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

[skoot1958]

LL, well said, I hope Ocean keeps posting, I can understand why Ocean may stop posting, real life is not a book, and can go in any direction as anytime, there was a good article in the Sunday times last weekend about middle age woman looking for new dynamics in there life style. It is an old story that ALL French woman all have a lover

[mundyman]

Dear All,
I have just returned from a few days break after 14 days solid of 18hour days putting some important business to bed. On my return I opened my OHW account to find the Private Message below.
I have maintained the writers anonymity as it was a PM.
To say I’m mightily pissed off to have my integrity called into question is an understatement. I'm not a sensitive guy, ask my wife, as I say this is not a ‘story’, it’s my life at present and as I have said many times it’s moving way faster than I would like. I think perhaps if this is how my narrative is viewed, I should take a break for a while. I have included my response.
Skoot 1958, thank you for your comments and guidance, perhaps you’d like to include your 2 penneth. I’m not sure about mediators in these circumstances.


'Just thoughts.'
Sent: 06 Nov 2023 05:59 
by xxxxxxx
Interesting narrative. You writers need to remember (2) things about writing lifestyle stories. (1). Everyone you meet is NOT perfectly built sex machines!
(2). Things don't move this fast EVER!

Everyone knows Skoot1958 is also you.

Here's what I would like to see happen down the road of this story.
Dawn should fall hopelessly in love with Will. (1) You could write a long narrative of how the two of you get back together. (2) You end up divorced and write a story of heart break and ....recovery or suicide.

Dawn becomes totally addicted to extreme BDSM. What happens to her, how this would tie into the above narrative?

My response:
Re: Just thoughts.
Sent: 11 Nov 2023 10:57 
by ocean

Hi xxxxx, Thank you for your message.
To be clear: This is not a 'story' it is my life at present. I have stated several times that I write this not for attention, but for some form of self therapy and advice, as I am not entirely comfortable with my current situation albeit stimulating. Skoot is most definitely a separate individual and contributor who has been very kind and given positive input in an area in which I do not have experience. He has DM'd me with advice, some of which I have taken. Your suggestions and suspicions apart from causing offence, can only inhibit narration and to be frank some of your recommendations are cold and callous at best - suicide?

In summary: My wife suggested we gave the hotwife lifestyle 'a go' as we were having problems (after 23 years of marriage) and in addition to her 'difficult upbringing'. She felt bored and unfulfilled. Comments, compliments and certain attentions from others, have said my wife is a very attractive, sensual woman. I reluctantly agreed to her suggestion to enter the 'lifestyle' but felt this option to be the best way for her to 'get this out of her system'. In honesty, I also thought I could have a degree of control and knowledge without her going down the affair line again. So certain licence was agreed and given to each with several rules and veto's.

Unsurprisingly to me, she has taken full advantage of these freedoms, the lack of which she felt had stifled our relationship. As is her personality, she has embraced opportunity from get-go, starting off with simple dating; as she has made acquaintances the web has spread wider, a fact she has eagerly explored, in my view without thinking through consequences. In my narrative, as a straightforward 'vanilla' guy I have expressed several times that the speed of investigation and development in certain activities, have caused me great concern. I think she is intent on trying out as much as she can while she can.
During the course of her ventures we/she have made friends and I am hoping her friend Ray (also a a professional person) will bring a more balanced influence to my wife's 'gung-ho' behaviour.
Her activities have caused strife at home, the Will situation and the control he exerts is worrying and the violence with Remi are crazy risks. I am almost embarrassed to admit, although we both have in principle the right of veto, if I tried to stop her now I would have a world of problems to deal with undoubtably to my detriment. I am 'hanging on' until this fervour has run it's course and we can get back to some form of normality. END

There’s always one person who’s going to shit in the pool and ruin it for everyone else.
I hope you can let this roll off your back and know that 99% of the members here are enjoying your sharing of the adventures of your sexy hotwife and you!
Look forward to hearing about her experience at the tat shop. Might there be a piercing in her future also? Those types of things tend to show submissiveness and activity in the bdsm lifestyle.

[Wannabecuck2468]

It's a real shame that it has come to this. Unfortunately these days, the internet brings out the loonies as well as us normal folk.

I have thoroughly enjoyed this thread, so I hope Ocean continues to fill us in with their ventures in the lifestyle.

Having seen the pics of Dawn, I can appreciate why things are moving quickly and why she attracts many suitors.

So, please continue writing, ignore this dropkick ( a word used in the Convict Country), hopefully Mods can ban him and you don't need to put up with it anymore.

[skoot1958]

I fully agree, a ban would be good, but the troll will just use a different email account and re join

A good looking woman of a certain age, that’s is open and willing, will easily find men willing to play

Just as a example Zara https://www.reddit.com/u/ZarasLondonSex ... rUO9tnxVI7

On another point writing style, I wish I could write as good as Ocean

Last point do some goggle and you can find BDSM play rooms
In London with out any problem just one example https://londondungeonsuite.co.uk/

Maybe us brits have a thing for BDSM with our class based society

[ocean]

Guys, I would like to thank you all for your support. Skoot I think it’s because they never see you and I in the same room, haha. I guess you can’t please everyone. But do understand I see no point in any form of bullshit in any part of my life. I mentioned it to Dawn, she said ‘why bother at all?’ because I find it de-stressing and a fund of knowledge and advice about her ‘condition’. ‘Then don’t let a prick like that bother you’. Not the most comforting response.

