected, said we were going have supper on the way home. SP actually leered down my front. Prick!
I collected my cape, laughing, he said,' I was really a vampire!' Ha fucking ha. He lived out in the wilds between Petworth and Midhurst, actually on my way home. He rang ahead and booked a table for two at his local restaurant, which I’d been to before but didn’t say. Actually it was also very near Benbow Pond, where, in the dark, wee small hours of one morning, with the mist swirling around and bloody cold, I was fucked over the bonnet of a car by - I can’t remember his name, that’s so bad. I didn’t mention that either.
We had supper and the evening was wonderful. He didn’t invite me back to his house, which was about 7 miles south, I would have gone. Instead he clipped my ‘Vampire’ cape up and walked me to my car. Held my shoulders and kissed me soo well. Slipped his hands inside my cape, pulled the zip all the way down on the front of my dress exposing and caressing my boobs, very nicely I might add. He said he’d wanted to do that all night. Heavy kissing and fondling, definite hard-on, asked for my phone, touched his phone to mine and just like that we’d exchanged numbers, that was new to me. He tucked me in, zipped me up and actually gave me his business card. He would ring me tomorrow, Thursday, and arrange an evening out. Perfect.
On the way home, apart from feeling very randy, which I’d take out on Mark. Mark? it all came flooding back, what had I done? Worst came to the worst I’d read the documents then shred them and deny everything.
Kit Friday night. Dawn xx.
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Docean wrote: ↑Sat Feb 08, 2025 1:15 pmDawn: Christmas was great with the kids and g/kids. The New Year started well enough except Mark and I had this awful hacking cough and cold which appeared to be doing the rounds and still not gone completely, throwing all plans for work and play out of the window. So Mark suggested we take a little time, stop everything and have a period of reflection whilst neither of us were particularly fit. So we had some ‘us’ time and talked. Which was nice. We agreed, bit of a rollercoaster to start with, but had become a lot of fun, both of us learning new tricks and more about each other as well as ourselves. He’s happy to continue with the fun and admitted he really fancies Lisa the secretary from the next door company. Go for it Mark, but give me the details.
He wants to step back a bit from work and do things while he’s capable of doing things.
Like travel and just fun. He actually wants to take his private pilots licence, not sure where that came from.
One of his friends on this site very recently sent him a tally of my exploit headcount; Mark was so shocked, I admit I was surprised but felt well, maybe I had caught up with my lost past I would have had if I hadn’t got pregnant at 21 and 23, bringing up kids.
Bathroom finished, Roger is still keen (and welcome) as ever, I’ve lost count how many quickies and not-so quickies there’s been in my kitchen, bathroom, hot tub. Nuala has been making regular visits, hoping to 'bump into' him and mooning over him. I actually got Mark to finally agree, albeit reluctantly, for me to give Roger the nod, but just be kind and discreet, help her with her problem, but I’ll add; he has to tell me all about it. Mark said he gets extra points for mother and DIL.
I’m seeing Ray when this cold goes, so looking forward to that and we will organise a girls trip somewhere warm. Darling Kit phones most days but doesn’t want me enough to get infected, so that’s on the back burner probably till next week.
Mid January, I went to my office still unwell, it’s been so hard to get motivated. Sandy, my secretary came in full of the joys, I asked her to pop in with 2 coffees, shut the door and switch the ‘busy’ light on. She looked a bit confused, I raised the hem of my dress and 'ta-da'. She had a very close inspection of my little arachnid, stroked it, said it was lovely. She virtually had her nose in my pussy, I’m not sure if she’s bi, she’s invited Mark and me into her swinging group often enough so wouldn’t surprise me. She’s seen me in the buff a few times, so nothing new there, I had a look at her 2 tattoos, one on her boob and one on her hip. We discussed work, her new year shenanigans, and she asked after Mark. I laughed, told her she should have fucked him when she had the chance at the party, he wanted to. She actually blushed, I said why not? She said definitely next time. Such a good friend, and confidant.
To my surprise, in the post, an invitation to a meeting, drinks afterwards, with a large firm of solicitors in Surrey. A proposal ‘to my advantage’ plus time and date. Poaching, very unusual. I phoned and was put through to the Managing Partner. He was friendly, bit pompous and ingratiating, he’d like an informal meeting, perhaps an interesting and more senior position could be available to me. I thanked him but said I was perfectly happy where I was. Then something about an offer I couldn’t refuse. So - I’m going to a hotel in Staines next Wednesday, drinks afterwards. Nothing ventured…
Mark went into the office feeling unwell, man-flu, was a little concerned what kind of reception he’d get after catching his sales director screwing their joint married secretary on his leather sofa after the Christmas do. He didn’t need to worry, Steve thought it was funny and said it had been going on for almost a year, Mark was astonished he’d not picked up on it. Anyway Mark sought her out and gave her a hug, wished her happy new year and got on with catching up on work. No damage done. He has a meeting with the Council re the creche mid February, fingers crossed.
I’m afraid January has been a bit boring but the hacking coughs and feelings of misery have not been conducive to any extra action, but that's going to change big time. I’m sure Mark will update soon.
Dawn xx
- Great update especially as you haven't been quite up to chuff.
- Re: O and 'stepping back'. Excellent idea. I can tell you that having the means to do so is very helpful and the standard 'you only live once', plus things just get harder (not the good 'hard'). So if there are things he wants to do and new things to try then he should and you should consider in the next few years too.
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Drawn, page 4 Chris 14 April
Sound like you are better with out then, what can they say they stole the paper originally, you where just taking back what’s yours
Sounds like the new Mark could be hot, enjoy you date with Kit
BTW is it not time to catch up with Cheryl? I hope she is ok
Sound like you are better with out then, what can they say they stole the paper originally, you where just taking back what’s yours
Sounds like the new Mark could be hot, enjoy you date with Kit
BTW is it not time to catch up with Cheryl? I hope she is ok
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Dawn, I wouldn't be too hard in Mark re the money. Given his military and business background he's probably thinking ahead to a time, however remote when the economy or some other issue could negativity affect the business and your finances. He seems very pragmatic that way. That being said, perhaps it's time to get him to crack open the piggy bank a little more and enjoy life while you both are healthy and able. No one lives forever, enjoy life to the fullest!
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Thanks for the update Dawn, the Runnymede hotel is very upmarket and a great place.
I hope that you manage to find the snitch who leaked details of your contract to the “opposition”. I wouldn’t want to be in their shoes when they face your wrath and the company’s disciplinary procedures!
Before you go in all guns blazing, check to see what Mark says. It might be the “opposition” want you to fall out with Mark, but their details could be fraudulent or made-up. Please give Mark a chance to verify the documents and then explain if, by some miracle, they are correct.
You always seem to meet at least one decent person in all your dealings, your hard nipples and a friendly grope hopefully means there may be some future shenanigans with Mike.
I hope that you manage to find the snitch who leaked details of your contract to the “opposition”. I wouldn’t want to be in their shoes when they face your wrath and the company’s disciplinary procedures!
