I think Dawn had a rather hard time, from the way O describes the return home, the running in to the house, showering, straight to bed, feels like Dawn was “used” as cum dump, maybe a train, not something Dawn was expecting, I am surprised Ray or O did not watch out for her, as Dawn does seem to get cum drunk, just to make sure she was ok at a new venue, setup, experience
Saying that Dawn could have always said NO
We have to wait for O update on the night to really understand what happened
Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
If something like that did happen, people need to be very careful about consent.skoot1958 wrote: ↑Mon Aug 14, 2023 1:29 pmI think Dawn had a rather hard time, from the way O describes the return home, the running in to the house, showering, straight to bed, feels like Dawn was “used” as cum dump, maybe a train, not something Dawn was expecting, I am surprised Ray or O did not watch out for her, as Dawn does seem to get cum drunk, just to make sure she was ok at a new venue, setup, experience
Saying that Dawn could have always said NO
We have to wait for O update on the night to really understand what happened
Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Dawn’s account. Party
The following account has taken a while to compose, going through a gamut of emotions for us both. A very different experience.
For me, there’s a lot to take on board, to understand her feelings my feelings.
It’s taken a while for Dawn to fully tell me the events of the evening and a few days to come to terms with the surprise/shock of the situation. Tears, a bit of anger, surprise and not a little embarrassment but a new perspective?
Sunday 2pm. Dawn appeared, showered, a little the worse for wear and a little subdued. She wore a buttoned up collared T shirt and baggy track bottoms, braless and bare foot. She sat opposite at the kitchen table. I presume the high neck shirt was to cover the love bite and hoping perhaps I’d forgotten. I hadn’t.
Well, how did you get on?? ‘Right. This is going to be hard for me. I will give you the full run down but don’t interrupt me. Don’t judge me’.
It took a couple of hours and a bottle of wine between us, quite a lot of stop start, coyness, embarrassment, bravado. To be fair Dawn summoned a lot of courage to unpack her evening.
Both Dawn and I were completely overwhelmed by the whole scenario, the house, the glitterati, high powered individuals. A world miles away from our own. Only Ray could explain why we were there.
That said, Dawn looked amazing. Very few could compare to her presence, her poise, her class. She attracted a lot of attention (despite stiff/younger/famous competition) she mixed with everyone, danced with several guys; apart from the occasional grope and squeeze it was pretty normal. Until…
Our new bff, E, decided to pay attention to Dawn, later in the evening on the dance floor and at the bar. (Ray told her later he’d been watching Dawn all night, he had asked Ray for a full run down on her. Oh yes, undeclared to us, Ray knew E well, this was not her first party and was actually having a casual relationship with his friend/ business partner, Andrew. Tony was aware of the arrangement but not the goings on. He was in the clear. E speaking with Tony and me at the bar was to check me out, sly bastard.
He and his/Rays friend moved in on the girls (as I say the friend being a regular with Ray).
Dawn said E was the epitome of charm and elan. She was much impressed and when asked if she would like a tour of the rest of the house, jumped at it, knowing very well what was likely happen. She said she fancied him, so that aspect would be far from unwelcome.
To be fair, the whole setting was extraordinary, The guy, well he was 63 (looked a lot younger), around 6’, fit obviously took care of himself, white hair, tanned, ‘beautiful’ blue eyes. He was polished, very confident, discretely forceful, successful and of course ‘old money’. (I ask you; what was there to fancy?).
After the walkabout, he led her into a large, subtly lit sumptuously appointed bedroom. A huge four poster bed in the middle against the wall facing large French windows onto the garden. He took her to the window to look out onto the illuminated garden (I wasn’t visible). Standing behind her, he kissed her bare shoulders and neck while squeezing her breasts through her dress. He pressed his cock into her backside, she pushed back. The scene was set.
Easing the thin straps off her shoulders, Dawn slipped her arms clear of the straps, the front of her dress fell forward leaving her boobs fully exposed to his ministrations. E turned her to face him, he took both her wrists in one hand and raised them above her head, effectively pinning her to the wall. She said he was a fantastic kisser, she was wet from this alone, but when he roughly squeezed her nipples, kissed and bit them. Well.
The zip at the back of her dress easily parted and it fell to the floor. She was pinned to the wall by her wrists completely naked. Stepping he back openly admired and stroked her body, her tits, her belly, her shaved wet pussy. His fingering technique and nipple biting were as exciting as his kissing. She was floating/coming . ‘Oh yes. This is going to be good’.
He was a very dominant man. “You’ll do everything I say”, he said, she just said ‘yes’. “Good”, with her hands still gripped together, he led her to the bed and laid her on it. He sat beside her still fully dressed. She didn’t see from where, but he produced two soft black ropes attached to the top corners of the bed and tied her wrists, she offered no resistance. She said she could feel her heart hammering. Two more appeared from the bottom and her ankles were tethered apart, another two from the middle spreading her knees. This was obviously a well rehearsed and prepared performance. She was totally vulnerable to whatever he wished . Her body exposed, her pussy wet, wide open. She told me she didn’t feel frightened, almost giddy with excitement like never before, into the unknown.
He knelt beside her, talking to her, caressing her from her face to her breasts to her pussy, telling her she was beautiful. He’d watched her all evening, wanted to possess her (Things I’d never said, but should have, shame on me).
She said he slowly undressed. He had a good strong body, thick white hair on his head and dense on his chest. A good cock, around 7-8”, very thick and ‘God how I wanted it!’
He put it to her lips, fucked her mouth for several minutes, slowly. It really was thick and stretched her mouth, as was the swallowing of thick gouts of cum.
He kissed her mouth. Produced a tube of lubricant from the bedside table, ‘You definitely won’t need that. I’m so wet’.
He said, “Oh this is different, you’ll like this’, rubbing it on her nipples, pinching them both hard, smiling at her reaction as it caused her to try to lift off the bed. The lube was ‘hot’. “You like that, don’t you.” ‘Fuck yes’ trying to clench her thighs. He squeezed her tits hard and then bit them, spread lube over them, he said they were exactly how he envisaged them, big, firm. He fingered her pussy completely unopposed. With more hot cream he Pulled and pinched her lips and then pushed 2 fingers into her, curling them inside her. She said she wanted to scream it felt so good. He kept talking to her, he bent and put his tongue in her pussy. He sucked the lips and her clit, then bit it. (I said I thought she’d go into orbit). No, she climaxed very loudly, again and again, straining against the ropes. He smeared more lubricant on and in her wet pussy. Her nipples, pussy and inside were now burning and tingling, especially her clit.
He entered her, just the head at first, then slowly inch by inch until all was inside her. She said, his cock really was very thick and stretched her as he fucked her hard. He lasted quite a while, she came another 2 times, then she felt him come in long strong spurts. He pulled out and told her to suck it clean, she did and he slowly fucked her mouth again but didn’t come.
He kissed her and untied her, told her to turn over. Put a pillow under her belly. Re-tied her. complete acceptance.
He stroked her back, then squeezed her cheeks apart, put a lubed finger in her hole. Told her he wanted to possess her, she would love it. She felt the cold of the lube being rubbed into her cheeks, then 2 fingers inserted into her hole. It felt strange but good. She thought, anal, he’s thick but if it’s what he wants, it will be ok. Fingers in her pussy, this time he squeezed her clit between thumb and forefinger. A strong pain, not unpleasant, she pushed against his hand. The lube burning and tingly. This was sooo nice.
He stepped back behind her, went to another drawer, she couldn’t see. Nothing, then a crack and her cheeks stung. Utter shock. She looked over her shoulder, E had a thin leather belt in his hand and brought it down again. ‘I screamed but didn’t shout. It hurt like fuck!’ 4 more strokes. ‘My arse, my cunt, my nipples were on fire from the lotion, then the belt’. ‘The bastard grabbed my hair, pulled it back hard, I could hardly breathe. He fucked me again, this time fast’. ‘ He said, “You belong to me now, and you’ll do as I tell you”.’ Didn’t you tell him to stop, to fuck off??? What happened? Tears now. ‘I said ‘yes I was his’. ‘Mark, I couldn’t stop coming, my stomach muscles were hurting now. He pulled out; came gallons on my cheeks and thighs’.
‘He rubbed a salve on my backside which eased the sting’.
‘Mark, he is a dangerous powerful man; like the devil, in complete control, I felt I didn’t dare argue with him’.
‘Oh God, ’My arse hurts, my cunt’s sore, nipples just ache. My heads in a blender’.’Do you know what’s so terrible about the whole thing?’ No. ‘I loved it, maybe not too much pain. But being completely dominated, I was his to control, I got off on it’. ‘isn’t that awful?’ ‘I feel ashamed ‘I didn’t stop it or fight it’.
She started to sob. He said while he dressed,’ he’d call me, tell me where and when he wanted me to meet him. He had things for me to do’. ‘He said, he was my obsession, this was just the start’. Is he? ‘I don’t think so.” Not the answer I expected.
She stood, slipped her bottoms down. Across her backside were bruises and faint welts, they had gone down but were still visible. She took off her shirt, bruises were coming out on her tits, her nipples looked red and sore. 2 hickeys on her boob and one on her neck. You’ll need a scarf for work I think. She started to laugh through the tears.
‘I’m so sorry about the hickeys.’ As you say, out of your control. I comforted her, told her she was beautiful. Something I will do from now on. I said, with all of this experience, you could be a Madam or a high class courtesan.
’Fuck, what has happened to me Mark??’ I said, I’m not sure. In everything there is good and bad. What are your feelings now you’ve had time to think? Any regrets? She looked up ‘I don’t know. It was so exciting, so different to anything I’ve ever done. I’m sure there’s loads more to come. God I love you Mark’. Ah, but you’re owned by someone else now. She laughed. I asked seriously , will you see him again, Haha? No response just a shrug. We can stop? “I’m not ready for cocoa and knitting’. I asked more directly, Will you see him again??
Minutes ticked by, ‘Yes!’ I think I will’. Not sure that’s wise.
‘I’m going to call Ray’. Ok. Don’t tell her you’ve told me. Just you and I, promise? She more involved and I think she had a hand in tonight’s episode, so be careful, we’ll find out that way. ‘Ok’
She left her clothes on the kitchen floor and went to phone Ray.