Just a small update. We took a few days away for some r&r. I was exhausted getting the prep work and s/ware trials done for this installation. It’s a complete document management facility. The biggest I’ve ever done in 15 years. 84 MFD (scan/print/copy) machines, plus a massive print room installation, driven by a huge suite of software. The actual installation will be Friday close of business till late, full day Saturday and testing Sunday 12/14 hour/day To avoid disruption of the company’s day time operation. All my guys are on overtime/bonus, as are the suppliers staff and the company’s own propeller heads (tech engineers (black arts)) a different world, a different language. (I’m told I’m a dinosaur). Then the trainers go in on Monday for the week. This whole venture has been exhausting. All I want to do is sleep. The second of Will’s companies (Group has six) the prat buyer is dragging his feet, thank God, I need the breather.

Not one to miss an opportunity, Dawn is answering the demand from Will for Friday overnight and straight to Ray on Saturday also overnight. Breakfast Sunday it is then. So there will be more to write about later.

While we were away, the kit, courtesy of Will, arrived on Friday and we spent Saturday unpacking. The list is endless, he’s sent everything. More than most South American juntas. Things which not only confuse me but frighten me. There is a padded bench and a curved bench, toys like I’ve never seen, nipple clamps and suckers, spreaders, riding crop, paddle, leather flogger, candle wax??, blindfolds, collar, gag (useful), cordless wand vibrator, blue-tooth vibrators (all re-chargeable), clip buckled leather cuffs, rope, ‘wedge’, fluffy toy (for our older readers). Makes are lela, liberator etc. There’s got to be best part of a couple of grand here. Obviously planning field visits in my absence.

I have told Dawn that she must pay for it (with money, probably mine) as it makes her beholden to Will. I did notice the delivery docket showed one of his companies name, so Dawn must be tax deductible.

A discrete internal lock had to be put on the fitted wardrobe door to keep our 2 lads (in their mid/late 20’s) from seeing all of this. I’ll get the stick. ‘Mum doesn’t do things like that!’ God if they only knew it’s her driving it. Her brains have descended to her knickers, actually I think they’ve always been there. I’ve left the punchbag against the wall to give an air of normality, and given the weights to one of my engineers, I can’t lift them anyway. So we’re all set to try it out during the week. I wish you all a good and successful week. Mark

[Long Lurker 34]

Guys, I would like to thank you all for your support. Skoot I think it’s because they never see you and I in the same room, haha. I guess you can’t please everyone. But do understand I see no point in any form of bullshit in any part of my life. I mentioned it to Dawn, she said ‘why bother at all?’ because I find it de-stressing and a fund of knowledge and advice about her ‘condition’. ‘Then don’t let a prick like that bother you’. Not the most comforting response.

Just a small update. We took a few days away for some r&r. I was exhausted getting the prep work and s/ware trials done for this installation. It’s a complete document management facility. The biggest I’ve ever done in 15 years. 84 MFD (scan/print/copy) machines, plus a massive print room installation, driven by a huge suite of software. The actual installation will be Friday close of business till late, full day Saturday and testing Sunday 12/14 hour/day To avoid disruption of the company’s day time operation. All my guys are on overtime/bonus, as are the suppliers staff and the company’s own propeller heads (tech engineers (black arts)) a different world, a different language. (I’m told I’m a dinosaur). Then the trainers go in on Monday for the week. This whole venture has been exhausting. All I want to do is sleep. The second of Will’s companies (Group has six) the prat buyer is dragging his feet, thank God, I need the breather.

Not one to miss an opportunity, Dawn is answering the demand from Will for Friday overnight and straight to Ray on Saturday also overnight. Breakfast Sunday it is then. So there will be more to write about later.

While we were away, the kit, courtesy of Will, arrived on Friday and we spent Saturday unpacking. The list is endless, he’s sent everything. More than most South American juntas. Things which not only confuse me but frighten me. There is a padded bench and a curved bench, toys like I’ve never seen, nipple clamps and suckers, spreaders, riding crop, paddle, leather flogger, candle wax??, blindfolds, collar, gag (useful), cordless wand vibrator, blue-tooth vibrators (all re-chargeable), clip buckled leather cuffs, rope, ‘wedge’, fluffy toy (for our older readers). Makes are lela, liberator etc. There’s got to be best part of a couple of grand here. Obviously planning field visits in my absence.

I have told Dawn that she must pay for it (with money, probably mine) as it makes her beholden to Will. I did notice the delivery docket showed one of his companies name, so Dawn must be tax deductible.

A discrete internal lock had to be put on the fitted wardrobe door to keep our 2 lads (in their mid/late 20’s) from seeing all of this. I’ll get the stick. ‘Mum doesn’t do things like that!’ God if they only knew it’s her driving it. Her brains have descended to her knickers, actually I think they’ve always been there. I’ve left the punchbag against the wall to give an air of normality, and given the weights to one of my engineers, I can’t lift them anyway. So we’re all set to try it out during the week. I wish you all a good and successful week. Mark

O - Sort of cold comfort, but none the less basically what you need to do. Think Star Trek "Shields up!"
- I have to say I hope there is a pussy pump included in that lot. The end result can be quite interesting.