Before you go in all guns blazing, check to see what Mark says. It might be the “opposition” want you to fall out with Mark, but their details could be fraudulent or made-up. Please give Mark a chance to verify the documents and then explain if, by some miracle, they are correct.
You always seem to meet at least one decent person in all your dealings, your hard nipples and a friendly grope hopefully means there may be some future shenanigans with Mike.
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Mark; My turn. Apologies for the hiatus. Dawn has pretty much summed up where we are to date. The health side has been awful, talk about sleep deprivation, hacking cough, oh how I have suffered, haha.
Now she has gone to the dark side, stealing documents Mission Impossible style, what next. Actually under GDPR legalities, I think they were on thin ice anyway, and knew it.
The interview was a joke. ‘Dick swinging’ on their behalf. The offer was a bit eye watering and blank HR documents were enclosed, so they obviously meant it. She was more angry and pissed off than flattered.
Whilst quite euphoric about this Mike guy, giving me some of the details, she has been up all night worrying about the info leak and praying it’s not her friend and secretary, Sandy.
It was obvious I wasn’t going to get any sleep, so I got up and checked over the documents at 2.30 this morning. Pretty amateur attempt to redact info with snopake correction fluid. Just hold it up to a bright light and read from the back, simples. I clear copied everything on my copier (perk). The HR information, pay, t/c’s, had to be requested by a very senior person. Not too smart, risky and career damaging.
You’ll never guess who???
Dawn’s ‘good friend', the venomous Head of Brighton office. The HR source was also identified. A much relieved Dawn phoned Philip first thing and is on her way, with all of the documents, to his apartment as we speak. I am a bit bemused as to motive? Discredit her, force her to leave, defeat a competitive office, spite, bung, job promise? Well it’s going to cost both of them. I have no sympathy for treachery. Hang them, then give them a fair trial. Just being reasonable.
As for information on me, pretty much all in the public domain from Companies House, I have nothing to hide. They went to the expense of getting a company valuation. That result was a bit of a shock, in a very good way. Though it does highlight I’m not on the ball. I’d already made the decision not to sell anyway, but to pass on to the boys. It has given me food for thought, in stepping back a bit. I have good guys in place doing a good job and the boys are coming on better than I had hoped, I'm probably a pain in all of their arses. So I've decided to do my private pilots licence. I've always wanted to and it will be mind stretching and who knows, Biggles 2. I was a bit concerned about the purported information of my time in the services, dates were right, as were locations. I’m not worrying, general information could be taken from any book, specific information is wide of the mark, more bollocks, really. I suppose I could find out one dark night. Why bother?
The good news is the child care licences are agreed and being processed, recruitment is in hand So we can get started hopefully early March.
The not so good news is Lisa, my liaison from the other company and the object of my desire. She came over after hours last night, and was very keen to celebrate our collaborated success in my office (with a locked door). However, she did confide over a bottle of wine, and quite a steamy session on my sofa, that her husband is unaware and unlikely to accept. So an affair. Uncomfortable. I told her about us, and how Dawn was the driving force to ‘spice things up’. She got the message. She knows she's got some work to do.
Dawn told me all about Leslie Nielsen, I mean Mike. Or - should I say, as per the business card he gave her, Sir Michael xxx - xxx. Address - Whitehall no less. A life serving civil servant or ‘Mandarin’. For once she was speechless. What have you done, Dawn? Not at all sure about this. I’ll do some checking out, as I have no doubt he will on both of us for obvious reasons. Never a dull moment with that woman. She’s seeing the lovely Kit tonight, after an absolute shit nights sleep, hope she doesn’t fall asleep on the job. haha.
Now she has gone to the dark side, stealing documents Mission Impossible style, what next. Actually under GDPR legalities, I think they were on thin ice anyway, and knew it.
The interview was a joke. ‘Dick swinging’ on their behalf. The offer was a bit eye watering and blank HR documents were enclosed, so they obviously meant it. She was more angry and pissed off than flattered.
Whilst quite euphoric about this Mike guy, giving me some of the details, she has been up all night worrying about the info leak and praying it’s not her friend and secretary, Sandy.
It was obvious I wasn’t going to get any sleep, so I got up and checked over the documents at 2.30 this morning. Pretty amateur attempt to redact info with snopake correction fluid. Just hold it up to a bright light and read from the back, simples. I clear copied everything on my copier (perk). The HR information, pay, t/c’s, had to be requested by a very senior person. Not too smart, risky and career damaging.
You’ll never guess who???
Dawn’s ‘good friend', the venomous Head of Brighton office. The HR source was also identified. A much relieved Dawn phoned Philip first thing and is on her way, with all of the documents, to his apartment as we speak. I am a bit bemused as to motive? Discredit her, force her to leave, defeat a competitive office, spite, bung, job promise? Well it’s going to cost both of them. I have no sympathy for treachery. Hang them, then give them a fair trial. Just being reasonable.
As for information on me, pretty much all in the public domain from Companies House, I have nothing to hide. They went to the expense of getting a company valuation. That result was a bit of a shock, in a very good way. Though it does highlight I’m not on the ball. I’d already made the decision not to sell anyway, but to pass on to the boys. It has given me food for thought, in stepping back a bit. I have good guys in place doing a good job and the boys are coming on better than I had hoped, I'm probably a pain in all of their arses. So I've decided to do my private pilots licence. I've always wanted to and it will be mind stretching and who knows, Biggles 2. I was a bit concerned about the purported information of my time in the services, dates were right, as were locations. I’m not worrying, general information could be taken from any book, specific information is wide of the mark, more bollocks, really. I suppose I could find out one dark night. Why bother?
The good news is the child care licences are agreed and being processed, recruitment is in hand So we can get started hopefully early March.
The not so good news is Lisa, my liaison from the other company and the object of my desire. She came over after hours last night, and was very keen to celebrate our collaborated success in my office (with a locked door). However, she did confide over a bottle of wine, and quite a steamy session on my sofa, that her husband is unaware and unlikely to accept. So an affair. Uncomfortable. I told her about us, and how Dawn was the driving force to ‘spice things up’. She got the message. She knows she's got some work to do.
Dawn told me all about Leslie Nielsen, I mean Mike. Or - should I say, as per the business card he gave her, Sir Michael xxx - xxx. Address - Whitehall no less. A life serving civil servant or ‘Mandarin’. For once she was speechless. What have you done, Dawn? Not at all sure about this. I’ll do some checking out, as I have no doubt he will on both of us for obvious reasons. Never a dull moment with that woman. She’s seeing the lovely Kit tonight, after an absolute shit nights sleep, hope she doesn’t fall asleep on the job. haha.
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Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Thanks for the updates Dawn and Mark. It's turned into quite a tale of steamy sex and now corporate espionage. I can't wait to see how this turns out. If your life was turned into a show on Netflix I would be binge watching it. Glad you are both feeling better.
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Thanks for the update Mark. Who said real life was boring - with the two of you it reads like a spy novel
Wonderful to hear that the child care licences have been taken care of - what a wonderful place to work it would for young/single mothers.