Although I am seriously angry at E for the brutality And in me not seeing this coming, In reality, I can’t really remonstrate with him, though I’d like to. She was a willing, active ‘submissive’ participant. I’m certain he would have stopped had she objected. He was pushing boundaries, and she let him.
I met him - he wasn’t an animal.
On the other hand, he didn’t ask/warn her. I’ve been reserved in my views in front of Dawn. I strongly suspect Ray was implicated, not exactly a set-up, but some kind of arrangement. We’ll see what she has to say to Dawn.
If need be, I thought the bastard has to sleep some time, and my training courtesy of HM Navy Lympstone, I could be there when he wakes up, see how much punishment he could take?
Looking in the mirror - I’m wondering, swapping and hotwifing are fun but have we gone too far? We’ve opened Pandora’s box. This is out of my depth, should I / could I shut the lid again, I think things are now getting out of hand? ‘Regrets, I have a few’.
Where do I go now guys ????
The following account has taken a while to compose, going through a gamut of emotions for us both. A very different experience.
For me, there’s a lot to take on board, to understand her feelings my feelings.
It’s taken a while for Dawn to fully tell me the events of the evening and a few days to come to terms with the surprise/shock of the situation. Tears, a bit of anger, surprise and not a little embarrassment but a new perspective?
Sunday 2pm. Dawn appeared, showered, a little the worse for wear and a little subdued. She wore a buttoned up collared T shirt and baggy track bottoms, braless and bare foot. She sat opposite at the kitchen table. I presume the high neck shirt was to cover the love bite and hoping perhaps I’d forgotten. I hadn’t.
Well, how did you get on?? ‘Right. This is going to be hard for me. I will give you the full run down but don’t interrupt me. Don’t judge me’.
It took a couple of hours and a bottle of wine between us, quite a lot of stop start, coyness, embarrassment, bravado. To be fair Dawn summoned a lot of courage to unpack her evening.
Both Dawn and I were completely overwhelmed by the whole scenario, the house, the glitterati, high powered individuals. A world miles away from our own. Only Ray could explain why we were there.
That said, Dawn looked amazing. Very few could compare to her presence, her poise, her class. She attracted a lot of attention (despite stiff/younger/famous competition) she mixed with everyone, danced with several guys; apart from the occasional grope and squeeze it was pretty normal. Until…
Our new bff, E, decided to pay attention to Dawn, later in the evening on the dance floor and at the bar. (Ray told her later he’d been watching Dawn all night, he had asked Ray for a full run down on her. Oh yes, undeclared to us, Ray knew E well, this was not her first party and was actually having a casual relationship with his friend/ business partner, Andrew. Tony was aware of the arrangement but not the goings on. He was in the clear. E speaking with Tony and me at the bar was to check me out, sly bastard.
He and his/Rays friend moved in on the girls (as I say the friend being a regular with Ray).
Dawn said E was the epitome of charm and elan. She was much impressed and when asked if she would like a tour of the rest of the house, jumped at it, knowing very well what was likely happen. She said she fancied him, so that aspect would be far from unwelcome.
To be fair, the whole setting was extraordinary, The guy, well he was 63 (looked a lot younger), around 6’, fit obviously took care of himself, white hair, tanned, ‘beautiful’ blue eyes. He was polished, very confident, discretely forceful, successful and of course ‘old money’. (I ask you; what was there to fancy?).
After the walkabout, he led her into a large, subtly lit sumptuously appointed bedroom. A huge four poster bed in the middle against the wall facing large French windows onto the garden. He took her to the window to look out onto the illuminated garden (I wasn’t visible). Standing behind her, he kissed her bare shoulders and neck while squeezing her breasts through her dress. He pressed his cock into her backside, she pushed back. The scene was set.
Easing the thin straps off her shoulders, Dawn slipped her arms clear of the straps, the front of her dress fell forward leaving her boobs fully exposed to his ministrations. E turned her to face him, he took both her wrists in one hand and raised them above her head, effectively pinning her to the wall. She said he was a fantastic kisser, she was wet from this alone, but when he roughly squeezed her nipples, kissed and bit them. Well.
The zip at the back of her dress easily parted and it fell to the floor. She was pinned to the wall by her wrists completely naked. Stepping he back openly admired and stroked her body, her tits, her belly, her shaved wet pussy. His fingering technique and nipple biting were as exciting as his kissing. She was floating/coming . ‘Oh yes. This is going to be good’.
He was a very dominant man. “You’ll do everything I say”, he said, she just said ‘yes’. “Good”, with her hands still gripped together, he led her to the bed and laid her on it. He sat beside her still fully dressed. She didn’t see from where, but he produced two soft black ropes attached to the top corners of the bed and tied her wrists, she offered no resistance. She said she could feel her heart hammering. Two more appeared from the bottom and her ankles were tethered apart, another two from the middle spreading her knees. This was obviously a well rehearsed and prepared performance. She was totally vulnerable to whatever he wished . Her body exposed, her pussy wet, wide open. She told me she didn’t feel frightened, almost giddy with excitement like never before, into the unknown.
He knelt beside her, talking to her, caressing her from her face to her breasts to her pussy, telling her she was beautiful. He’d watched her all evening, wanted to possess her (Things I’d never said, but should have, shame on me).
She said he slowly undressed. He had a good strong body, thick white hair on his head and dense on his chest. A good cock, around 7-8”, very thick and ‘God how I wanted it!’
He put it to her lips, fucked her mouth for several minutes, slowly. It really was thick and stretched her mouth, as was the swallowing of thick gouts of cum.
He kissed her mouth. Produced a tube of lubricant from the bedside table, ‘You definitely won’t need that. I’m so wet’.
He said, “Oh this is different, you’ll like this’, rubbing it on her nipples, pinching them both hard, smiling at her reaction as it caused her to try to lift off the bed. The lube was ‘hot’. “You like that, don’t you.” ‘Fuck yes’ trying to clench her thighs. He squeezed her tits hard and then bit them, spread lube over them, he said they were exactly how he envisaged them, big, firm. He fingered her pussy completely unopposed. With more hot cream he Pulled and pinched her lips and then pushed 2 fingers into her, curling them inside her. She said she wanted to scream it felt so good. He kept talking to her, he bent and put his tongue in her pussy. He sucked the lips and her clit, then bit it. (I said I thought she’d go into orbit). No, she climaxed very loudly, again and again, straining against the ropes. He smeared more lubricant on and in her wet pussy. Her nipples, pussy and inside were now burning and tingling, especially her clit.
He entered her, just the head at first, then slowly inch by inch until all was inside her. She said, his cock really was very thick and stretched her as he fucked her hard. He lasted quite a while, she came another 2 times, then she felt him come in long strong spurts. He pulled out and told her to suck it clean, she did and he slowly fucked her mouth again but didn’t come.
He kissed her and untied her, told her to turn over. Put a pillow under her belly. Re-tied her. complete acceptance.
He stroked her back, then squeezed her cheeks apart, put a lubed finger in her hole. Told her he wanted to possess her, she would love it. She felt the cold of the lube being rubbed into her cheeks, then 2 fingers inserted into her hole. It felt strange but good. She thought, anal, he’s thick but if it’s what he wants, it will be ok. Fingers in her pussy, this time he squeezed her clit between thumb and forefinger. A strong pain, not unpleasant, she pushed against his hand. The lube burning and tingly. This was sooo nice.
He stepped back behind her, went to another drawer, she couldn’t see. Nothing, then a crack and her cheeks stung. Utter shock. She looked over her shoulder, E had a thin leather belt in his hand and brought it down again. ‘I screamed but didn’t shout. It hurt like fuck!’ 4 more strokes. ‘My arse, my cunt, my nipples were on fire from the lotion, then the belt’. ‘The bastard grabbed my hair, pulled it back hard, I could hardly breathe. He fucked me again, this time fast’. ‘ He said, “You belong to me now, and you’ll do as I tell you”.’ Didn’t you tell him to stop, to fuck off??? What happened? Tears now. ‘I said ‘yes I was his’. ‘Mark, I couldn’t stop coming, my stomach muscles were hurting now. He pulled out; came gallons on my cheeks and thighs’.
‘He rubbed a salve on my backside which eased the sting’.
‘Mark, he is a dangerous powerful man; like the devil, in complete control, I felt I didn’t dare argue with him’.
‘Oh God, ’My arse hurts, my cunt’s sore, nipples just ache. My heads in a blender’.’Do you know what’s so terrible about the whole thing?’ No. ‘I loved it, maybe not too much pain. But being completely dominated, I was his to control, I got off on it’. ‘isn’t that awful?’ ‘I feel ashamed ‘I didn’t stop it or fight it’.
She started to sob. He said while he dressed,’ he’d call me, tell me where and when he wanted me to meet him. He had things for me to do’. ‘He said, he was my obsession, this was just the start’. Is he? ‘I don’t think so.” Not the answer I expected.
She stood, slipped her bottoms down. Across her backside were bruises and faint welts, they had gone down but were still visible. She took off her shirt, bruises were coming out on her tits, her nipples looked red and sore. 2 hickeys on her boob and one on her neck. You’ll need a scarf for work I think. She started to laugh through the tears.
‘I’m so sorry about the hickeys.’ As you say, out of your control. I comforted her, told her she was beautiful. Something I will do from now on. I said, with all of this experience, you could be a Madam or a high class courtesan.
’Fuck, what has happened to me Mark??’ I said, I’m not sure. In everything there is good and bad. What are your feelings now you’ve had time to think? Any regrets? She looked up ‘I don’t know. It was so exciting, so different to anything I’ve ever done. I’m sure there’s loads more to come. God I love you Mark’. Ah, but you’re owned by someone else now. She laughed. I asked seriously , will you see him again, Haha? No response just a shrug. We can stop? “I’m not ready for cocoa and knitting’. I asked more directly, Will you see him again??
Minutes ticked by, ‘Yes!’ I think I will’. Not sure that’s wise.