[skoot1958]

Ocean, with the install next weekend and Dawn out for the weekend, are you plaining to stay over local to the install next weekend, is this an opportunity to take Michelle our for dinner, your have a hotel room the for the weekend

Your need to do some research on how to use these new toys

What was the out come of piercings and tattoo conversation with Dawn, had Dawn talk to Ray about them, what does Ray think

[mundyman]

Guys, I would like to thank you all for your support. Skoot I think it’s because they never see you and I in the same room, haha. I guess you can’t please everyone. But do understand I see no point in any form of bullshit in any part of my life. I mentioned it to Dawn, she said ‘why bother at all?’ because I find it de-stressing and a fund of knowledge and advice about her ‘condition’. ‘Then don’t let a prick like that bother you’. Not the most comforting response.

Just a small update. We took a few days away for some r&r. I was exhausted getting the prep work and s/ware trials done for this installation. It’s a complete document management facility. The biggest I’ve ever done in 15 years. 84 MFD (scan/print/copy) machines, plus a massive print room installation, driven by a huge suite of software. The actual installation will be Friday close of business till late, full day Saturday and testing Sunday 12/14 hour/day To avoid disruption of the company’s day time operation. All my guys are on overtime/bonus, as are the suppliers staff and the company’s own propeller heads (tech engineers (black arts)) a different world, a different language. (I’m told I’m a dinosaur). Then the trainers go in on Monday for the week. This whole venture has been exhausting. All I want to do is sleep. The second of Will’s companies (Group has six) the prat buyer is dragging his feet, thank God, I need the breather.

Not one to miss an opportunity, Dawn is answering the demand from Will for Friday overnight and straight to Ray on Saturday also overnight. Breakfast Sunday it is then. So there will be more to write about later.

While we were away, the kit, courtesy of Will, arrived on Friday and we spent Saturday unpacking. The list is endless, he’s sent everything. More than most South American juntas. Things which not only confuse me but frighten me. There is a padded bench and a curved bench, toys like I’ve never seen, nipple clamps and suckers, spreaders, riding crop, paddle, leather flogger, candle wax??, blindfolds, collar, gag (useful), cordless wand vibrator, blue-tooth vibrators (all re-chargeable), clip buckled leather cuffs, rope, ‘wedge’, fluffy toy (for our older readers). Makes are lela, liberator etc. There’s got to be best part of a couple of grand here. Obviously planning field visits in my absence.

I have told Dawn that she must pay for it (with money, probably mine) as it makes her beholden to Will. I did notice the delivery docket showed one of his companies name, so Dawn must be tax deductible.

A discrete internal lock had to be put on the fitted wardrobe door to keep our 2 lads (in their mid/late 20’s) from seeing all of this. I’ll get the stick. ‘Mum doesn’t do things like that!’ God if they only knew it’s her driving it. Her brains have descended to her knickers, actually I think they’ve always been there. I’ve left the punchbag against the wall to give an air of normality, and given the weights to one of my engineers, I can’t lift them anyway. So we’re all set to try it out during the week. I wish you all a good and successful week. Mark

Thank for the update Mark.
I have a “what if” question for you:
What would your response be, what would the consequences be if Dawn got tatted and/or pierced while she was with her French Master Remi? Remi chooses the artist, Remi chooses the artwork for his submissive. Her mark of submission to Remi. And what if it even eent so far as Remi having her pierced??
He certainly seems to have a hold on her much like John jasson’s wife in his story.
She certainly does seem to let go and enter a deep sub space when she is with him.

[ocean]

Hi All, I've just read an entry memberlist.php?mode=viewprofile&u=108541 which refers to 'Hot Wife Frenzy' - so it isn't just me. Dawn has gone from zero to off the clock in a relevantly short time, seemingly out of control. Hence my comment sample everything, but not all in one day. I feel much better now.
The Remi situation is a little out of hand but it's the Svengali like approach of Will that actually worries me. A creeping fog.

I am hoping that Ray will be the voice of reason, but she's as mad as a box frogs in her own way. They're like 2 kids together.
As for the tattoos and piercing, I will be honest I am against it and have asked her not to do either. Tattoos are for life and she has really lovely nipples, why mangle them (and my teeth). We'll see.

[ocean]

Correction: Hotwife Frenzy
Unread post by Abrandnewstart194 » 07 Nov 2023 12:07

[binottny]

Ocean thanks for posting! Sorry you have had to endure, the bullshit from others.. It's sad how the world has become overly populated with shitty human beings. Anyway, I/we are pulling for you and enjoy hearing about your exploits. Thank you

[skoot1958]

Ocean, from what you have said, Dawn is free to do what she wants, IMHO Reni is just an interesting naughty boy, dirty fuck, a coach to a New World, Will could end up being a long term boy friend, why would Will want anymore, he can have Dawn when we wants, and as neither what exclusivity in there relationship, then one must assume Will has other Dawns on the go, just like Dawn has other hobbies

The bit I can not understand is why buy the equipment, I am sure Will has equipment at his place, your find out next weekend, and as Will wants to pretend he does not exist, why have equipment at your place, Will will have limited opportunity to use such equipment with Dawn, as you not away often, Dawn should really find out why

As for the equipment make good use, maybe let Cheryl and you play with Dawn, or combinations, when you have a full house this could be a lot of fun

BTW piercing Dawns lovely nipples, will adds to the experience and you can still use your teeth, and clit hood will just be new, all totally reversible

If Dawn is going to go for tattoo then something along these line are both sexy and discreet https://images.app.goo.gl/Jp9qPfniffuNdZuX9

In my view, Big Design under, around, over the boobs, is to extreme for this stage in Dawns journey, try and keep control of the process, do not let the like if Reni influence, balance minimalism with sexiness, I know you do not like the idea of tattoos, as the other part of Dawns life is running of full speed, she do what she wants, better you have some control

[Wantsomefunto]

Ocean I am a daily follower of yours and love you posts! Please continue when you can

[KinkyBear]

Same. I love reading your posts. I usually have nothing to add other than that my jaw is, more often than not, left hanging open after reading about Dawn’s adventures.