Hope Dawn has her Phil first and then her kitty filled in the evening
Would be interesting to read what you discover about Leslie Nielsen (Mike)
Wonderful to hear that the child care licences have been taken care of - what a wonderful place to work it would for young/single mothers.
Hope Dawn has her Phil first and then her kitty filled in the evening
Would be interesting to read what you discover about Leslie Nielsen (Mike)
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Thanks for the update Mark. I’m sure the combined forces of Dawn and you will get to the bottom of who is to blame for releasing Dawn’s HR information and work out an appropriate retribution.
The child care progression is a wonderful feather in your cap and the business park. Shame about Lisa, but perhaps the “steamy session on my sofa” might become lengthier as you compare progress of crèche? I hope your door and walls are soundproofed!
I hope for Dawn’s sake that Mike doesn’t end up being a Sir Humphrey!
The child care progression is a wonderful feather in your cap and the business park. Shame about Lisa, but perhaps the “steamy session on my sofa” might become lengthier as you compare progress of crèche? I hope your door and walls are soundproofed!
I hope for Dawn’s sake that Mike doesn’t end up being a Sir Humphrey!
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Mark, well done on the child care, I hope it works out well, we all need a project and if you want to, go for your private pilots licence, I believe the quick way is to learn is in the USA or South Africa as you can fly everyday, no bad weather
Good about Lisa, is this her first time steeped out from her marriage, will she be able to get away to play, or will you have to find time in working the day ?
As for the documents, yes this is a breach of GDPR, as a minimum should be reported to data protection offices, data commissioner and those involved would be sacked or Dawn could just manage the situation, probable the other firm would get fined as well, 4% of a company's global annual turnover for serious data breaches
Are you still in contact with Michelle I know it all and cold, any changes ?
Good about Lisa, is this her first time steeped out from her marriage, will she be able to get away to play, or will you have to find time in working the day ?
As for the documents, yes this is a breach of GDPR, as a minimum should be reported to data protection offices, data commissioner and those involved would be sacked or Dawn could just manage the situation, probable the other firm would get fined as well, 4% of a company's global annual turnover for serious data breaches
Are you still in contact with Michelle I know it all and cold, any changes ?
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Why would a life serving civil servant be interested in you and Dawn? My guess is that it has something to do with either Edward or Will. I can’t see any guys that Dawn been with are the Ian Fleming/James Bond type characters. When I think of Whitehall, I think of Sir Humphrey and Bernard trying to run rings around Jim Hacker.
The whole process with the HR documents is a bit amateurish by the other firm. I’m guessing that Dawn has stolen one or two of the other firm clients and in position to steal more clients through her network, so the other firm is trying to get her on board or destroy her image.
The whole process with the HR documents is a bit amateurish by the other firm. I’m guessing that Dawn has stolen one or two of the other firm clients and in position to steal more clients through her network, so the other firm is trying to get her on board or destroy her image.
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Hi guys, Yes it’s Valentine’s night 2 am, and here I am still coughing and spluttering and unable to sleep so I thought I‘d respond to the good natured leg pulling going on here haha. I must admit just working with the wallies in local government over my project has left me frustrated and bewildered. Looks like we’ve won, but It’s never there - till it’s there. Frankly if they were a private business, they’d be bust within 2 weeks.
I too thought ‘Sir Humphrey’, but from what Dawn has told me this Mike is a 30 year long serving senior civil servant who retired and been rewarded by being contracted back as advisor (system milker) to some 'incompetent' in central government on a lucrative 2 day per week package for which you and I are paying. She insisted he is a live wire, party guy who derives his main income from family inheritances and land ownership in Ireland and I think Buckinghamshire. So he’s just taking the money. She said I’d like him! Well I’ll put some distance there.
His attendance at the client 2 monthly drinks get-together for the other firm was as a private business client for his land conveyancing and investment portfolio. I did check him out and all very benign.
I think he saw an attractive woman attendee and tried it on, I can’t see any dark plot going on. Surely, he just got lucky. Simple explanation, and 'don’t call me Shirley'. God I’ve wanted to crack that one to Dawn but well, mood and opportunity didn’t arise. I was a real fan of Leslie Nielsen.
Presumably Dawn was invited on this particular date so the 2 clown’s could showboat the rich and powerful clientele as further inducement to cross over, and, no doubt, to ultimately bring her own clients over in due course. They read that wrong. She just wants matey from Brighton’s head on a platter. Best served cold.
EarlierI had a phone call from her in the car as she was leaving her boss’s apartment where they’d been compiling the case, said they are going to perform a discreet enquiry, get everything lined up and invite Brighton man to quietly resign, or sack him. So that backfired on him. She even asked to be present at the execution.Served very cold.
Philip is a bit of a flapper when a mini crisis arises and always thinks ‘how will this impinge on my career’ - fuck anybody else. He has to deal with this carefully, it could blow up.
He did try his hand and had to console himself with a handful of tit and a snog. She’s on her way to meet Kit at a country hotel near Kingsclere, no details yet.
I’m sure right now, Dawn is having goose grease rubbed on her chest. Medicinal purposes of course.
My foray with the lovely Lisa was a bit of a conscience tugger for me. She’s really is lovely, a body to die for and a performer. Well she is only early 40's. She is going to try to open dialogue and entice her husband, who sounds rather dull, to ‘enrich their lives’ with extra activities and derring do reports. I shall of course try to keep the plates spinning till it can all be sorted out. Bit like us really. She has strayed before, so I’m nothing new, just don’t want to wreck things for her. Speaking of complications, I have had sporadic phone conversations with Michelle, not so good there, so I’ll keep my distance, I don’t think distractions will help.
Nearly forgot, went to Goodwood Aerodrome today, you are looking at the new trainee pilot, starting the course next week. Bought the manuals to research for the 8 exams plus 40 hours tuition in packages. Then they hit me with the bill. I think I must have bought the plane as well. I’ve decided (and been coerced) to take a leaf out of ‘Sir Humphrey’s’ book, 2 days in the office, the rest for me. I’m 60 next year, things to do.
Hope you guys are all well. Dawn will have updates from Kit, Phil and Sir Humphrey er Mike. I mustn’t keep saying that name, I see a row on the horizon. Mark.
I too thought ‘Sir Humphrey’, but from what Dawn has told me this Mike is a 30 year long serving senior civil servant who retired and been rewarded by being contracted back as advisor (system milker) to some 'incompetent' in central government on a lucrative 2 day per week package for which you and I are paying. She insisted he is a live wire, party guy who derives his main income from family inheritances and land ownership in Ireland and I think Buckinghamshire. So he’s just taking the money. She said I’d like him! Well I’ll put some distance there.
His attendance at the client 2 monthly drinks get-together for the other firm was as a private business client for his land conveyancing and investment portfolio. I did check him out and all very benign.
I think he saw an attractive woman attendee and tried it on, I can’t see any dark plot going on. Surely, he just got lucky. Simple explanation, and 'don’t call me Shirley'. God I’ve wanted to crack that one to Dawn but well, mood and opportunity didn’t arise. I was a real fan of Leslie Nielsen.