‘I’m going to call Ray’. Ok. Don’t tell her you’ve told me. Just you and I, promise? She more involved and I think she had a hand in tonight’s episode, so be careful, we’ll find out that way. ‘Ok’
She left her clothes on the kitchen floor and went to phone Ray.
Although I am seriously angry at E for the brutality And in me not seeing this coming, In reality, I can’t really remonstrate with him, though I’d like to. She was a willing, active ‘submissive’ participant. I’m certain he would have stopped had she objected. He was pushing boundaries, and she let him.
I met him - he wasn’t an animal.
On the other hand, he didn’t ask/warn her. I’ve been reserved in my views in front of Dawn. I strongly suspect Ray was implicated, not exactly a set-up, but some kind of arrangement. We’ll see what she has to say to Dawn.
If need be, I thought the bastard has to sleep some time, and my training courtesy of HM Navy Lympstone, I could be there when he wakes up, see how much punishment he could take?
Looking in the mirror - I’m wondering, swapping and hotwifing are fun but have we gone too far? We’ve opened Pandora’s box. This is out of my depth, should I / could I shut the lid again, I think things are now getting out of hand? ‘Regrets, I have a few’.
Where do I go now guys ????
Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Sounds like Ray can be of some major assistance here. Has she talked to her since the party?
Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Hang on as tight as you can. Your wife has slowly been increasing the kink and this is another step she will explore to the max. She has experienced power pleasure pain and domination. She will get used to the pain and want more pain. Then comes the choking and the incredible full body orgasms with the body in uncontrollable spasms. She loved it didn't she and she wants more. In the heat of the moment she will succumb to him and as you have already experienced you will pick up the emotional pieces the next day or following days, depending how long he wants to keep her around. She will be at his command so get used to your wife completely in his control no matter what you say or what time of the day. Is there a magic word? Will it work. Test it and see what happens.
Or you can just say fuck off darling no fucking way. Tell that cunt to fuck off.
Or you can just say fuck off darling no fucking way. Tell that cunt to fuck off.
Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
I think the first issue is Dawn enjoyed sex with E, Dawn was up for being tied up and before flipping over E had been rough with Dawn, Dawn likes/ liked rough sex, it is different, nothing wrong with that, she just did not know how to tell the man she loves, who would never do these sort of things, talk to her and get her to unpack all this so you are both open, I think she is holding back on her real feelings, more unpacking to come
E did ask for consent, you do what I say, yes I will, maybe not specific about what E would do but consent, Dawn positive reaction like pushing back is saying I like this give me more
This is just a step forward for Dawn in her sexual development, nothing you have outlined is unusual for sexual positive woman, it just normal do this in there 20s when a woman is learning about her sexuality, i am sure as strong woman in normal life, being dominated is very powerful drug, it would be hard to stop, best you can do is support her, give it a few time see how hard it goes, with the option to stop Dawn it’s E if it het out of hand, Dawn has worked away from partners before like Chris, she can and will do the same same with E in time
You need to step in if E start to take more control outside the bedroom, if this start to impact both i.e. if E telling Dawn she can only fuck E
Dawns going to do stuff she can not even think about, as lovetbis describes and a lot more, and that is part of the excitement, not knowing what’s coming next, you also have power, maybe you can try some of the same things yourself slap Dawns bum next time have her the doggy, as you said your sex toy collection is limited, maybe time expand, nipple clamps, restraints, plugs, different types of clit stimulators
Remember this is just one direction, Dawn also have Ray and Tony, and having Dawn go hunting to pop Cheryl’s cherry, will put Dawn back in charge maybe you should let the girls have the house some night this week, Dawn can be dominant and tell Cheryl to visit as she wants to explore and on last week, BTW have Dawn and Cheryl talked about what happens in the taxi, it is impost the Dawn tell Cheryl she enjoyed the kissing
What has Ray said? Has E been in contact
BTW in a S&M relationship which must have 100% trust, there should be safe worlds like yellow slow down, Red stop now
E did ask for consent, you do what I say, yes I will, maybe not specific about what E would do but consent, Dawn positive reaction like pushing back is saying I like this give me more
This is just a step forward for Dawn in her sexual development, nothing you have outlined is unusual for sexual positive woman, it just normal do this in there 20s when a woman is learning about her sexuality, i am sure as strong woman in normal life, being dominated is very powerful drug, it would be hard to stop, best you can do is support her, give it a few time see how hard it goes, with the option to stop Dawn it’s E if it het out of hand, Dawn has worked away from partners before like Chris, she can and will do the same same with E in time
You need to step in if E start to take more control outside the bedroom, if this start to impact both i.e. if E telling Dawn she can only fuck E
Dawns going to do stuff she can not even think about, as lovetbis describes and a lot more, and that is part of the excitement, not knowing what’s coming next, you also have power, maybe you can try some of the same things yourself slap Dawns bum next time have her the doggy, as you said your sex toy collection is limited, maybe time expand, nipple clamps, restraints, plugs, different types of clit stimulators
Remember this is just one direction, Dawn also have Ray and Tony, and having Dawn go hunting to pop Cheryl’s cherry, will put Dawn back in charge maybe you should let the girls have the house some night this week, Dawn can be dominant and tell Cheryl to visit as she wants to explore and on last week, BTW have Dawn and Cheryl talked about what happens in the taxi, it is impost the Dawn tell Cheryl she enjoyed the kissing
What has Ray said? Has E been in contact
BTW in a S&M relationship which must have 100% trust, there should be safe worlds like yellow slow down, Red stop now
Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
It’s been a week of reflection.
Dawn phoned Ray on Sunday afternoon, who had expected the call. I shouldn’t have, but I did sit in the kitchen where I could hear Dawn’s side of the conversation, as well as her filling in the blanks to me later over supper. We've discussed the pro's and cons, albeit without full knowledge of wtf is going on behind the scenes, hopefully this will become known.
The call started off a bit stilted. Ray was clearly apologising for leaving her on her own, she had gone to another bedroom with Andrew, her ‘friend’ and E’s (Edward) business partner, who incidentally indulged in the same predilections as Edward.
Dawn related to Ray everything she had told me, plus a couple of extras.
She said, at the time she felt it was mind blowingly exciting and each turn of events brought something new, even the belt, although she could do without that. Her stomach hurt from the number of intense orgasms, she had been afraid she would piss herself and disgrace herself.
The danger of being totally helpless and exposed to another persons whims and actions was electrifying. It was only afterwards that she had a huge surge of conscience about thinking of herself as a slut, pure selfish enjoyment, but also letting me and her mother down, perhaps this was her punishment? (for God’s sake).
She was frightened; thinking these events were becoming more and more beyond and out of her control.
Ray listened without comment, let Dawn get it all out and eventually said, She had felt confident Dawn could handle the situation and would thrive on the thrill and action of a new direction. ‘Ray, you knew what was going to happen, didn’t you?’ Ray said, “Don’t be cross, but yes, I did. I’ve known Edward for many years and Dawn, you were completely safe with him. He will control you. Don't fight it, he's in your mind now. He’d going on about you all bloody night.
“Would you do it again?’. ‘Would you change anything?’
Dawn didn’t hesitate, ‘It was probably the most exciting thing I’ve ever done, I was able to completely let go, I had no responsibility’, ‘He was absolutely gorgeous’. ‘Have you fucked him?’ "Yes, Both Edward and Andrew in similar circumstances. Dawn said ‘He has a lovely body and his cock is so thick. stretched me out. The whole thing was incredible’ 'Perhaps him controlling me will be good. You're right I'm almost afraid of him. I actually want this'.
Ray said, ’Dawn, you’ve experienced not only the glamour of the parties, some wild action in bed, how would you feel about other ‘adventures’?’
‘There’s a lot more I want to tell you, I know you will like. Come up for dinner with Mark on Friday and I promise to tell you everything’. ‘Darling, I know the range of feelings you’re going through and I understand, I’ve been there. But it’s great once you’re past them. Friday 8, bring Mark and a nightdress haha?’ ‘Sounds good, I hope Tony will be there?’
So Friday, explanations (something in the air) plus bed and bawd.
Dawn phoned Ray on Sunday afternoon, who had expected the call. I shouldn’t have, but I did sit in the kitchen where I could hear Dawn’s side of the conversation, as well as her filling in the blanks to me later over supper. We've discussed the pro's and cons, albeit without full knowledge of wtf is going on behind the scenes, hopefully this will become known.
The call started off a bit stilted. Ray was clearly apologising for leaving her on her own, she had gone to another bedroom with Andrew, her ‘friend’ and E’s (Edward) business partner, who incidentally indulged in the same predilections as Edward.
Dawn related to Ray everything she had told me, plus a couple of extras.
She said, at the time she felt it was mind blowingly exciting and each turn of events brought something new, even the belt, although she could do without that. Her stomach hurt from the number of intense orgasms, she had been afraid she would piss herself and disgrace herself.
The danger of being totally helpless and exposed to another persons whims and actions was electrifying. It was only afterwards that she had a huge surge of conscience about thinking of herself as a slut, pure selfish enjoyment, but also letting me and her mother down, perhaps this was her punishment? (for God’s sake).
She was frightened; thinking these events were becoming more and more beyond and out of her control.
Ray listened without comment, let Dawn get it all out and eventually said, She had felt confident Dawn could handle the situation and would thrive on the thrill and action of a new direction. ‘Ray, you knew what was going to happen, didn’t you?’ Ray said, “Don’t be cross, but yes, I did. I’ve known Edward for many years and Dawn, you were completely safe with him. He will control you. Don't fight it, he's in your mind now. He’d going on about you all bloody night.
“Would you do it again?’. ‘Would you change anything?’
Dawn didn’t hesitate, ‘It was probably the most exciting thing I’ve ever done, I was able to completely let go, I had no responsibility’, ‘He was absolutely gorgeous’. ‘Have you fucked him?’ "Yes, Both Edward and Andrew in similar circumstances. Dawn said ‘He has a lovely body and his cock is so thick. stretched me out. The whole thing was incredible’ 'Perhaps him controlling me will be good. You're right I'm almost afraid of him. I actually want this'.
Ray said, ’Dawn, you’ve experienced not only the glamour of the parties, some wild action in bed, how would you feel about other ‘adventures’?’