Times like this make me really wish there were a “like” button. I’m sure you’d be awash in positive feedback. Ignore the haters. Leave them to their misery.

[Wannabecuck2468]

Same. I love reading your posts. I usually have nothing to add other than that my jaw is, more often than not, left hanging open after reading about Dawn’s adventures.

Times like this make me really wish there were a “like” button. I’m sure you’d be awash in positive feedback. Ignore the haters. Leave them to their misery.

Well said, I agree with all of this.

[Late]

Same. I love reading your posts. I usually have nothing to add other than that my jaw is, more often than not, left hanging open after reading about Dawn’s adventures.

Times like this make me really wish there were a “like” button. I’m sure you’d be awash in positive feedback. Ignore the haters. Leave them to their misery.

I maybe could have said it better, but I doubt it. Hopefully both she continues to push your buttons and you continue sharing with us.

[ocean]

Perhaps showing my own insecurities her but...

I don’t think I’m jumping at shadows. My point of concern is Will's intense attention. There is an almost daily phone call to Dawn and, since his business trip, Wednesday is FaceTime call in her office where she has to role play for him. I have always felt he is trying to take control of Dawn. (conspiracy alert) He gains total control of Dawn, leaves a mess behind and moves on to another ‘Dawn’, or walks away with Dawn. To Will; money is nothing - it’s control. So much bloody intrigue. Even Ray has advised caution.

After marking his territory in my home, on my bed in my absence, he has instructed Dawn to encourage more absences; where, undoubtedly he can make use of this kit himself. Wild, maybe? but he is a great ‘Svengali’. Hence my suspicion from the start. He thinks our relationship is one of Dawn being totally dominant (and him dominating her). She had portrayed me as 'Mr Grey', he thinks I am no opposition or indeed, of any consequence. It’s clear he doesn’t realise that Dawn tells me everything, by keeping each other informed we can have our pleasures unhindered and protect our relationship. I have suspected, this is a mechanism for me to dig, discover and cause a rift between us to his benefit.

They have a non exclusive arrangement but neither have shown involvement of a third party, other than Ray, who he thinks a useless airhead. How wrong can you be? But his extra activities ; you’d never know.

To Remi’s credit he promised not to tell Will of Dawns independent visit. Whilst Will knows I’m aware, through our ‘arrangement’, that Dawn is seeing other guys, he believes that Dawn has led me to think she’s still seeing Edward, as for some inane reason, I’m not supposed to know about Will, there’s no logic.

In fairness, at the party he and Edward introduced Dawn to the s/m world. Then Will stepped in over Edward (again why did Edward roll over?). I’m certain Will will have a better setup, he can’t be second. On one of the phone calls he directed Dawn to tell me, that after her introduction by Edward and he subsequent visit to Remi, her appetite was keenly whetted, so with the Edwards help, she bought the equipment. To be enjoyed with Edward, perhaps friends and Ray, maybe even me? In essence - Will.

The delivery docket showed his company as the source (sloppy). Also I’m working with 2 of Wills companies for Christ sake, although again supposedly introduced by Edward.
If the second deal comes in, great, I will be in clover. But right-now, with this one just gone in, I can sell the company (I can't, it's my baby) and be set for life.15 years of hard work - paid off. Then one dark night.…

[Long Lurker 34]

Same. I love reading your posts. I usually have nothing to add other than that my jaw is, more often than not, left hanging open after reading about Dawn’s adventures.

Times like this make me really wish there were a “like” button. I’m sure you’d be awash in positive feedback. Ignore the haters. Leave them to their misery.

O - With KB on this.

[Johng1953]

I wish there was a like button too.
And a dislike button!

[skoot1958]

The anxiety is part of the game and will never go away, as you and Dawn are on the same page your fine

Dawn is playing Will, she is telling you all, she is engaging with Will as boy friend, hence all the call etc Will is trying to dominate just games, Dawn will at some time walk away

Dawn can “book” Reni when she needs extra treatment, just like booking a spa session

Ray and Cheryl are FWB a good balance

Yes you need to keep an eye on Will, just keep talking

As for using your house, power play, if you can develop your own hobby maybe you can make your schedules work, any progress on that front

As for the business, the company needed a solution, so they are getting benefit, take it as win and pocket the £££

[Wannabecuck2468]

"Yes, you need to keep an eye on Will, just keep talking"

Great advice!!!

[Shiphead]

I have read your story non-stop since I found it. I usually don't like to ruin the flow of the story by commenting.
But, I just want to say that your story is excellently written and a joy to read. I have had somewhat of an epiphany concerning the lifestyle and what a great loving relationship at home should be.

[superb101]

Looking forward to an update

[ocean]

Sunday afternoon. Dawn is in the lounge, duvet day, catching up with sleep. This part of the journey took part over 2 days. So is a bit long. I hope not to bore you.

Friday: Packing a case for the weekend. She has promised me a couple of photos of what she’s wearing each evening. (All hail WhatsApp). I’m off to work, the final hardware install, s/wares looking good.