Presumably Dawn was invited on this particular date so the 2 clown’s could showboat the rich and powerful clientele as further inducement to cross over, and, no doubt, to ultimately bring her own clients over in due course. They read that wrong. She just wants matey from Brighton’s head on a platter. Best served cold.
EarlierI had a phone call from her in the car as she was leaving her boss’s apartment where they’d been compiling the case, said they are going to perform a discreet enquiry, get everything lined up and invite Brighton man to quietly resign, or sack him. So that backfired on him. She even asked to be present at the execution.Served very cold.
Philip is a bit of a flapper when a mini crisis arises and always thinks ‘how will this impinge on my career’ - fuck anybody else. He has to deal with this carefully, it could blow up.
He did try his hand and had to console himself with a handful of tit and a snog. She’s on her way to meet Kit at a country hotel near Kingsclere, no details yet.
I’m sure right now, Dawn is having goose grease rubbed on her chest. Medicinal purposes of course.
My foray with the lovely Lisa was a bit of a conscience tugger for me. She’s really is lovely, a body to die for and a performer. Well she is only early 40's. She is going to try to open dialogue and entice her husband, who sounds rather dull, to ‘enrich their lives’ with extra activities and derring do reports. I shall of course try to keep the plates spinning till it can all be sorted out. Bit like us really. She has strayed before, so I’m nothing new, just don’t want to wreck things for her. Speaking of complications, I have had sporadic phone conversations with Michelle, not so good there, so I’ll keep my distance, I don’t think distractions will help.
Nearly forgot, went to Goodwood Aerodrome today, you are looking at the new trainee pilot, starting the course next week. Bought the manuals to research for the 8 exams plus 40 hours tuition in packages. Then they hit me with the bill. I think I must have bought the plane as well. I’ve decided (and been coerced) to take a leaf out of ‘Sir Humphrey’s’ book, 2 days in the office, the rest for me. I’m 60 next year, things to do.
Hope you guys are all well. Dawn will have updates from Kit, Phil and Sir Humphrey er Mike. I mustn’t keep saying that name, I see a row on the horizon. Mark.
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Mark, great update, as your not Lisa’s first, then she know’s what she is doing and how to balance things at home, a energetic young woman should be a lot of fun, we will want details sometime 
Cutting back and working part time is great step, can be expensive but your only live once, you must put things in place to fill your time, wait to you buy a share in a plane then your be back to work 7 days a week
Just keep in touch with Michelle as a friend is a good thing to do, if thats what she wants
Thanks for the detailed update, I still have the cold from 20 of December
Cutting back and working part time is great step, can be expensive but your only live once, you must put things in place to fill your time, wait to you buy a share in a plane then your be back to work 7 days a week
Just keep in touch with Michelle as a friend is a good thing to do, if thats what she wants
Thanks for the detailed update, I still have the cold from 20 of December
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Another insightful update Mark. Thanks for all the details and I’m sure Dawn will be right at the front and centre when the Brighton man is dealt with. I suspect she will want his gonads as a new pair of earrings 
Good luck with the flying lessons. Have you got the flying goggles and a stick of celery? ( for non UK readers a reference to the BBC comedy TV show ‘Allo ‘Allo ).
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Thanks for the update Mark - and like all wonderful things Canadian, Leslie Nielsen was too. "Don't call me Shirley" would be fun when oppertunity presents itself.
Good luck with the pilot licensing. Any thoughts on buying a share of a plane once you have the license?
Good luck with the pilot licensing. Any thoughts on buying a share of a plane once you have the license?
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Dawn; What a day Friday, talk about full on, this is in 2 parts.
I know it was Valentines Day and I felt guilty but Mark was great and was getting stuck into his new hobby, reading his Air Law manual, the first of 7 or 8, dry old subject.
The darling has been up since 2.30 copying and searching the documents I needed to show Philip in order to prove that slimy bastard from Brighton was fitting us all up.
I rang Philip (my boss) about 6.30 am, gave him a brief overview of the situation and said I needed to see him urgently. As usual for Friday he was at his Wandsworth apartment, alone he quickly pointed out, he was quick to realise the gravity of the situation, but wanted to know why I was going to interviews, I said I’d explain, I was on my way. I slipped a black roll neck cashmere jumper on, a thong and a pair of tight black leggings with black heels and short black Italian leather jacket, which I’d take off when I got there. Well, I’d give him a treat for the eyes as I had some explaining to do.
It was going to be a long drive so I rang Mike from the car and chatted with him for ages, he asked if he could see me next week and we agreed Thursday, meet him in the pub car park we went to, he’d meet me and I would follow him back to his as it was very much out in the wilds and he’d cook dinner. Nothing like being transparent, eh? But I was so up for this, of course!
Arriving at Philips at 10, he invited me in but did not look at all happy with me. I knew that getting from a freezing ground floor car park and cold lift to get to his apartment, wonders had been worked to aid my powers of persuasion as I slipped my jacket off and made the tea. Pokies trump everything. Before we started, he wanted to know what was going on with me. I opened my case and showed him a copy of the invitation, just curious? I promised him I had no intentions of leaving, otherwise I wouldn’t be sitting with him now showing him this outrage, (bit of drama) and showing him the offer. That shut him up.
We went through the documents, I showed him the redacted originals and how, against a bright light, his patio doors from the inside, he could see the names of the sender and recipient. Categoric proof. I also said that the sender was a young HR clerk who, knowing the nasty nature of Mr Brighton, was probably bullied to into doing as he bid, seniority and all. I was also firm that 'Brighton' was a risk, I suspected that he might be on a promise from the other Firm, financial or job. With GDPR involved it could cost the Firm a packet.
Philip, as usual sat and listened till I’d finished. He agreed with my summary and asked for my suggestions. ‘He’s betrayed all of us. Sack the bastard! HR girl - re-train with a slap on the wrist, she won’t do it again’. Philip was quiet for a moment, ‘This has got to be lined up so precisely, Jeremy is no fool'. 'Frankly, I wanted him gone for ages, so this could be very timely. Will you take over Brighton?’ I thought for a nanosecond, ‘No’. ‘He’s turned the whole lot there against me and anyway I have enough on in the Southern Office’. He asked me to leave the file, he would speak with head of HR and Frank the Perv, he was the whizz on employment law. I was bound to silence, but would be included in putting the case together. Two questions; Firstly can I be present when he gets what’s coming to him? secondly, can we have a chat about the 15% discrepancy in my pay and their offer? He laughed like a drain, said,’ Yes to the first and we’ll talk about the second’.
I’d call that a result. So I didn’t mind when he got up, walked over, as expected squeezed my boobs over my jumper as he kissed me. I said I didn’t want to upset his secretary, to which he replied, he knew we girls had other fish to fry. I didn’t offer any information. Ah, Why not? just gave him a really nice slow blowjob and said I had to go home, besides he had an execution to arrange. second part shortly
I know it was Valentines Day and I felt guilty but Mark was great and was getting stuck into his new hobby, reading his Air Law manual, the first of 7 or 8, dry old subject.