‘There’s a lot more I want to tell you, I know you will like. Come up for dinner with Mark on Friday and I promise to tell you everything’. ‘Darling, I know the range of feelings you’re going through and I understand, I’ve been there. But it’s great once you’re past them. Friday 8, bring Mark and a nightdress haha?’ ‘Sounds good, I hope Tony will be there?’
So Friday, explanations (something in the air) plus bed and bawd.
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Dinner at Rays Friday night/ Saturday morning
We drove up to Dorking. Ray was going to give us the whole picture about the party scene. Dawn wore her casual favourite light denim button up dress, simple and sexy but accessible. She was really unsure which way this evening was going to go, but didn’t want to lose Ray’s friendship.
Dinner was a lovely, relaxed affair with wine and easy talking. Tony had been working an early flight with rest day Saturday, and although tired was good company. After dinner Ray started to unravel the goings on, as we went through, it was obvious this wasn’t news to Tony and was fully acceptant.
Edward and Andrew had been friends for many years and were Board Directors of several companies. They belonged to a ‘club’ of similar minded influential businessman from diverse industries from communication, IT, even fmcg groups, who threw ‘get to know you’ parties, inviting trusted associated businessmen, with the the aim of promoting, expanding and controlling business dealings, investments and the like. Doing business with each other, exchanging information; sometimes closing ranks and preventing rival businesses to deal and blocking others. Some may say ‘cartel’ or ‘insider’, not me.
Ray had met them in a London night club some time ago, they invited her to go onto a club the guys belonged to which caters for more unusual tastes. This was her introduction to the darker side and she developed a fwb relationship with Andrew. Through these parties he helped her develop her family business introducing contacts and win some very lucrative contracts. Her father would have killed her but her mother would have blessed her. The relationship worked very successfully, both professionally and personally. Andrew recognised a sexual free thinker like himself, as Ray did in Dawn.
Ray was initially invited to a usual formal dinner party, Andrew introduced her to the intended business contact and things would develop. All very cosy. If the deal required a shag, so much the better for both parties. As a businessman myself, nothing new, I kept quiet and listened.
As last Saturday’s gathering was an open affair, Ray had invited us to the party, thinking that Dawn and I would be OK with a bit of sport but also to bring Dawn in on the fun aspect. ‘I had not expected Edward to be so attracted to Dawn and vice versa, I felt a spark of jealousy over Dawn’ she kissed her. ‘but I do admit to knowing his ‘likes’. I was absolutely confident Dawn was in no danger and if she had said no, I knew Edward would stop’. ‘I did not anticipate Edward would introduce you to the bdsm side. I also didn’t expect you to enter into it quite so fully or so willingly. I heard all about it’. Laughing.
‘These parties are thrown once every 4-6 weeks by one of the ‘club’ members, usually in the form of a formal dinner party, you know the type; posh frocks, no knickers’. 'Quite often wives will attend and do their own mingling. The last one was put on by someone from the digital comms/phone network leaders.’ 'they foot the bill and have targeted guest lists. ’The point is; Edward was impressed with us. He wants you and I to attend these parties as his guests on a regular basis, apparently we add gravitas as well as glamour’. I piped up, er and is this legal, the ‘laid-on girls’ - bordering on procurement, not to put too fine a point? what about Tony and me, are we invited?
She didn’t seem offended and continued, ’Firstly, as is the norm, there are very attractive women and guys in attendance, depending on your taste. They are invited as with any party. Some like Dawn and I are business women in our own right, there for the business and the sport, but others had been invited as added attractions, perfectly normal. They may have opportunity in mixing with the right people to develop their jobs or get new ones etc’.
‘The invitations are organised by a woman who regards herself as the ‘party planner’ to whoever was throwing the party and is paid for her services. Her name is Coral, a completely cold narcissistic bitch, not one to cross’. ‘She selects who’s in or who’s out, so the girls/guys do as she tells them’. I got the impression Ray was a little frightened of her, even though she was protected by Andrew. ‘thankfully Dawn and I have nothing to do with her, we are guests of honour’.
‘Tony’s been to a few, you will be invited too. But we arrive together and usually leave together, the middle bit is for Dawn and I to effect introductions as instructed by Edward and keep the party going, or maybe we get lucky’.
I smiled said to Dawn, well now you know, what do you think? “Obviously Ray, Tony and I can’t get involved in anything shady as professional people, but it seems reasonably straight. In fact it sounds hot to me, we could all have some posh fun. Maybe a little help with your business, Mark. Not that you considered that of course.’ she laughed.
Ray said, ‘Are you in?’ Dawn kissed Ray, said,’ all the way baby’. Tony had dropped off half an hour since, Ray woke him and said, ‘Go to bed’. Then to me, ‘You too, I have some serious grovelling and making up to do, see you guys for breakfast’. We all got up and went to bed. I poured myself a brandy and went to my allocated room.
After a very enjoyable breakfast, kisses cuddles (I admit to a grope) we left and drove for a short while in silence. Then she said,’ You still happy with this arrangement?’ What sleeping on my own while you get banged by your girlfriend? Oh yeah. She had a fit of laughter, ‘I suppose it does seem bad’. Good shag last night? ‘Quick one then we both fell asleep’.
‘You know, I think this could be good. High end parties, rich businessmen, famous women. You could get some good business contacts. It does seem like a good opportunity.’ True, You get trussed up, your arse tanned and your brains fucked out by various. What could go wrong? ‘Haha Lets give it a try, if it doesn’t work, we stop’. OK, why not. ‘And you get to shag nice ginger Irish actresses’. Ah, she was red haired actually, you knew about that? ‘Of course. Right we’ve an hour till home. All the juicy details, and don’t miss anything out’.
We wait for the invitation.
We drove up to Dorking. Ray was going to give us the whole picture about the party scene. Dawn wore her casual favourite light denim button up dress, simple and sexy but accessible. She was really unsure which way this evening was going to go, but didn’t want to lose Ray’s friendship.
Dinner was a lovely, relaxed affair with wine and easy talking. Tony had been working an early flight with rest day Saturday, and although tired was good company. After dinner Ray started to unravel the goings on, as we went through, it was obvious this wasn’t news to Tony and was fully acceptant.
Edward and Andrew had been friends for many years and were Board Directors of several companies. They belonged to a ‘club’ of similar minded influential businessman from diverse industries from communication, IT, even fmcg groups, who threw ‘get to know you’ parties, inviting trusted associated businessmen, with the the aim of promoting, expanding and controlling business dealings, investments and the like. Doing business with each other, exchanging information; sometimes closing ranks and preventing rival businesses to deal and blocking others. Some may say ‘cartel’ or ‘insider’, not me.
Ray had met them in a London night club some time ago, they invited her to go onto a club the guys belonged to which caters for more unusual tastes. This was her introduction to the darker side and she developed a fwb relationship with Andrew. Through these parties he helped her develop her family business introducing contacts and win some very lucrative contracts. Her father would have killed her but her mother would have blessed her. The relationship worked very successfully, both professionally and personally. Andrew recognised a sexual free thinker like himself, as Ray did in Dawn.
Ray was initially invited to a usual formal dinner party, Andrew introduced her to the intended business contact and things would develop. All very cosy. If the deal required a shag, so much the better for both parties. As a businessman myself, nothing new, I kept quiet and listened.
As last Saturday’s gathering was an open affair, Ray had invited us to the party, thinking that Dawn and I would be OK with a bit of sport but also to bring Dawn in on the fun aspect. ‘I had not expected Edward to be so attracted to Dawn and vice versa, I felt a spark of jealousy over Dawn’ she kissed her. ‘but I do admit to knowing his ‘likes’. I was absolutely confident Dawn was in no danger and if she had said no, I knew Edward would stop’. ‘I did not anticipate Edward would introduce you to the bdsm side. I also didn’t expect you to enter into it quite so fully or so willingly. I heard all about it’. Laughing.
‘These parties are thrown once every 4-6 weeks by one of the ‘club’ members, usually in the form of a formal dinner party, you know the type; posh frocks, no knickers’. 'Quite often wives will attend and do their own mingling. The last one was put on by someone from the digital comms/phone network leaders.’ 'they foot the bill and have targeted guest lists. ’The point is; Edward was impressed with us. He wants you and I to attend these parties as his guests on a regular basis, apparently we add gravitas as well as glamour’. I piped up, er and is this legal, the ‘laid-on girls’ - bordering on procurement, not to put too fine a point? what about Tony and me, are we invited?
She didn’t seem offended and continued, ’Firstly, as is the norm, there are very attractive women and guys in attendance, depending on your taste. They are invited as with any party. Some like Dawn and I are business women in our own right, there for the business and the sport, but others had been invited as added attractions, perfectly normal. They may have opportunity in mixing with the right people to develop their jobs or get new ones etc’.
‘The invitations are organised by a woman who regards herself as the ‘party planner’ to whoever was throwing the party and is paid for her services. Her name is Coral, a completely cold narcissistic bitch, not one to cross’. ‘She selects who’s in or who’s out, so the girls/guys do as she tells them’. I got the impression Ray was a little frightened of her, even though she was protected by Andrew. ‘thankfully Dawn and I have nothing to do with her, we are guests of honour’.
‘Tony’s been to a few, you will be invited too. But we arrive together and usually leave together, the middle bit is for Dawn and I to effect introductions as instructed by Edward and keep the party going, or maybe we get lucky’.
I smiled said to Dawn, well now you know, what do you think? “Obviously Ray, Tony and I can’t get involved in anything shady as professional people, but it seems reasonably straight. In fact it sounds hot to me, we could all have some posh fun. Maybe a little help with your business, Mark. Not that you considered that of course.’ she laughed.
Ray said, ‘Are you in?’ Dawn kissed Ray, said,’ all the way baby’. Tony had dropped off half an hour since, Ray woke him and said, ‘Go to bed’. Then to me, ‘You too, I have some serious grovelling and making up to do, see you guys for breakfast’. We all got up and went to bed. I poured myself a brandy and went to my allocated room.