Friday pm, Dawn arrived at Wills country pile, to be warmly greeted. After a glass of wine and a fondle she went to his bedroom to change and get ready. While Will was out of the way she sent me a couple of images, one in the buff with a pair of hold-up stockings (she doesn’t have a suspender belt, not wanting to feel like a trussed up chicken. ??) 2 more wearing a fabulous electric blue, satin cocktail dress, very low V front and zip to the waist at the V back. Lots of bosom to see. Will was pleased to see it.
They left for the restaurant in a plush hotel in the London west end. The occasion was a dinner for 6 couples, business associates and their wives. On the way Dawn was briefed about the people but especially one guy in particular. Will was already doing business with him but ‘there was always more’.

On their arrival Will, ever the gentleman, opened Dawns car door, to be rewarded with a deliberate flash of pussy. They went in to be greeted with aperitifs and introduced. The men were ver dapper in suits and the women, well? 2 had fair cleavages on show but the other 3 looked like they were at a quaker meeting. Dawn thought, ‘Oh Fuck.’ Everyone was very kind - one of the quakers walked up to Dawn, I find this incredible, told her she looked like ‘tart’ and ‘had no place in their company’. Knowing Dawn, that must have hurt like fuck.

She must have shown her reaction, as another rather attractive, well dressed woman, early 60’s (with substantial cleavage) approached Dawn, said ‘don’t worry darling, you’ve just met Bitter Betty. She’s Liz to her face’. She introduced herself as Helen, and clearly the matriarch of the group. And she was really nice. She took Dawn’s left hand and said, 'so you’re the girlfriend we’ve heard so much about, he is a happy boy’. She pressed Dawns wedding finger, ‘Happily married?’ Dawn blushed, ‘Yes, very’. Helen responded, ’Don’t worry, we’ve all got ‘friends’ like Will in the background, helps keep the marriage going.’ winked, then looked at ‘Betty’ and said, well most of us’.

Dinner announced, bit formal. Helen took Dawns arm, “Ready? Here we go. Shoulders back, head up. Show off those beautiful tits, darling’. Dawns face spread into a smile she couldn’t stop, as she was escorted in to dinner by the Queen Bee, who ignored place names and sat one from Dawn. Suddenly everyone loved her - except one. The dinner table was circular and after each sumptuous course, the gents had to move round one (gents) seat, so they mixed with everyone. Rather a good idea. Eventually Wills ‘mark’ sat beside Dawn. A very handsome man, confident, late 60’s, kind face and obviously a bit of a lad and great company. This was James. As they dined he kept her entertained and her glass topped up and openly admired her chest which caused Dawns nipples to stand up and through her dress. He asked,’ You’re not cold are you?’ with a grin. Dawn whispered back, ‘don’t you recognise desire?’ He gave a huge laugh and said well done, then replaced his hand on her thigh. Will looked over in utter delight. Plan - working.

When the evening was over everyone hugged and said goodnight. Bitter Betty shook Dawn’s hand and walked away. James gave Dawn a huge cuddle and squeezed her breast. Which wasn’t missed by Helen, who was behind him, ‘He’s been wanting to do that all night, darling’. Dawns mouth fell open with shock, ‘Oh fuck, he’s your husband? I’m so sorry’. Helen laughed, hugged Dawn, ‘it’ll perk him up tonight. You’ve made the evening for us both. Next time you’re in town, seriously, ring me, we’ll have a good lunch and I’ll use his card’. Then she handed Dawn her business card. ‘I mean it!’ Everyone left for home.

On the journey home, Will was like a dog with 2 tails. Absolutely delighted that not only James liked her, but Helen had taken so well to her. Good for business. He told her she was wonderful etc. Dawn felt that these were nice people, not just business, was a bit pissed off. But didn’t let it show.
When they got home, Will poured a couple of brandies and invited Dawn to see his ‘room’. He suggested her room could be the same, so when I was away they could try it out. The room had everything, she said, I mean everything, way more than she had. No expense spared. At the time she smiled, he thought in appreciation, but she was thinking of one of my sayings, All the gear - no idea. She suggested they go to bed, not in the mood to christen the room, though she doubted she’d be the first. He made the most of her being there. Shagging in all kinds of ways. One thing he said she thought strange, was that on the second cumming (not biblical) he desperately wanted to make her pregnant. ‘We can always try darling’. Didn’t mention that at 45 (now 49) she’d had early menopause, thankfully pregnancy was a distant memory. But didn’t say. Strange though.

Saturday. In the morning she left for Rays. Will not pleased, definitely not a fan of Ray. They went shopping till late afternoon, then went home for a hot bath (together) then dressed for the evening. Dawn wore a dark red button up velvet mini dress, stockings and black heels. Ray, a very low cut, honey coloured animal print mini dress stockings and heels. The first photo came through on my phone - knockout. Twinge of jealousy. The second was of the two clowning around with skirts up around their waist. How am I meant to work with that burnt into my mind.

To Dawn’s surprise, Ray drove them to the black guys club in Walton upon Thames where Dawn had fallen out with Ray’s brother. Ray sussed her concern, said don’t worry he wasn’t around. They went in and were met by Rays friends, had drinks and pretty soon were dancing with some very nice, well groomed black guys. She did say that dancing without a bra was not the easiest, the slow dances were the opportunity for guys to check things out. Which was rather nice, so she sat the fast ones out.