The darling has been up since 2.30 copying and searching the documents I needed to show Philip in order to prove that slimy bastard from Brighton was fitting us all up.
I rang Philip (my boss) about 6.30 am, gave him a brief overview of the situation and said I needed to see him urgently. As usual for Friday he was at his Wandsworth apartment, alone he quickly pointed out, he was quick to realise the gravity of the situation, but wanted to know why I was going to interviews, I said I’d explain, I was on my way. I slipped a black roll neck cashmere jumper on, a thong and a pair of tight black leggings with black heels and short black Italian leather jacket, which I’d take off when I got there. Well, I’d give him a treat for the eyes as I had some explaining to do.
It was going to be a long drive so I rang Mike from the car and chatted with him for ages, he asked if he could see me next week and we agreed Thursday, meet him in the pub car park we went to, he’d meet me and I would follow him back to his as it was very much out in the wilds and he’d cook dinner. Nothing like being transparent, eh? But I was so up for this, of course!
Arriving at Philips at 10, he invited me in but did not look at all happy with me. I knew that getting from a freezing ground floor car park and cold lift to get to his apartment, wonders had been worked to aid my powers of persuasion as I slipped my jacket off and made the tea. Pokies trump everything. Before we started, he wanted to know what was going on with me. I opened my case and showed him a copy of the invitation, just curious? I promised him I had no intentions of leaving, otherwise I wouldn’t be sitting with him now showing him this outrage, (bit of drama) and showing him the offer. That shut him up.
We went through the documents, I showed him the redacted originals and how, against a bright light, his patio doors from the inside, he could see the names of the sender and recipient. Categoric proof. I also said that the sender was a young HR clerk who, knowing the nasty nature of Mr Brighton, was probably bullied to into doing as he bid, seniority and all. I was also firm that 'Brighton' was a risk, I suspected that he might be on a promise from the other Firm, financial or job. With GDPR involved it could cost the Firm a packet.
Philip, as usual sat and listened till I’d finished. He agreed with my summary and asked for my suggestions. ‘He’s betrayed all of us. Sack the bastard! HR girl - re-train with a slap on the wrist, she won’t do it again’. Philip was quiet for a moment, ‘This has got to be lined up so precisely, Jeremy is no fool'. 'Frankly, I wanted him gone for ages, so this could be very timely. Will you take over Brighton?’ I thought for a nanosecond, ‘No’. ‘He’s turned the whole lot there against me and anyway I have enough on in the Southern Office’. He asked me to leave the file, he would speak with head of HR and Frank the Perv, he was the whizz on employment law. I was bound to silence, but would be included in putting the case together. Two questions; Firstly can I be present when he gets what’s coming to him? secondly, can we have a chat about the 15% discrepancy in my pay and their offer? He laughed like a drain, said,’ Yes to the first and we’ll talk about the second’.
I’d call that a result. So I didn’t mind when he got up, walked over, as expected squeezed my boobs over my jumper as he kissed me. I said I didn’t want to upset his secretary, to which he replied, he knew we girls had other fish to fry. I didn’t offer any information. Ah, Why not? just gave him a really nice slow blowjob and said I had to go home, besides he had an execution to arrange. second part shortly
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Thanks for the update Dawn, you handled that terrible issue with great aplomb. I hope the retribution meted is swift and the HR idiot is taken to the cleaners for the sellout.
I think you did your upcoming pay rise no harm by bringing the issue as soon as possible to Philip’s attention and also the farewell bj!
I think you did your upcoming pay rise no harm by bringing the issue as soon as possible to Philip’s attention and also the farewell bj!
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Thanks for the update Dawn. Hope Mark is feeling better soon. I certainly hope that Jeremy's execution is carried out swiftly and you get to pull the trigger
Pay raise for you from this is a great result...
Pay raise for you from this is a great result...
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Dawn; Yup, What a day Friday, It was now almost 4pm, I had to have lunch at the Ship with Philip for decency's sake (he wanted to lunch in bed). Keep him onside. Whilst I only saw the Brighton guy once per month on Teams and quarterly in the office, I still despised him, especially dropping an office junior in it, I will fight for her. I must admit I was feeling just a little smug about this todays work. Philip said he's toast .
Now I had to drive from Wandsworth to a hotel in Kingsclere in Hampshire, get myself composed to see Kit for dinner and look good. In Philips apartment parking lot in the basement, I popped the boot and got my ‘Kit’ gear out. No-one appeared to be around, I stripped my black leggings off, from my overnight bag pulled on a pair of tight black leather trousers (real leather), pulled my jumper off, now topless, (God it was bloody freezing to the point my nipples ached), quick spray of perfume, even colder, I slipped on my favourite black silk see-through, buttonless blouse which crosses over wherever I want it to and tucked into my trousers, black heels, good to go, looked in the mirror. Hot, hot, hot. This outfit would have been too much to keep Philip in control, but I don’t want to keep Kit in control. One last thing, I know I’m not a teenager anymore, but I put my hair into a pony tail. About to get in the car looked up, fuck, cctv! ah well, I just smiled and blew a kiss. I hope it made their day.
Heaters on, heated seat on, the journey was 2 hours but I just took my time, enjoying the moment. Arrived at 7pm. Pulled my leather jacket on, went in and gave my overnight case to reception and did the finishing touches in the loo. I felt? High! and so randy. Kit was waiting at the bar, looking very sophisticated and beamed when I walked in, I am so vain, but heads did turn, more so when I slipped my jacket off and kissed Kit. All he could do was grin and order me a large glass of white wine. Maybe everyone thought I was a hooker? I always keep my wedding rings on and so does Kit, so I hoped they guessed it was a Valentines Night treat for him. Because it was going to be.
Dinner was wonderful, my boobs, although discreetly covered, were visible through the silk, last time I wore this under bright lights I might as well have been topless, but tonight everything was subtle. Kit said they were lovely and actually pressed a nipple like a button, which didn’t go unnoticed by other guests and the waiter. I have good boobs, I exercise them as do others, and I am proud of them. He said he loved the pony tail.
We must have drunk a bottle and a half between us and I was feeling no pain, I told him about the interview and all the goings on, missing out the bit about Mike of course. The only comment he made was that he’d gone to a lot of trouble to push business my way..… I promised him I was very much staying put. He thought my plot to nail Brighton was a bit Macbeth, and the sly demand for a raise, masterly. Asked when the showdown, I said month end probably.
He told me, he and his wife had had The Talk and she had agreed with him to spice up their life and had decided to date a friend of hers, wasn’t that wonderful. And so convenient??! Men can be so gullible. She just happened to have a chap on call. So things happier at home. I told him Mark was learning to fly, which he said was really adventurous, really wanted to meet him, I let that pass. The evening wizzed by, he kept giving give my boobs an ogle, so I said,’imagine these tits in your mouth’. Well, that was it, we finished our wine and climbed the stairs to our room, stopping so he could check my tits out, and I mean out.