After a very enjoyable breakfast, kisses cuddles (I admit to a grope) we left and drove for a short while in silence. Then she said,’ You still happy with this arrangement?’ What sleeping on my own while you get banged by your girlfriend? Oh yeah. She had a fit of laughter, ‘I suppose it does seem bad’. Good shag last night? ‘Quick one then we both fell asleep’.
‘You know, I think this could be good. High end parties, rich businessmen, famous women. You could get some good business contacts. It does seem like a good opportunity.’ True, You get trussed up, your arse tanned and your brains fucked out by various. What could go wrong? ‘Haha Lets give it a try, if it doesn’t work, we stop’. OK, why not. ‘And you get to shag nice ginger Irish actresses’. Ah, she was red haired actually, you knew about that? ‘Of course. Right we’ve an hour till home. All the juicy details, and don’t miss anything out’.
We wait for the invitation.
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Wednesday, Dawn received a very brief text from Cheryl, could they meet for a drink at their local, it's midway between the two girls homes, on Thursday. It’s a bit more plush than mine, more girly. Dawn texted back, look forward to it. A bit strange Cheryl always rings.
Thursday - Dawn left to go to meet Cheryl. She wore a nice white lace button fronted swirly skirted dress, nipple view was only slightly obscured??
Cheryl was already there but was tense, nervy, she jumped up when Dawn walked in. She hadn’t ordered so Dawn ordered the white wine and joined Cheryl at a corner table. Cheryl just babbled about nothing until they got through the first glass. Dawn said,’ Cheryl, stop! Take a breath, tell me what's the problem?’ Dawn told me Cheryl almost burst into tears She was so sorry about what happened in the cab, she got carried away, it was the drink, she didn’t want to upset Dawn and damage their lifelong friendship.
Dawn put her hand up, Cheryl stopped,’So now you’re saying you don’t fancy me, is that it?’ (cruel tease). Poor Cheryl was now absolutely scarlet and being a redhead, that’s some blush. ‘No that’s not what I mean'. Dawn started to laugh. ‘Cheryl, I loved it, I want more. But what about you, what do you want?’ Another large sip of wine; Cheryl shyly confessed to having had a crush on Dawn since they were teenagers together. ‘Then why didn’t you do something about it, you silly girl?’ Cheryl looked defeated, ‘I wanted to tell you all those years ago, but you’ve always had loads of guys around you. Now these wild parties.’ Dawn said ‘they were just swappie parties. It’s only recently they’ve become more interesting, yes, they’re grander but they’re still just parties’, 'you are and always have been my closest and dearest friend, and yes I love you.' A pause, 'and you're a fantastic kisser.' Everyone calmed down, but an obvious twist hung in the air.
Dawn sat back in her chair, ‘Cheryl after our kiss, well look, I wore this for you tonight and my nipples are as hard as bullets, what does that tell you?’ She leaned forward and kissed Cheryl on the lips, nothing heavy, there were too many eyes to see. ‘If you’re working from home tomorrow, come round for lunch, Marks at work. We can have the afternoon together, yes?’ “Yes that would be lovely”.
Dawn suggested she’d like to drive Cheryl home so they talk more privately (she has the bigger car, and Cheryl had had most of the bottle of wine - medicinal of course), she could get Dave her husband to drop her off in the morning to collect it on his way to work. She didn’t need asking twice, the wine was finished with indecent haste, they left in Dawns car to a secluded car park near Fittleworth.
When Dawn stopped the car, she just about got it into park before the action started; and she said it was so lovely. Cheryl was obviously inexperienced and nervous so Dawn led, both ending up naked on the back seat of her C class. It was fresh and fun, Cheryl had the most wonderful, big, marble white breasts and light pink perky nipples which became very pink and stubby with a bit of attention, a ginger landing strip, a lovely wet pussy that tasted as good as it looked and she gave Dawn the most tingly kisses she’d had ever had. Orgasms were had by all and both now had some nice local fun. It went through her mind, perhaps - join her at a party? Early days. When they were getting dressed, Dawn snatched Cheryls bra and pants, ‘Oh no, you don’t need these when you’re with me.’ and Cheryl rode home in just her dress, which allowed a kiss and fondle good night as she was dropped off.
When Dawn got home she dived on me in bed, ‘I need a fuck!!’ I said, Of course, I only live to serve you. She climbed on top, my cock disappeared into a very wet hole and she unloaded all of the evenings happenings.
Friday. So as we speak Cheryl is with Dawn at home having quiche and salad or whatever women eat. I'm in month end meetings all day with management. All I want to do is tune into my wifi cctv and see the action in the garden on my office computer. It's recorded, Ill have a look before I head for home.
Life is great at home, much more spontaneous sex between Dawn and I, and she’s trying out some strange new practices on me. Despite the nature of our ‘hobby’ and the intimate involvement of third parties, we have become more close, we talk more openly.
Since my rude awakening, courtesy of her friend Edward, I tell Dawn I love her, far more often and without ceremony, am more conscious of sincerely complimenting her. She's responding in like. Something I have neglected and let slip, I had become complacent. No more.
Thursday - Dawn left to go to meet Cheryl. She wore a nice white lace button fronted swirly skirted dress, nipple view was only slightly obscured??
Cheryl was already there but was tense, nervy, she jumped up when Dawn walked in. She hadn’t ordered so Dawn ordered the white wine and joined Cheryl at a corner table. Cheryl just babbled about nothing until they got through the first glass. Dawn said,’ Cheryl, stop! Take a breath, tell me what's the problem?’ Dawn told me Cheryl almost burst into tears She was so sorry about what happened in the cab, she got carried away, it was the drink, she didn’t want to upset Dawn and damage their lifelong friendship.
Dawn put her hand up, Cheryl stopped,’So now you’re saying you don’t fancy me, is that it?’ (cruel tease). Poor Cheryl was now absolutely scarlet and being a redhead, that’s some blush. ‘No that’s not what I mean'. Dawn started to laugh. ‘Cheryl, I loved it, I want more. But what about you, what do you want?’ Another large sip of wine; Cheryl shyly confessed to having had a crush on Dawn since they were teenagers together. ‘Then why didn’t you do something about it, you silly girl?’ Cheryl looked defeated, ‘I wanted to tell you all those years ago, but you’ve always had loads of guys around you. Now these wild parties.’ Dawn said ‘they were just swappie parties. It’s only recently they’ve become more interesting, yes, they’re grander but they’re still just parties’, 'you are and always have been my closest and dearest friend, and yes I love you.' A pause, 'and you're a fantastic kisser.' Everyone calmed down, but an obvious twist hung in the air.
Dawn sat back in her chair, ‘Cheryl after our kiss, well look, I wore this for you tonight and my nipples are as hard as bullets, what does that tell you?’ She leaned forward and kissed Cheryl on the lips, nothing heavy, there were too many eyes to see. ‘If you’re working from home tomorrow, come round for lunch, Marks at work. We can have the afternoon together, yes?’ “Yes that would be lovely”.
Dawn suggested she’d like to drive Cheryl home so they talk more privately (she has the bigger car, and Cheryl had had most of the bottle of wine - medicinal of course), she could get Dave her husband to drop her off in the morning to collect it on his way to work. She didn’t need asking twice, the wine was finished with indecent haste, they left in Dawns car to a secluded car park near Fittleworth.
When Dawn stopped the car, she just about got it into park before the action started; and she said it was so lovely. Cheryl was obviously inexperienced and nervous so Dawn led, both ending up naked on the back seat of her C class. It was fresh and fun, Cheryl had the most wonderful, big, marble white breasts and light pink perky nipples which became very pink and stubby with a bit of attention, a ginger landing strip, a lovely wet pussy that tasted as good as it looked and she gave Dawn the most tingly kisses she’d had ever had. Orgasms were had by all and both now had some nice local fun. It went through her mind, perhaps - join her at a party? Early days. When they were getting dressed, Dawn snatched Cheryls bra and pants, ‘Oh no, you don’t need these when you’re with me.’ and Cheryl rode home in just her dress, which allowed a kiss and fondle good night as she was dropped off.
When Dawn got home she dived on me in bed, ‘I need a fuck!!’ I said, Of course, I only live to serve you. She climbed on top, my cock disappeared into a very wet hole and she unloaded all of the evenings happenings.
Friday. So as we speak Cheryl is with Dawn at home having quiche and salad or whatever women eat. I'm in month end meetings all day with management. All I want to do is tune into my wifi cctv and see the action in the garden on my office computer. It's recorded, Ill have a look before I head for home.
Life is great at home, much more spontaneous sex between Dawn and I, and she’s trying out some strange new practices on me. Despite the nature of our ‘hobby’ and the intimate involvement of third parties, we have become more close, we talk more openly.
Since my rude awakening, courtesy of her friend Edward, I tell Dawn I love her, far more often and without ceremony, am more conscious of sincerely complimenting her. She's responding in like. Something I have neglected and let slip, I had become complacent. No more.
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Mark, sounds like a lot of fun, Dawn must have suspected something, naked in the back of a car in a public area, hum that’s is taking a risk, adds to the spice, looking forward to tomorrows update
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Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
O _ I can see a Fedex truck in the distance with a package for Dawn. Yup, it's a new strap on. 
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Well Dawn really does need one for Ray and Cheryl, i and sure Dawn is playing a girls night out…… unless you think Dawn is practicing on Ocean, yum
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Friday pm
By the time I’d finished with month end reports from my managers, my mind was frazzled. I thought I’d wait until I got home and get the update from Dawn. View on the cctv later. The update: Although both were happy and sated it was an easygoing get together, which I think will go on. The get together wasn't wham but slow build up, no pressure either way.
Cheryl arrived around 11.30ish. She wore a peppermint sundress which showed her red hair and green eyes off. She joined Dawn in the garden. Dawn said that she looked beautiful. They met her halfway across the lawn with a huge hug and kiss. They sat outside drank tea around the garden table, just talking, Cheryl holding her hand, perfectly natural comfortable.