It was just after 11 when Dawn suggested they go to Remi’s bar. Ray said she thought Dawn would never ask!!! Off they went up to Fulham. Into the club, to the bar. No Remi. She couldn’t hide her disappointment, ray thought Dawn would burst into tears. That bad?? So they had a drink with some people Ray thought she’d never normally talk to, taught her a lesson. After midnight Remi appeared, clearly pleased to see Dawn (Ray said). he’d been to check his other bar with Kerry, who joined them. They talked and drank till 1, when Dawn mentioned Ray was curious about their ‘expertise’. A clearly flustered Ray tried to play this down, but Kerry just said, ‘Interested ?’ Ray looked at me, said, ‘OK’. Remi explained very clearly so there was no misunderstanding what this entailed. Kerry looked at Ray, she smiled, ‘OK’.

They went through the secure door to the posh room, waited while Ray took it all in and grew accustomed to the stark surroundings. Kerry told them to undress, everything. He was bemused to see that there were just 2 dresses and 2 pairs of shoes, no other clothing. Dawn said Ray looked fantastic, er long sleek black hair, beautiful face and that brown body, not only were they both drooling, but Dawn as well. She was strapped to the crossbar, blindfolded, legs strapped apart and hoisted so she was just off her heels. Ray was nervously laughing for a few minutes till Kerry attached the nipple clamps, Dawn smiled, I bet she’s not laughing now. She wasn’t, she was squealing and the language. Kerry left them in place. Out came the scourge, gently, then harder. Around her thighs, her belly, her glorious tits. Then her back and arse, harder and harder. Colour check - green. But lots of screaming and cussing. Dawn had been standing in front of Remi, observing while he pinched her tits and nipples and delved 2 fingers into a very wet pussy, made a move to go to Rays aid. Ray could hear but not see. Remi pulled Dawn back with an arm round her waist and a firm hand over her mouth, a finger and thumb pinching her nose. She was now fighting for breath and struggling, he was too strong, unable to shout or breathe. Becoming light headed and desperate. Remi released her nose so she could inhale, but kept his hand over her mouth. He told her to keep quiet, Ray had indicated she wanted to go further. Dawn nodded.

He signalled to Kerry, could Dawn get some practice? Which was OK’d. She quietly took over with Kerrys help and quiet instruction. She said she soon got the hang of it, so I was the next guinea pig. Kerry took back control and started using the horse whip, mainly on Rays breasts and buttocks but also on her pussy, which seemed hard but well received. Ray’s nipples were liberated from the clamps and rubbed, massaged the blood back into them. She was lowered front first over a placed bench er arms released and re-clipped to the other side of the bench. Kerry entered her from behind and slowly fucked her hard. Dawn said it was the horniest thing she'd ever seen. Remi still standing behind with 2 fingers bringing her off, as Kerry brought Ray off. Ray was unclipped, blind fold removed and held by Kerry till she could stand on her own, and get herself together. She saw Dawn and they held each other, Ray was crying. Dawn asked if she was alright, Ray said it was the most exciting thing she’d ever done, thanked Dawn and gave her a big loving kiss. This turned the boys on, she said.

After showering everyone went to Remi’s apartment upstairs. This was a very lavish and well appointed 2 bedroom apartment, wow said Dawn. This and Remi, well it didn’t match. More drinks and they all climbed on to the biggest bed Dawn had ever seen. It was agreed that both girls were naturals and could take the next step. This wasn’t explained. Anyway they shagged the night away, the highlight was the girls together. Everyone was happy. They drove back to Rays about 8am.

I’m sure you’re interested to know that I completed my work around 11 and went home, knocked. Thank you for asking.

This morning; I watched Kuenssberg, then went downstairs to make tea. I was siting on the breakfast bench seat, when the cat dragged Dawn in. Shirt, tight jeans (what a fantastic arse). I said, good morning, tea? She said I need a wee, then a cup of tea. She did one and I did the other. When she came back her shirt was out of her jeans open. Nothing unusual in that except, there was a stain on her chest. I looked closer; the ‘stain’ was a rose, between the lower part of her breasts. It was monochrome, a stem with leaves below for about 3 inches. I was completely dazed, I half expected something like this, but the reality was different. The artwork, scale and execution were fantastic. I genuinely couldn’t speak with shock. She took this as disapproval and said, ‘well, you’d better see this’. Removed her jeans and thong and stood up. Just above and to the left of her pussy was a humming bird, it’s beak less than 1/2 inch from the top of her slit, also monochrome. Again, beautifully detailed. She looked like she was going to cry. ‘They’re temporary ones, they’ll go in a months time, I’m so sorry, I thought you’d like them. Rays has similar ones, you’ll see them next weekend’. I found my voice and said they’re beautiful. Not sure about the one on your chest, but let’s see. So I have a month to get used to the idea, she wants permanent ones. The guy who put them on is Remi’s man. He does this in case you’re not sure. Remi strikes again….

I had a closer look as she opened my dressing gown and sat astride my legs. This is how you’re supposed to treat shock. She then related everything above for about 2 hours, which it is so late in being posted.

Apologies for the length of the account, but it was a busy weekend for us both

[Long Lurker 34]

Sunday afternoon. Dawn is in the lounge, duvet day, catching up with sleep. This part of the journey took part over 2 days. So is a bit long. I hope not to bore you.

Friday: Packing a case for the weekend. She has promised me a couple of photos of what she’s wearing each evening. (All hail WhatsApp). I’m off to work, the final hardware install, s/wares looking good.