The room was lovely. Traditional style and although large, really cozy. We lost no time, I struggled my leather trousers off and jumped on him, smothering him with my boobs and kisses, I told him I'd missed him. The sex was great, the intimacy was greater and within an hour he’d fucked me well and truly, unusually he pulled out and came on my belly and boobs, I was absolutely covered in come. It was only then that he saw my tattoo, went completely still, shocked I suppose, I thought fuck he doesn’t like it. Then he took a very close look, kissed it and nibbled my clit for about 10 minutes. He said he loved it, had some great ideas for another one. Er, No rush. Mop down and this time I was on top, gave him my Singapore grip, how does he produce all that come, this time as I got off, on his belly. We drifted off to sleep till morning when I was awakened for a lazy screw on our sides. Breakfast and then home to my lovely Mark.
Thankfully the weekend was quiet, and I’m sorting out next moves all round, We’re at Ray and Tony’s next Saturday/Sunday and I’ve really got the urge to squeeze a Remi fix in next week. And of course Mike on Thursday, looking forward to that. So good to shake off coughs and colds.
Making up for lost time. Speak soon. Dawn xx
Now I had to drive from Wandsworth to a hotel in Kingsclere in Hampshire, get myself composed to see Kit for dinner and look good. In Philips apartment parking lot in the basement, I popped the boot and got my ‘Kit’ gear out. No-one appeared to be around, I stripped my black leggings off, from my overnight bag pulled on a pair of tight black leather trousers (real leather), pulled my jumper off, now topless, (God it was bloody freezing to the point my nipples ached), quick spray of perfume, even colder, I slipped on my favourite black silk see-through, buttonless blouse which crosses over wherever I want it to and tucked into my trousers, black heels, good to go, looked in the mirror. Hot, hot, hot. This outfit would have been too much to keep Philip in control, but I don’t want to keep Kit in control. One last thing, I know I’m not a teenager anymore, but I put my hair into a pony tail. About to get in the car looked up, fuck, cctv! ah well, I just smiled and blew a kiss. I hope it made their day.
Heaters on, heated seat on, the journey was 2 hours but I just took my time, enjoying the moment. Arrived at 7pm. Pulled my leather jacket on, went in and gave my overnight case to reception and did the finishing touches in the loo. I felt? High! and so randy. Kit was waiting at the bar, looking very sophisticated and beamed when I walked in, I am so vain, but heads did turn, more so when I slipped my jacket off and kissed Kit. All he could do was grin and order me a large glass of white wine. Maybe everyone thought I was a hooker? I always keep my wedding rings on and so does Kit, so I hoped they guessed it was a Valentines Night treat for him. Because it was going to be.
Dinner was wonderful, my boobs, although discreetly covered, were visible through the silk, last time I wore this under bright lights I might as well have been topless, but tonight everything was subtle. Kit said they were lovely and actually pressed a nipple like a button, which didn’t go unnoticed by other guests and the waiter. I have good boobs, I exercise them as do others, and I am proud of them. He said he loved the pony tail.
We must have drunk a bottle and a half between us and I was feeling no pain, I told him about the interview and all the goings on, missing out the bit about Mike of course. The only comment he made was that he’d gone to a lot of trouble to push business my way..… I promised him I was very much staying put. He thought my plot to nail Brighton was a bit Macbeth, and the sly demand for a raise, masterly. Asked when the showdown, I said month end probably.
He told me, he and his wife had had The Talk and she had agreed with him to spice up their life and had decided to date a friend of hers, wasn’t that wonderful. And so convenient??! Men can be so gullible. She just happened to have a chap on call. So things happier at home. I told him Mark was learning to fly, which he said was really adventurous, really wanted to meet him, I let that pass. The evening wizzed by, he kept giving give my boobs an ogle, so I said,’imagine these tits in your mouth’. Well, that was it, we finished our wine and climbed the stairs to our room, stopping so he could check my tits out, and I mean out.
The room was lovely. Traditional style and although large, really cozy. We lost no time, I struggled my leather trousers off and jumped on him, smothering him with my boobs and kisses, I told him I'd missed him. The sex was great, the intimacy was greater and within an hour he’d fucked me well and truly, unusually he pulled out and came on my belly and boobs, I was absolutely covered in come. It was only then that he saw my tattoo, went completely still, shocked I suppose, I thought fuck he doesn’t like it. Then he took a very close look, kissed it and nibbled my clit for about 10 minutes. He said he loved it, had some great ideas for another one. Er, No rush. Mop down and this time I was on top, gave him my Singapore grip, how does he produce all that come, this time as I got off, on his belly. We drifted off to sleep till morning when I was awakened for a lazy screw on our sides. Breakfast and then home to my lovely Mark.
Thankfully the weekend was quiet, and I’m sorting out next moves all round, We’re at Ray and Tony’s next Saturday/Sunday and I’ve really got the urge to squeeze a Remi fix in next week. And of course Mike on Thursday, looking forward to that. So good to shake off coughs and colds.
Making up for lost time. Speak soon. Dawn xx
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Dawn, thanks for the update, I expect that car park recording will be shared around the boys, it will be interesting next week, Mark the L drive talking to Tony a F1 drive, that will be fascinating to watch
You are going to have a busy week, were you not going to see Remi with Ray sometime for a double date?
It is always good to break in a new boy, I hope a Mark has the moved to match the looks, if not at lest he has the looks
I think your right, lets spice up our marriage, yes such a good idea, I like my friend…
So it is Tuesday and you seeing Ray Saturday, you have a few days to kill and Mark will be distracted with his new hobby
You are going to have a busy week, were you not going to see Remi with Ray sometime for a double date?
It is always good to break in a new boy, I hope a Mark has the moved to match the looks, if not at lest he has the looks
I think your right, lets spice up our marriage, yes such a good idea, I like my friend…
So it is Tuesday and you seeing Ray Saturday, you have a few days to kill and Mark will be distracted with his new hobby
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Thanks for the wonderful update Dawn.
I hope that all goes well with your weekend meet-up and you are both totally relaxed by all the attention you will undoubtedly receive.
As you accidentally flashed the security team at the car park, could you possibly post a picture of it in the Hotties of this outfit? Please!. . . I stripped my black leggings off, from my overnight bag pulled on a pair of tight black leather trousers (real leather), pulled my jumper off, now topless, (God it was bloody freezing to the point my nipples ached), quick spray of perfume, even colder, I slipped on my favourite black silk see-through, buttonless blouse which crosses over wherever I want it to and tucked into my trousers, black heels, good to go, looked in the mirror. Hot, hot, hot. This outfit would have been too much to keep Philip in control, but I don’t want to keep Kit in control. One last thing, I know I’m not a teenager anymore, but I put my hair into a pony tail. About to get in the car looked up, fuck, cctv! ah well, I just smiled and blew a kiss. I hope it made their day.
I hope that all goes well with your weekend meet-up and you are both totally relaxed by all the attention you will undoubtedly receive.
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Another lovely update. Thank you.