After a while they went into the kitchen to prepare lunch, while in the kitchen Dawn put her arms around Cheryls waist and they kissed, starting easy and building up the passion. From there they went to the living room and stretched out on the sofa. Dawn undressed her, said her breasts were even more magnificent in daylight, her body was so pale compared to Dawn’s olive complexion. The thin strip of ginger pubic hair pointing to her pussy which was ‘pretty’ with pink puffy lips, gave off a fairly strong musky odour which was very arousing and the taste, well, flavour of the month. She did like being teased by Dawns tongue and fingers, Dawn saying that she should do to Dawn what she would like done to her. She said Cheryl is becoming a very dab hand at this now, seems to have taken to it like the proverbial duck.
By 3pm they felt it was time for something to eat (other than pussy) so had a naked lunch, everything about the whole day was relaxed as if it had been going on forever. Touches here, kisses there. Dawn said there wasn’t much to tell other than she wanted it all to continue. She did agree with Dawn that although this was a lot of fun and she wanted more, there was something missing, Dawn told her when she got home she needed cock. Cheryl agreed and did say, as she got in so late, she decided to tell her husband Dave all about and she ended up being fucked all round the bedroom. Dawn felt this is the start of something good. No rush, but definitely more to come, with the possibility she could introduce me into the mix, as she had made comment that I was lovely. She wants any action away from home and her boyfriend. I don't understand why women seem to want to compartmentalise everything. Anyway I'm not to push.
By the time I’d finished with month end reports from my managers, my mind was frazzled. I thought I’d wait until I got home and get the update from Dawn. View on the cctv later. The update: Although both were happy and sated it was an easygoing get together, which I think will go on. The get together wasn't wham but slow build up, no pressure either way.
Cheryl arrived around 11.30ish. She wore a peppermint sundress which showed her red hair and green eyes off. She joined Dawn in the garden. Dawn said that she looked beautiful. They met her halfway across the lawn with a huge hug and kiss. They sat outside drank tea around the garden table, just talking, Cheryl holding her hand, perfectly natural comfortable.
After a while they went into the kitchen to prepare lunch, while in the kitchen Dawn put her arms around Cheryls waist and they kissed, starting easy and building up the passion. From there they went to the living room and stretched out on the sofa. Dawn undressed her, said her breasts were even more magnificent in daylight, her body was so pale compared to Dawn’s olive complexion. The thin strip of ginger pubic hair pointing to her pussy which was ‘pretty’ with pink puffy lips, gave off a fairly strong musky odour which was very arousing and the taste, well, flavour of the month. She did like being teased by Dawns tongue and fingers, Dawn saying that she should do to Dawn what she would like done to her. She said Cheryl is becoming a very dab hand at this now, seems to have taken to it like the proverbial duck.
By 3pm they felt it was time for something to eat (other than pussy) so had a naked lunch, everything about the whole day was relaxed as if it had been going on forever. Touches here, kisses there. Dawn said there wasn’t much to tell other than she wanted it all to continue. She did agree with Dawn that although this was a lot of fun and she wanted more, there was something missing, Dawn told her when she got home she needed cock. Cheryl agreed and did say, as she got in so late, she decided to tell her husband Dave all about and she ended up being fucked all round the bedroom. Dawn felt this is the start of something good. No rush, but definitely more to come, with the possibility she could introduce me into the mix, as she had made comment that I was lovely. She wants any action away from home and her boyfriend. I don't understand why women seem to want to compartmentalise everything. Anyway I'm not to push.
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Nice update, I can definitely see you getting involved with the 2 girls, would you be happy if Dave was to join the mix sometime down the road, no need to rush, has Cheryl told Dave about all your adventures? Do you know if Cheryl has told Dave about her BF as well, I think you need to go the pub with Dave and and have a man to man talk about your woman, Dave must be having the same through as you had in the beginning
Would Dawn do Dave
I can 100% see fun with Ray or maybe all 5 of you, as well as an invite to a party, could Edward say no with Dawn bent over being wiped, Cheryl would just be fresh meat for Edward, maybe a joint session
Would Dawn do Dave
I can 100% see fun with Ray or maybe all 5 of you, as well as an invite to a party, could Edward say no with Dawn bent over being wiped, Cheryl would just be fresh meat for Edward, maybe a joint session
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Friday 2pm. Just a short catch-up
It’s been nice and quiet for the last few days. Dawn went to Dorking and out to dinner and then clubbing with Ray and two girlfriends yesterday, staying overnight with her in Dorking, Tony was flying. One could say she was porking in Dorking. She arrived home around 10.30 this morning, feeling very happy, and intending to catch up with Cheryl today. Promised to ‘fill me in’ on all the happenings this evening.
On the way down in the car she took a call from Edward inviting her to dinner next Friday, she said it was more of a command than an invite and she is to attend as his +1 at one of his ‘formal’ dinners on 15th. (It seems the ‘posh’ folk wine and dine on Fridays). He has some ‘important’ guests attending so I will be his arm candy. I asked what about his wife, She said,’ I did ask and he said he wanted a successful evening. ‘That fucking imbecile would do nothing but damage’'. Dawn said, ‘it’s not often he swears, but he is in the process of off-loading her, she doesn't know, he's just making sure his money’s safe first’. And they say romance is dead. ‘He said, he was foolish, he married a pair of tits and the rest came with them, he should have checked the whole package, never again’. He is a bit of a cold fish but he laughed about that. So hopefully, there'll be more interesting things to relate here after the dinner and the party.
Over lunch we talked, I said I wasn’t sure which was the biggest threat, Ray or ‘Little Lord Fauntleroy’. She reassured me, neither. She was very happy with arrangements as long as I was.
She gave a wicked grin and said, ’and now there’s Cheryl. You’ve always fancied her, a bit of ginger as well!’ ‘She’s really lovely and looking for a bit of fun and she fancies you. Shall we?’ What about her husband, he’s a nice guy?
‘No, Totally separate. She doesn’t want him involved with us. She’s having a great time with Dave and his friend, who is also her +1, and that’s how she wants it’. 'Oh, Marky, she’s so very grateful you helped him with the job, and I’m sure she’ll want to show you her gratitude, big boy, and those magnificent tits!’ The teasing bitch kissed me, then off she went to her phone calls and catch up with jobs she should have been done this week. Looks like I’ll be shagging tonight.
It’s been nice and quiet for the last few days. Dawn went to Dorking and out to dinner and then clubbing with Ray and two girlfriends yesterday, staying overnight with her in Dorking, Tony was flying. One could say she was porking in Dorking. She arrived home around 10.30 this morning, feeling very happy, and intending to catch up with Cheryl today. Promised to ‘fill me in’ on all the happenings this evening.
On the way down in the car she took a call from Edward inviting her to dinner next Friday, she said it was more of a command than an invite and she is to attend as his +1 at one of his ‘formal’ dinners on 15th. (It seems the ‘posh’ folk wine and dine on Fridays). He has some ‘important’ guests attending so I will be his arm candy. I asked what about his wife, She said,’ I did ask and he said he wanted a successful evening. ‘That fucking imbecile would do nothing but damage’'. Dawn said, ‘it’s not often he swears, but he is in the process of off-loading her, she doesn't know, he's just making sure his money’s safe first’. And they say romance is dead. ‘He said, he was foolish, he married a pair of tits and the rest came with them, he should have checked the whole package, never again’. He is a bit of a cold fish but he laughed about that. So hopefully, there'll be more interesting things to relate here after the dinner and the party.
Over lunch we talked, I said I wasn’t sure which was the biggest threat, Ray or ‘Little Lord Fauntleroy’. She reassured me, neither. She was very happy with arrangements as long as I was.
She gave a wicked grin and said, ’and now there’s Cheryl. You’ve always fancied her, a bit of ginger as well!’ ‘She’s really lovely and looking for a bit of fun and she fancies you. Shall we?’ What about her husband, he’s a nice guy?
‘No, Totally separate. She doesn’t want him involved with us. She’s having a great time with Dave and his friend, who is also her +1, and that’s how she wants it’. 'Oh, Marky, she’s so very grateful you helped him with the job, and I’m sure she’ll want to show you her gratitude, big boy, and those magnificent tits!’ The teasing bitch kissed me, then off she went to her phone calls and catch up with jobs she should have been done this week. Looks like I’ll be shagging tonight.
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Hope everything is going OK Ocean.
Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Well this is the Friday of her posh dinner with Edward.ocean wrote: ↑Fri Sep 01, 2023 5:05 amFriday 2pm. Just a short catch-up
It’s been nice and quiet for the last few days. Dawn went to Dorking and out to dinner and then clubbing with Ray and two girlfriends yesterday, staying overnight with her in Dorking, Tony was flying. One could say she was porking in Dorking. She arrived home around 10.30 this morning, feeling very happy, and intending to catch up with Cheryl today. Promised to ‘fill me in’ on all the happenings this evening.
On the way down in the car she took a call from Edward inviting her to dinner next Friday, she said it was more of a command than an invite and she is to attend as his +1 at one of his ‘formal’ dinners on 15th. (It seems the ‘posh’ folk wine and dine on Fridays). He has some ‘important’ guests attending so I will be his arm candy. I asked what about his wife, She said,’ I did ask and he said he wanted a successful evening. ‘That fucking imbecile would do nothing but damage’'. Dawn said, ‘it’s not often he swears, but he is in the process of off-loading her, she doesn't know, he's just making sure his money’s safe first’. And they say romance is dead. ‘He said, he was foolish, he married a pair of tits and the rest came with them, he should have checked the whole package, never again’. He is a bit of a cold fish but he laughed about that. So hopefully, there'll be more interesting things to relate here after the dinner and the party.
Over lunch we talked, I said I wasn’t sure which was the biggest threat, Ray or ‘Little Lord Fauntleroy’. She reassured me, neither. She was very happy with arrangements as long as I was.
She gave a wicked grin and said, ’and now there’s Cheryl. You’ve always fancied her, a bit of ginger as well!’ ‘She’s really lovely and looking for a bit of fun and she fancies you. Shall we?’ What about her husband, he’s a nice guy?
‘No, Totally separate. She doesn’t want him involved with us. She’s having a great time with Dave and his friend, who is also her +1, and that’s how she wants it’. 'Oh, Marky, she’s so very grateful you helped him with the job, and I’m sure she’ll want to show you her gratitude, big boy, and those magnificent tits!’ The teasing bitch kissed me, then off she went to her phone calls and catch up with jobs she should have been done this week. Looks like I’ll be shagging tonight.