Friday pm, Dawn arrived at Wills country pile, to be warmly greeted. After a glass of wine and a fondle she went to his bedroom to change and get ready. While Will was out of the way she sent me a couple of images, one in the buff with a pair of hold-up stockings (she doesn’t have a suspender belt, not wanting to feel like a trussed up chicken. ??) 2 more wearing a fabulous electric blue, satin cocktail dress, very low V front and zip to the waist at the V back. Lots of bosom to see. Will was pleased to see it.
They left for the restaurant in a plush hotel in the London west end. The occasion was a dinner for 6 couples, business associates and their wives. On the way Dawn was briefed about the people but especially one guy in particular. Will was already doing business with him but ‘there was always more’.

On their arrival Will, ever the gentleman, opened Dawns car door, to be rewarded with a deliberate flash of pussy. They went in to be greeted with aperitifs and introduced. The men were ver dapper in suits and the women, well? 2 had fair cleavages on show but the other 3 looked like they were at a quaker meeting. Dawn thought, ‘Oh Fuck.’ Everyone was very kind - one of the quakers walked up to Dawn, I find this incredible, told her she looked like ‘tart’ and ‘had no place in their company’. Knowing Dawn, that must have hurt like fuck.

She must have shown her reaction, as another rather attractive, well dressed woman, early 60’s (with substantial cleavage) approached Dawn, said ‘don’t worry darling, you’ve just met Bitter Betty. She’s Liz to her face’. She introduced herself as Helen, and clearly the matriarch of the group. And she was really nice. She took Dawn’s left hand and said, 'so you’re the girlfriend we’ve heard so much about, he is a happy boy’. She pressed Dawns wedding finger, ‘Happily married?’ Dawn blushed, ‘Yes, very’. Helen responded, ’Don’t worry, we’ve all got ‘friends’ like Will in the background, helps keep the marriage going.’ winked, then looked at ‘Betty’ and said, well most of us’.

Dinner announced, bit formal. Helen took Dawns arm, “Ready? Here we go. Shoulders back, head up. Show off those beautiful tits, darling’. Dawns face spread into a smile she couldn’t stop, as she was escorted in to dinner by the Queen Bee, who ignored place names and sat one from Dawn. Suddenly everyone loved her - except one. The dinner table was circular and after each sumptuous course, the gents had to move round one (gents) seat, so they mixed with everyone. Rather a good idea. Eventually Wills ‘mark’ sat beside Dawn. A very handsome man, confident, late 60’s, kind face and obviously a bit of a lad and great company. This was James. As they dined he kept her entertained and her glass topped up and openly admired her chest which caused Dawns nipples to stand up and through her dress. He asked,’ You’re not cold are you?’ with a grin. Dawn whispered back, ‘don’t you recognise desire?’ He gave a huge laugh and said well done, then replaced his hand on her thigh. Will looked over in utter delight. Plan - working.

When the evening was over everyone hugged and said goodnight. Bitter Betty shook Dawn’s hand and walked away. James gave Dawn a huge cuddle and squeezed her breast. Which wasn’t missed by Helen, who was behind him, ‘He’s been wanting to do that all night, darling’. Dawns mouth fell open with shock, ‘Oh fuck, he’s your husband? I’m so sorry’. Helen laughed, hugged Dawn, ‘it’ll perk him up tonight. You’ve made the evening for us both. Next time you’re in town, seriously, ring me, we’ll have a good lunch and I’ll use his card’. Then she handed Dawn her business card. ‘I mean it!’ Everyone left for home.

On the journey home, Will was like a dog with 2 tails. Absolutely delighted that not only James liked her, but Helen had taken so well to her. Good for business. He told her she was wonderful etc. Dawn felt that these were nice people, not just business, was a bit pissed off. But didn’t let it show.
When they got home, Will poured a couple of brandies and invited Dawn to see his ‘room’. He suggested her room could be the same, so when I was away they could try it out. The room had everything, she said, I mean everything, way more than she had. No expense spared. At the time she smiled, he thought in appreciation, but she was thinking of one of my sayings, All the gear - no idea. She suggested they go to bed, not in the mood to christen the room, though she doubted she’d be the first. He made the most of her being there. Shagging in all kinds of ways. One thing he said she thought strange, was that on the second cumming (not biblical) he desperately wanted to make her pregnant. ‘We can always try darling’. Didn’t mention that at 45 (now 49) she’d had early menopause, thankfully pregnancy was a distant memory. But didn’t say. Strange though.

Saturday. In the morning she left for Rays. Will not pleased, definitely not a fan of Ray. They went shopping till late afternoon, then went home for a hot bath (together) then dressed for the evening. Dawn wore a dark red button up velvet mini dress, stockings and black heels. Ray, a very low cut, honey coloured animal print mini dress stockings and heels. The first photo came through on my phone - knockout. Twinge of jealousy. The second was of the two clowning around with skirts up around their waist. How am I meant to work with that burnt into my mind.

To Dawn’s surprise, Ray drove them to the black guys club in Walton upon Thames where Dawn had fallen out with Ray’s brother. Ray sussed her concern, said don’t worry he wasn’t around. They went in and were met by Rays friends, had drinks and pretty soon were dancing with some very nice, well groomed black guys. She did say that dancing without a bra was not the easiest, the slow dances were the opportunity for guys to check things out. Which was rather nice, so she sat the fast ones out.