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Dawn; Philip told me on Friday 21st on FaceTime, I am going to the month end Firm’s meeting on the 28th in London. Only ‘Brighton’ and I will appear in person everyone else is through TEAMS, and then the afternoon showdown. Can you believe that fucking snake “Brighton’, had sent an email detailing that I had attended an interview with a competitor and was therefore there is an obvious conflict of interest and potential breach. He would selflessly look after my Southern Office during my suspension and dismissal, just to help the Firm. I sat and looked at the screen, I admit I cried. Philip smiled, said it was obvious I was being set up, not to worry, he, Frank and HR would be there and all agreed he was history. He thought it a good idea I go up to his apartment for a run through on Thursday night. Oh how obvious!! But I agreed he was right.
To nice things; last Thursday. This was my first proper date with Mike. I was really looking forward to it and actually had butterflies. The usual bath and shave. I wore a tight mid grey, long sleeve jersey dress, just below the knee and up to a round neck, zip up the back, hair down and black shoes, waft of perfume, red lipstick. Yes, my tits and bum looked great in the mirror.
Cold night but clear skies, stars looked beautiful, an omen? We met at the same restaurant. He was great company, witty, intelligent, well travelled yet quite a modest guy, rather good looking too. He was very complimentary and made lovely comments about my appearance, my figure and dress, mentioned my nipples were very attractive too, for which I graciously thanked him.
We talked about me, so many men don’t, about my work, my marriage, my children, but what about him? I eventually got out of him he was brought up in Ireland, he was married, his wife and he very much estranged for the last 10 years, no intention of divorce (Catholic and old fashioned, and I suspect, expensive), she lived in one of his properties in London’s west end with their 2 sons, also pretty much estranged from him, and she had ‘various men friends’ so she was OK. How sweet. Oh and he picked up all the bills.
He’d been a senior civil servant, so non-political, for 30 years working in central London. On retirement he was invited back for 2 days a week as advisor to whichever government was in place, he called them clowns. Just about the same salary, he admitted it was a gravy train. He despised politicians, they were all the same, pure self interest. There were a few good guys who did want to do a good job, but not many. He said ‘most couldn’t find their arse with both hands’. I thought that funny. His real income was from his properties and farms. He was obviously loaded, but far from flash. He did ask if I was going over to the other Firm. I said no. He smiled, said, 'Good, they're cunts'. I said, 'you've taken the very words from my mouth', and winked.
After dinner; we headed to his hideout. I say hideout, it was a large 6 bedroom period house nestled north of the Southdowns near Midhurst, tucked well away from the road. I had to follow him in his car down tiny country lanes, and on arrival, marked it on my satnav straight away, otherwise there’s no chance I’d find it again. No neighbours for miles. I noticed cctv everywhere, he said the alarms were connected to Chichester police station and some government department or other.
Inside was just as lovely, beautifully furnished large rooms, very plush. I was presented with another glass of wine and kicked off my shoes. We talked some more , then he offered to show me around the house, at last, he made a move. Lots of kissing and boobs squeezed through my dress, ‘no bra’, he very much approved. I told him I don’t wear them. Huge grin and squeezed them again. Upstairs, as the bedroom was south facing, no lights on and none outside, the view in clear moonlight over the South Downs hills was so ethereal, I stood at the window in absolute awe. Standing behind me, he put his arm around my tummy, nuzzling my neck, squeezing my tits and rubbing my belly through my clothes, actions guaranteed to turn my insides to liquid. My zip came down, he pushed my dress forward off my shoulders, (I did help by pulling my sleeves clear) and the dress slipped to the floor. His hands resumed their roving and I was pleased with the intake of breath and the comment ‘no pants either? ‘No!’ I almost added, and no hair either, but he was already there.
We moved to the bed in the room where I removed his shirt and trousers, knelt down to remove boxers and socks to be greeted with a lovely hard cock, not the biggest or thickest but more than good enough. I gave him a long slow blow job, he wanted to pull out on coming, but I hung in there. He was no come factory like Kit or Remi or even Mark but it was enough and nice. He laid me on the bed, very expertly returned the favour, orgasm no1.
As he laid on beside me, I stretched out across his chest to kiss him, only to be given a very hard slap across each cheek of my arse. Surprised but not dismayed. So he did it again leaving me with hand marks and a warm pink bum. I climbed astride him, leant down, kissed him as he guided himself in. Sitting up, gave him a present from Singapore. He pinched my nipples quite hard causing me to gasp. Is there a pattern here, let’s see? He did it again, this time I said, ‘harder’, so he did. Fuck, who needs clamps? He had fingers like a vice, it hurt a lot but as he held on it became hot and nice. So this is what he’s into, good news. This went on for about 30 minutes, into doggy position, pinching, biting, slapping, from nowhere 2 fingers up my backside and some pretty rough sex. As he came he pulled out and came on my back. I have to say it was exhilarating, for a guy in his mid 60’s ,wow. For me that was orgasms 2 and 3. For him 2. I owe him one.
He made it clear this was not a one-off. He wanted to see me often, I agreed with his feelings. Then the q&a about proclivities and history, I was to go first; I loved my husband, we’d never part, we had ‘an arrangement’ which worked, I also had a girlfriend who he would love and just as naughty as me. His cock definitely jumped at that. Had I had 3somes, yes. I obviously liked it rough, was the pain too much? No, it was all good but only from friends, which made him laugh. I didn’t mention Remi.
How did I feel about pretty wild parties where things get playful? I said I was intrigued, he’d have to show me. He told me that he and about 6 of his friends threw once a month parties, which got rather hot. He had to be careful who he invited as there would be some well known people, plus important and powerful people who didn’t want to be well known. I asked if I had to sign an NDA, he laughed, said no, you have as much to lose as everyone else, meaning my career. I mentioned Will’s parties to which he said there would be no business just pleasure. So I’m going to a party on 15th March. He suggested I brought Ray - and Mark, I declined for the moment. He climbed on top and off we went again, slowly this time.
He suggested a cup tea, so I picked my dress up and we went to the kitchen with him, both naked and quite unabashed. Tea in hand, he showed me through a door, switched on the lights, into a fantastic indoor swimming pool. Again I was absolutely blow away. 'Fancy a swim?' Tea drunk, I jumped in, he went down the steps. It was warm and just - well, marvellous. Several lengths of the pool, and I had my first fuck standing up in the glorious warm water. I really liked this guy, he had such class. I dried myself and slipped my dress on. Many hugs, feels and kisses in the kitchen, the kitchen that was something else too. Time for home. Believe it or not, I felt so good. The starry sky was beautiful, so I put the roof down, turned the heaters and ‘neck scarf’ on the car up, wore my Goose jacket. I drove home through the Sussex countryside in a dream. No music, just a subdued sat nav, headlights. Got home around 4. Snuggled up to Mark, I’ll make it up to him in the morning. Dawn xx
Oh yes Mark, we need to talk about a pool in our garden, you can afford it, especially after the documents about you that I’ve seen .
To nice things; last Thursday. This was my first proper date with Mike. I was really looking forward to it and actually had butterflies. The usual bath and shave. I wore a tight mid grey, long sleeve jersey dress, just below the knee and up to a round neck, zip up the back, hair down and black shoes, waft of perfume, red lipstick. Yes, my tits and bum looked great in the mirror.