How are you feeling?
Details on how things are going?
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Will this be an over night stay or is Geoff dropping off and picking up a well used Dawn, yum
Is Dawn excited about what tonight will bring, is Ray attending or is Dawn by herself
Is Dawn excited about what tonight will bring, is Ray attending or is Dawn by herself
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Friday evening
Dawn drove to Dorking, picked up Ray and drove to the restaurant in Windsor. Edwards instructions to Dawn was to wear red. It was a smart casual dress code so she had an amazing pair of tight red trousers and white linen blouse (nipples just visible), black court shoes and bag. Looking good and very sexy. Dawn commented that Ray looked fabulous in pea green satin blouse and black trousers, black shoes and bag. Both classy.
They arrived at the restaurant to be greeted by a serious Edward, a very pleased Andrew and 2 serious looking women in dowdy dark dresses. One being Coral the party organiser and recruiter, her assistant/secretary or something. So this was going to be a working dinner then.
Coral completely blanked Ray, much to her relief, and scowled at Dawn. It was going to be a long night. The food was ordered and the discussion about next Friday evening continued. It was to be a posh drinks party at Edwards manor house near Ascot. Coral told him she’d invited 30 business people (men and women) including around 10 wives and a smattering of the ‘famous’. It was crucial the 3 special business connections Edward was focusing on, were to receive particular attention from Edward and Corals ‘entertaining staff’ (which consisted of 9 selected women and 4 ‘versatile’ men). The aim was to foster business and business relationships, which were very high level and ‘ticket’ value, this was part of a regular round of business parties thrown by most of the guests at one time or another (wheels within wheels). Dawn was about to offer a suggestion, to which Coral gave Dawn a withering look, at the same time Ray kicked her under the table, so she shut up. This was a business party but with, to be kind, ‘escorts’. This did not sit well with Dawn, and it showed.
Dawn excused herself to go the ladies room. She was just finishing washing her hands when the door burst open and in walked Coral. She told Dawn in no uncertain terms, you’re in favour for the moment, enjoy, it doesn’t last. I don’t need advice from one of Edwards bimbo tarts, your attendance should be going through me anyway, so shut your fucking mouth; just look pretty.
Despite Ray’s warning to Dawn a week or so ago not to cross this woman, Christ, she just can’t help herself. She responded,’You - are calling me a tart! I’m Edwards guest, and you are some knocking shop slapper, pimping other slappers’. She was about to go on when Coral raised her hand to slap Dawn, who glared back, ‘just fucking try it.’ Coral stopped and warned, to do as she was fucking told or she was out, and there’d be no way back. A very angry Dawn said, ’You listen to me Carol’. It’s Coral. ‘Whatever. You - can go fuck yourself!’ and stormed out, returned to the table shaking with rage, clearly upset. Way to go Dawn; some would say.
Despite this it was a successful evening; the arrangements for the party were complete but, due to the fallout, Edward called an early night. Ray was going back to Andrew’s hotel and Dawn was supposed to go home with Edward.
Edward walked Dawn to her car in a dark car park, kissed her and said, well that was an awful evening, but accepted it was not her fault at all. He even apologised, said he knew Coral was driven and could be very unpleasant but she and her friend Jade were excellent organisers. These soirées were very important for business as well as pleasure for all concerned and Dawn, if she let herself go. He’d make sure she kept away from Dawn. He said if she was Ok she could come home but Dawn said she should head home. He understood said there was no problem at all, he wasn’t upset. They were standing by her car, he kissed her quite forcefully and unbuttoned her blouse, squeezing and caressed her tits. Which made Dawn feel guilty as well as foolish, as no-one was around she knelt down and gave him a blowjob, which became a mouth fuck holding her by the hair. He kissed her on the cheek as she did her blouse up, said goodnight and both drove off.
Dawn arrived home around 12.30, still very upset. She showered and got into bed - didn’t want to talk. Then shouted that this ‘whoremonger’ had tried to give her a bollocking and attempted to hit her. I asked what happened. She didn’t want to talk about it, she’d tell me in the morning, then ranted again, but didn’t want to talk about it. She wants to bin the whole thing. God give me strength. I yearn for the simple life again.
Saturday morning, Ray rang, Edward had rung Andrew as she was leaving his hotel this morning. Dawn had nothing to worry about, he understood Coral was a complicated character, very spiteful, but well connected and very influential. He said it was a shame, he understood but he was feeling horny, you have ‘a magnificent arse’ in those red trousers. Dawn cheered up as she thought she’d really blown it, pun intended. Ray continued, the party will be a lot of fun and said that Edward was so understanding; just stay away from the arch—bitch and enjoy life.
Edward texted Ray to ask Dawn to call him on Sunday morning if she can get a free moment (without me), just to smooth things over, she said she will. Dawn, he told Andrew he’s very fond of you. You don’t have a problem. And on it goes.
Dawn drove to Dorking, picked up Ray and drove to the restaurant in Windsor. Edwards instructions to Dawn was to wear red. It was a smart casual dress code so she had an amazing pair of tight red trousers and white linen blouse (nipples just visible), black court shoes and bag. Looking good and very sexy. Dawn commented that Ray looked fabulous in pea green satin blouse and black trousers, black shoes and bag. Both classy.
They arrived at the restaurant to be greeted by a serious Edward, a very pleased Andrew and 2 serious looking women in dowdy dark dresses. One being Coral the party organiser and recruiter, her assistant/secretary or something. So this was going to be a working dinner then.
Coral completely blanked Ray, much to her relief, and scowled at Dawn. It was going to be a long night. The food was ordered and the discussion about next Friday evening continued. It was to be a posh drinks party at Edwards manor house near Ascot. Coral told him she’d invited 30 business people (men and women) including around 10 wives and a smattering of the ‘famous’. It was crucial the 3 special business connections Edward was focusing on, were to receive particular attention from Edward and Corals ‘entertaining staff’ (which consisted of 9 selected women and 4 ‘versatile’ men). The aim was to foster business and business relationships, which were very high level and ‘ticket’ value, this was part of a regular round of business parties thrown by most of the guests at one time or another (wheels within wheels). Dawn was about to offer a suggestion, to which Coral gave Dawn a withering look, at the same time Ray kicked her under the table, so she shut up. This was a business party but with, to be kind, ‘escorts’. This did not sit well with Dawn, and it showed.
Dawn excused herself to go the ladies room. She was just finishing washing her hands when the door burst open and in walked Coral. She told Dawn in no uncertain terms, you’re in favour for the moment, enjoy, it doesn’t last. I don’t need advice from one of Edwards bimbo tarts, your attendance should be going through me anyway, so shut your fucking mouth; just look pretty.
Despite Ray’s warning to Dawn a week or so ago not to cross this woman, Christ, she just can’t help herself. She responded,’You - are calling me a tart! I’m Edwards guest, and you are some knocking shop slapper, pimping other slappers’. She was about to go on when Coral raised her hand to slap Dawn, who glared back, ‘just fucking try it.’ Coral stopped and warned, to do as she was fucking told or she was out, and there’d be no way back. A very angry Dawn said, ’You listen to me Carol’. It’s Coral. ‘Whatever. You - can go fuck yourself!’ and stormed out, returned to the table shaking with rage, clearly upset. Way to go Dawn; some would say.
Despite this it was a successful evening; the arrangements for the party were complete but, due to the fallout, Edward called an early night. Ray was going back to Andrew’s hotel and Dawn was supposed to go home with Edward.
Edward walked Dawn to her car in a dark car park, kissed her and said, well that was an awful evening, but accepted it was not her fault at all. He even apologised, said he knew Coral was driven and could be very unpleasant but she and her friend Jade were excellent organisers. These soirées were very important for business as well as pleasure for all concerned and Dawn, if she let herself go. He’d make sure she kept away from Dawn. He said if she was Ok she could come home but Dawn said she should head home. He understood said there was no problem at all, he wasn’t upset. They were standing by her car, he kissed her quite forcefully and unbuttoned her blouse, squeezing and caressed her tits. Which made Dawn feel guilty as well as foolish, as no-one was around she knelt down and gave him a blowjob, which became a mouth fuck holding her by the hair. He kissed her on the cheek as she did her blouse up, said goodnight and both drove off.
Dawn arrived home around 12.30, still very upset. She showered and got into bed - didn’t want to talk. Then shouted that this ‘whoremonger’ had tried to give her a bollocking and attempted to hit her. I asked what happened. She didn’t want to talk about it, she’d tell me in the morning, then ranted again, but didn’t want to talk about it. She wants to bin the whole thing. God give me strength. I yearn for the simple life again.
Saturday morning, Ray rang, Edward had rung Andrew as she was leaving his hotel this morning. Dawn had nothing to worry about, he understood Coral was a complicated character, very spiteful, but well connected and very influential. He said it was a shame, he understood but he was feeling horny, you have ‘a magnificent arse’ in those red trousers. Dawn cheered up as she thought she’d really blown it, pun intended. Ray continued, the party will be a lot of fun and said that Edward was so understanding; just stay away from the arch—bitch and enjoy life.
Edward texted Ray to ask Dawn to call him on Sunday morning if she can get a free moment (without me), just to smooth things over, she said she will. Dawn, he told Andrew he’s very fond of you. You don’t have a problem. And on it goes.
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I think the real power play is Dawn can and will walk away, so Coral has no power over her, will you be attending Edwards party as well as plus one
Has there been no time to play with Cheryl, is Dawna and Cheryl ok after braking he ice and fucking last week
Has there been no time to play with Cheryl, is Dawna and Cheryl ok after braking he ice and fucking last week
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Interesting, I agree with Skoot. Dawn has the real power, and that is what probably irked Coral, why she had to resort to threat of violence. Good on Dawn for nailing her! Brilliant getting her name wrong, was that on purpose?
I get the excitement of it all, but wonder if something beith Cheryl could be more fun.
I get the excitement of it all, but wonder if something beith Cheryl could be more fun.