It was just after 11 when Dawn suggested they go to Remi’s bar. Ray said she thought Dawn would never ask!!! Off they went up to Fulham. Into the club, to the bar. No Remi. She couldn’t hide her disappointment, ray thought Dawn would burst into tears. That bad?? So they had a drink with some people Ray thought she’d never normally talk to, taught her a lesson. After midnight Remi appeared, clearly pleased to see Dawn (Ray said). he’d been to check his other bar with Kerry, who joined them. They talked and drank till 1, when Dawn mentioned Ray was curious about their ‘expertise’. A clearly flustered Ray tried to play this down, but Kerry just said, ‘Interested ?’ Ray looked at me, said, ‘OK’. Remi explained very clearly so there was no misunderstanding what this entailed. Kerry looked at Ray, she smiled, ‘OK’.

They went through the secure door to the posh room, waited while Ray took it all in and grew accustomed to the stark surroundings. Kerry told them to undress, everything. He was bemused to see that there were just 2 dresses and 2 pairs of shoes, no other clothing. Dawn said Ray looked fantastic, er long sleek black hair, beautiful face and that brown body, not only were they both drooling, but Dawn as well. She was strapped to the crossbar, blindfolded, legs strapped apart and hoisted so she was just off her heels. Ray was nervously laughing for a few minutes till Kerry attached the nipple clamps, Dawn smiled, I bet she’s not laughing now. She wasn’t, she was squealing and the language. Kerry left them in place. Out came the scourge, gently, then harder. Around her thighs, her belly, her glorious tits. Then her back and arse, harder and harder. Colour check - green. But lots of screaming and cussing. Dawn had been standing in front of Remi, observing while he pinched her tits and nipples and delved 2 fingers into a very wet pussy, made a move to go to Rays aid. Ray could hear but not see. Remi pulled Dawn back with an arm round her waist and a firm hand over her mouth, a finger and thumb pinching her nose. She was now fighting for breath and struggling, he was too strong, unable to shout or breathe. Becoming light headed and desperate. Remi released her nose so she could inhale, but kept his hand over her mouth. He told her to keep quiet, Ray had indicated she wanted to go further. Dawn nodded.

He signalled to Kerry, could Dawn get some practice? Which was OK’d. She quietly took over with Kerrys help and quiet instruction. She said she soon got the hang of it, so I was the next guinea pig. Kerry took back control and started using the horse whip, mainly on Rays breasts and buttocks but also on her pussy, which seemed hard but well received. Ray’s nipples were liberated from the clamps and rubbed, massaged the blood back into them. She was lowered front first over a placed bench er arms released and re-clipped to the other side of the bench. Kerry entered her from behind and slowly fucked her hard. Dawn said it was the horniest thing she'd ever seen. Remi still standing behind with 2 fingers bringing her off, as Kerry brought Ray off. Ray was unclipped, blind fold removed and held by Kerry till she could stand on her own, and get herself together. She saw Dawn and they held each other, Ray was crying. Dawn asked if she was alright, Ray said it was the most exciting thing she’d ever done, thanked Dawn and gave her a big loving kiss. This turned the boys on, she said.

After showering everyone went to Remi’s apartment upstairs. This was a very lavish and well appointed 2 bedroom apartment, wow said Dawn. This and Remi, well it didn’t match. More drinks and they all climbed on to the biggest bed Dawn had ever seen. It was agreed that both girls were naturals and could take the next step. This wasn’t explained. Anyway they shagged the night away, the highlight was the girls together. Everyone was happy. They drove back to Rays about 8am.

I’m sure you’re interested to know that I completed my work around 11 and went home, knocked. Thank you for asking.

This morning; I watched Kuenssberg, then went downstairs to make tea. I was siting on the breakfast bench seat, when the cat dragged Dawn in. Shirt, tight jeans (what a fantastic arse). I said, good morning, tea? She said I need a wee, then a cup of tea. She did one and I did the other. When she came back her shirt was out of her jeans open. Nothing unusual in that except, there was a stain on her chest. I looked closer; the ‘stain’ was a rose, between the lower part of her breasts. It was monochrome, a stem with leaves below for about 3 inches. I was completely dazed, I half expected something like this, but the reality was different. The artwork, scale and execution were fantastic. I genuinely couldn’t speak with shock. She took this as disapproval and said, ‘well, you’d better see this’. Removed her jeans and thong and stood up. Just above and to the left of her pussy was a humming bird, it’s beak less than 1/2 inch from the top of her slit, also monochrome. Again, beautifully detailed. She looked like she was going to cry. ‘They’re temporary ones, they’ll go in a months time, I’m so sorry, I thought you’d like them. Rays has similar ones, you’ll see them next weekend’. I found my voice and said they’re beautiful. Not sure about the one on your chest, but let’s see. So I have a month to get used to the idea, she wants permanent ones. The guy who put them on is Remi’s man. He does this in case you’re not sure. Remi strikes again….

I had a closer look as she opened my dressing gown and sat astride my legs. This is how you’re supposed to treat shock. She then related everything above for about 2 hours, which it is so late in being posted.

Apologies for the length of the account, but it was a busy weekend for us both

O - Well you are going to have to do a hellva lot of work to achieve that.
- Outstanding. Not action pics, but just the same gives you a taste of what anyone who sees her gets.
- I hope at some point you will be able to create a catalogue of these for yourself.
- Love the descriptions of Dawns frocks.
- Seems all in all like Dawn had a pretty good weekend. It will be interesting to see where the branch of possible activity with Helen and James might head. Especially with any side meeting with Helen.