Cold night but clear skies, stars looked beautiful, an omen? We met at the same restaurant. He was great company, witty, intelligent, well travelled yet quite a modest guy, rather good looking too. He was very complimentary and made lovely comments about my appearance, my figure and dress, mentioned my nipples were very attractive too, for which I graciously thanked him.
We talked about me, so many men don’t, about my work, my marriage, my children, but what about him? I eventually got out of him he was brought up in Ireland, he was married, his wife and he very much estranged for the last 10 years, no intention of divorce (Catholic and old fashioned, and I suspect, expensive), she lived in one of his properties in London’s west end with their 2 sons, also pretty much estranged from him, and she had ‘various men friends’ so she was OK. How sweet. Oh and he picked up all the bills.
He’d been a senior civil servant, so non-political, for 30 years working in central London. On retirement he was invited back for 2 days a week as advisor to whichever government was in place, he called them clowns. Just about the same salary, he admitted it was a gravy train. He despised politicians, they were all the same, pure self interest. There were a few good guys who did want to do a good job, but not many. He said ‘most couldn’t find their arse with both hands’. I thought that funny. His real income was from his properties and farms. He was obviously loaded, but far from flash. He did ask if I was going over to the other Firm. I said no. He smiled, said, 'Good, they're cunts'. I said, 'you've taken the very words from my mouth', and winked.
After dinner; we headed to his hideout. I say hideout, it was a large 6 bedroom period house nestled north of the Southdowns near Midhurst, tucked well away from the road. I had to follow him in his car down tiny country lanes, and on arrival, marked it on my satnav straight away, otherwise there’s no chance I’d find it again. No neighbours for miles. I noticed cctv everywhere, he said the alarms were connected to Chichester police station and some government department or other.
Inside was just as lovely, beautifully furnished large rooms, very plush. I was presented with another glass of wine and kicked off my shoes. We talked some more , then he offered to show me around the house, at last, he made a move. Lots of kissing and boobs squeezed through my dress, ‘no bra’, he very much approved. I told him I don’t wear them. Huge grin and squeezed them again. Upstairs, as the bedroom was south facing, no lights on and none outside, the view in clear moonlight over the South Downs hills was so ethereal, I stood at the window in absolute awe. Standing behind me, he put his arm around my tummy, nuzzling my neck, squeezing my tits and rubbing my belly through my clothes, actions guaranteed to turn my insides to liquid. My zip came down, he pushed my dress forward off my shoulders, (I did help by pulling my sleeves clear) and the dress slipped to the floor. His hands resumed their roving and I was pleased with the intake of breath and the comment ‘no pants either? ‘No!’ I almost added, and no hair either, but he was already there.
We moved to the bed in the room where I removed his shirt and trousers, knelt down to remove boxers and socks to be greeted with a lovely hard cock, not the biggest or thickest but more than good enough. I gave him a long slow blow job, he wanted to pull out on coming, but I hung in there. He was no come factory like Kit or Remi or even Mark but it was enough and nice. He laid me on the bed, very expertly returned the favour, orgasm no1.
As he laid on beside me, I stretched out across his chest to kiss him, only to be given a very hard slap across each cheek of my arse. Surprised but not dismayed. So he did it again leaving me with hand marks and a warm pink bum. I climbed astride him, leant down, kissed him as he guided himself in. Sitting up, gave him a present from Singapore. He pinched my nipples quite hard causing me to gasp. Is there a pattern here, let’s see? He did it again, this time I said, ‘harder’, so he did. Fuck, who needs clamps? He had fingers like a vice, it hurt a lot but as he held on it became hot and nice. So this is what he’s into, good news. This went on for about 30 minutes, into doggy position, pinching, biting, slapping, from nowhere 2 fingers up my backside and some pretty rough sex. As he came he pulled out and came on my back. I have to say it was exhilarating, for a guy in his mid 60’s ,wow. For me that was orgasms 2 and 3. For him 2. I owe him one.
He made it clear this was not a one-off. He wanted to see me often, I agreed with his feelings. Then the q&a about proclivities and history, I was to go first; I loved my husband, we’d never part, we had ‘an arrangement’ which worked, I also had a girlfriend who he would love and just as naughty as me. His cock definitely jumped at that. Had I had 3somes, yes. I obviously liked it rough, was the pain too much? No, it was all good but only from friends, which made him laugh. I didn’t mention Remi.
How did I feel about pretty wild parties where things get playful? I said I was intrigued, he’d have to show me. He told me that he and about 6 of his friends threw once a month parties, which got rather hot. He had to be careful who he invited as there would be some well known people, plus important and powerful people who didn’t want to be well known. I asked if I had to sign an NDA, he laughed, said no, you have as much to lose as everyone else, meaning my career. I mentioned Will’s parties to which he said there would be no business just pleasure. So I’m going to a party on 15th March. He suggested I brought Ray - and Mark, I declined for the moment. He climbed on top and off we went again, slowly this time.
He suggested a cup tea, so I picked my dress up and we went to the kitchen with him, both naked and quite unabashed. Tea in hand, he showed me through a door, switched on the lights, into a fantastic indoor swimming pool. Again I was absolutely blow away. 'Fancy a swim?' Tea drunk, I jumped in, he went down the steps. It was warm and just - well, marvellous. Several lengths of the pool, and I had my first fuck standing up in the glorious warm water. I really liked this guy, he had such class. I dried myself and slipped my dress on. Many hugs, feels and kisses in the kitchen, the kitchen that was something else too. Time for home. Believe it or not, I felt so good. The starry sky was beautiful, so I put the roof down, turned the heaters and ‘neck scarf’ on the car up, wore my Goose jacket. I drove home through the Sussex countryside in a dream. No music, just a subdued sat nav, headlights. Got home around 4. Snuggled up to Mark, I’ll make it up to him in the morning. Dawn xx
Oh yes Mark, we need to talk about a pool in our garden, you can afford it, especially after the documents about you that I’ve seen .
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Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
What great news about the upcoming retribution on Friday. I do hope that Philip is right and they are aiming for “Brighton boy”! I hope that they have taken your advice and are going to retrain “Brighton boy’s”underling as she seems only to have been following his orders.
I do hope you manage to update us on “Brighton boy’s” punishment.
Mike seems a really good person to know, the upcoming party sounds exotic and erotic. I hope it’s all you and we think it will be. I adored your clothing descriptions, it all helps me to visualise you.
How’s Mark’s training going? Has he had his familiarisation flight yet?
Learning to fly is expensive and time consuming, so the thoughts of your own indoor/outdoor pool might have to be put on hold for a while.
I do hope you manage to update us on “Brighton boy’s” punishment.
Mike seems a really good person to know, the upcoming party sounds exotic and erotic. I hope it’s all you and we think it will be. I adored your clothing descriptions, it all helps me to visualise you.
How’s Mark’s training going? Has he had his familiarisation flight yet?
Learning to fly is expensive and time consuming, so the thoughts of your own indoor/outdoor pool might have to be put on hold for a while.