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So thinking about the party from different points of view and we are only looking from the outside, 30 men, 18 woman, plus 4 men who go both ways, some men are going to get left out of the party or some woman are going to be bizzy
The point about escort is interesting, does a pimp not make a woman feel like she is special, his GF, but I just need you to fuck him, is this not what Edward is doing, just let go and enjoy yourself, ie fuck who I say, and fuck as many as you can tonight, or be fucked by 2,3,4,5 in turns, your will enjoy the play, and maybe Dawn will, who knows
And the pimp, Edward make ££££ our of the deals that the parties help along
It is also not clear if Mark and Tony will be attending as plus one, not that they are wanted, just the cost of brining the escorts
I sure Dawn knows all this and see it as fun, some woman get a kick out of the escort game, Dawn also wants to experience more of Edwards BDSM play, so helping along is part of the cost of playing with Edward
All make a very interesting set of dynamics and sexual tension
What happens to the no overnight rule, Ray last week, should have been Edward Friday, that rule has gone
Looking forward to the next chapter
The point about escort is interesting, does a pimp not make a woman feel like she is special, his GF, but I just need you to fuck him, is this not what Edward is doing, just let go and enjoy yourself, ie fuck who I say, and fuck as many as you can tonight, or be fucked by 2,3,4,5 in turns, your will enjoy the play, and maybe Dawn will, who knows
And the pimp, Edward make ££££ our of the deals that the parties help along
It is also not clear if Mark and Tony will be attending as plus one, not that they are wanted, just the cost of brining the escorts
I sure Dawn knows all this and see it as fun, some woman get a kick out of the escort game, Dawn also wants to experience more of Edwards BDSM play, so helping along is part of the cost of playing with Edward
All make a very interesting set of dynamics and sexual tension
What happens to the no overnight rule, Ray last week, should have been Edward Friday, that rule has gone
Looking forward to the next chapter
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Sunday.
A more settled and tranquil day after the nonsense of Friday and Saturday.
Yesterday, Saturday, was fragmented, Dawn hadn’t slept and was still fizzing from the confrontation with Coral (the name switch in the argument was deliberate and meant to be provocative, she’d seen it in a film and thought it clever). Ray rang and pacified her a bit, but Dawn wanted to know exactly what was going on, as a lawyer she had to be so very careful.
So she told Dawn the whole story, Edward and his mates throw parties for each other and in addition ‘desired’ businessmen/women are invited, this is a more financially advantageous and certainly more pleasurable version of a business breakfast group.
Coral runs a highly successful modelling, advertising and TV agency in London. The lovely men and women are paid by the agency as extra curricular agency work, the cost being passed on to Edwards companies (tax deductible probably) They are individually and 'specifically' invited to attend the parties to even out the numbers and provide a little glamour, ‘nothing more, honest’. Perfectly proper. Any ‘extras’ was nothing to do with either Edward or Coral and solely up to the individual, as with any party. They are party goers, in every sense of the word. (Thinly veiled legitimacy, I think).
The total number of people attending the parties is usually around 30ish and was made up of guests, some with (understanding/participating) wives/husbands and ‘top-ups’. Ray and Dawn were extras.
Ray wasn’t sure what the Edward/Coral relationship was, but it seemed quite close for whatever reason and went back years. No-one was certain of her sexuality, but she breathed fire and that was enough for Ray to keep out.
The breadth and depth of Corals business contacts added to Edward and Andrews was considerable and was what everyone benefitted from.
Sunday 10ish, Dawn rang Edward from the kitchen, I was on the terrace nearby drinking coffee and taking the rays. She put the call on speakerphone so I could hear. He asked and she confirmed that she could speak as I was out for the morning, he was on speaker as she was getting dressed. Oh he could only imagine and he can be surprisingly coarse.
However he very gallantly apologised for Friday evenings debacle, then said he’d missed her in his bed, smoothie. She laughed, ‘yes at your mercy trussed up like a turkey’. It was his turn to laugh, said it was so obvious she enjoyed it, she looked at me embarrassedly, admitted she had, but not the belt. He said she was patently born to it and there was so much more to come. Then it got sloppy and fruity by turns, (if only BT knew), so I got on with my coffee.
He wanted her to wear a specific red halter dress that just about contained her tits, but covered her knees, oh and the perfume he’d bought her (oh yes, when, which one?). She was to get an overnight pass, again she looked at me, rule no1 was being eroded, alright this time. OK, she’d tell Mark she was at Rays for the night.
He said, if she thought it appropriate there'd be other parties he can come to, if she thinks ‘he’s open minded enough and could accept what he would be doing to his wife', exactly like Ray and Tony. I stood up and pulled my shorts off and waived my tackle at her, she looked over giggled and nodded with her thumbs up. (everything has a price.) I wandered to the garage in my T shirt and checked the oil and water in the cars.
I came back to a very different Dawn, smiling, asked me did I want a bj or fuck? I said maybe both, see ho we go.
All is set for Friday evening. Whilst I had my dipstick out (so to speak), she’d rung Cheryl, invited her on Wednesday evening, drinks here, could she have the house, she’d text if there was a chance for me to come home ‘early’.
That’s a yes from me, and BBQ time I think.
A more settled and tranquil day after the nonsense of Friday and Saturday.
Yesterday, Saturday, was fragmented, Dawn hadn’t slept and was still fizzing from the confrontation with Coral (the name switch in the argument was deliberate and meant to be provocative, she’d seen it in a film and thought it clever). Ray rang and pacified her a bit, but Dawn wanted to know exactly what was going on, as a lawyer she had to be so very careful.
So she told Dawn the whole story, Edward and his mates throw parties for each other and in addition ‘desired’ businessmen/women are invited, this is a more financially advantageous and certainly more pleasurable version of a business breakfast group.
Coral runs a highly successful modelling, advertising and TV agency in London. The lovely men and women are paid by the agency as extra curricular agency work, the cost being passed on to Edwards companies (tax deductible probably) They are individually and 'specifically' invited to attend the parties to even out the numbers and provide a little glamour, ‘nothing more, honest’. Perfectly proper. Any ‘extras’ was nothing to do with either Edward or Coral and solely up to the individual, as with any party. They are party goers, in every sense of the word. (Thinly veiled legitimacy, I think).
The total number of people attending the parties is usually around 30ish and was made up of guests, some with (understanding/participating) wives/husbands and ‘top-ups’. Ray and Dawn were extras.
Ray wasn’t sure what the Edward/Coral relationship was, but it seemed quite close for whatever reason and went back years. No-one was certain of her sexuality, but she breathed fire and that was enough for Ray to keep out.
The breadth and depth of Corals business contacts added to Edward and Andrews was considerable and was what everyone benefitted from.
Sunday 10ish, Dawn rang Edward from the kitchen, I was on the terrace nearby drinking coffee and taking the rays. She put the call on speakerphone so I could hear. He asked and she confirmed that she could speak as I was out for the morning, he was on speaker as she was getting dressed. Oh he could only imagine and he can be surprisingly coarse.
However he very gallantly apologised for Friday evenings debacle, then said he’d missed her in his bed, smoothie. She laughed, ‘yes at your mercy trussed up like a turkey’. It was his turn to laugh, said it was so obvious she enjoyed it, she looked at me embarrassedly, admitted she had, but not the belt. He said she was patently born to it and there was so much more to come. Then it got sloppy and fruity by turns, (if only BT knew), so I got on with my coffee.
He wanted her to wear a specific red halter dress that just about contained her tits, but covered her knees, oh and the perfume he’d bought her (oh yes, when, which one?). She was to get an overnight pass, again she looked at me, rule no1 was being eroded, alright this time. OK, she’d tell Mark she was at Rays for the night.
He said, if she thought it appropriate there'd be other parties he can come to, if she thinks ‘he’s open minded enough and could accept what he would be doing to his wife', exactly like Ray and Tony. I stood up and pulled my shorts off and waived my tackle at her, she looked over giggled and nodded with her thumbs up. (everything has a price.) I wandered to the garage in my T shirt and checked the oil and water in the cars.
I came back to a very different Dawn, smiling, asked me did I want a bj or fuck? I said maybe both, see ho we go.
All is set for Friday evening. Whilst I had my dipstick out (so to speak), she’d rung Cheryl, invited her on Wednesday evening, drinks here, could she have the house, she’d text if there was a chance for me to come home ‘early’.
That’s a yes from me, and BBQ time I think.
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Interesting how domination starts slowly one step at a time, then built
Friday night it was about wearing red, this time a specific dress and a perfume and request for an overnight stay, and no hubby, until he is tamed, like Tony is, maybe in the future the request become more of an order
How does Edward know about this specific dress, is this like the perfume, something Edward has actually bought for Dawn? I think this is Dawn not being 100% transparent and maybe something Ocean needs to address, in other ways Dawn is being 100% open, the call
Clothes and perfume and make up are all very specific to woman and Edward is removing those choices and dominating Dawn, which, to be fair is what he said he would do, he would dominator her
Dawn is a strong woman and has shown that’s, it makes the game of dominating her, all the more of a challenge and fun, bending her to Edwards ways and wants, I am sure Edward is getting a big kick out of the process
I think Ray could have been a bit more truthfully about the parties, maybe she just wanted he GF to attend
Hope Cheryl’s evening goes well
Friday night it was about wearing red, this time a specific dress and a perfume and request for an overnight stay, and no hubby, until he is tamed, like Tony is, maybe in the future the request become more of an order
How does Edward know about this specific dress, is this like the perfume, something Edward has actually bought for Dawn? I think this is Dawn not being 100% transparent and maybe something Ocean needs to address, in other ways Dawn is being 100% open, the call
Clothes and perfume and make up are all very specific to woman and Edward is removing those choices and dominating Dawn, which, to be fair is what he said he would do, he would dominator her
Dawn is a strong woman and has shown that’s, it makes the game of dominating her, all the more of a challenge and fun, bending her to Edwards ways and wants, I am sure Edward is getting a big kick out of the process
I think Ray could have been a bit more truthfully about the parties, maybe she just wanted he GF to attend
Hope Cheryl’s evening goes well