As for Tony and Liz, I have to assume that Tony values the relationship the four of you have and Ray will also keep him in check, it was just one off with Liz. Also, Tony is an experienced player and knows the game. Lastly, Liz and her husband don’t normally socialise with Ray and Tony thus Liz is unlikely to bump into Tony in the near future.
I thought late last year that you (Dawn) had organised a night with Cheryl, Mark, Ray, Tony, and yourself, but had cancelled it due to Will other commitment. I am sure Tony and Mark would be more than happy to help Cheryl out with her healthy sex drive. I’m sure that a fivesome with Cheryl could be a fun night. Cheryl’s husband may not be in the closet but definitely a cuckold and probably a cuckold who wants another guy (other guys) to be the primary sexual partner for his wife.
As for Dawn’s secretary, well it seems that it was a turn-on for Dawn to hear about the fun Mark was having with her secretary. I’m sure there are several secretaries out there who enjoy having sex with their boss, the fact it’s her boss’s husband adds to the kickyness of it all. Depending on what the secretary’s husband's job is, Dawn’s secretary would enjoy fucking a man who is a CEO or owns his own company. You know what, Dawn and her secretary probably like similar men having fun outside of their marriages. I’m sure that Dawn’s secretary is up for it to have another play date with Mark. As for Dawn, I get the feeling she prefers to know the person that Mark is fucking or at least meets them. Dawn’s secretary has to be more than aware that Dawn has been having fun, I’m sure the secretary was testing the waters on Saturday night with Mark and got a positive outcome. I also get the feeling that Dawn’s secretary’s husband was in on her agenda for that night, as it sounds the secretary gave her husband a kiss straight after swallowing Mark’s cum. It could be a win-win situation all around.
As for Michelle, I’m sure that Mark will be more than happy to have fortnightly business meetings to discuss contracts and performances.
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So I had this random through, if Tony has had the snip, like a lot of men our age, then he would be a good FWB for Liz, one less risk, and he know the life style so less likely hoods of “ feelings” developing
Otherwise hope you both are doing well and the second Great Wall of China is completed, and Richard has had himself completion bounce
Otherwise hope you both are doing well and the second Great Wall of China is completed, and Richard has had himself completion bounce
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So he's been sacked but kept on in a consultative capacity.Poor old Mark got the sack from Michelle. Don’t feel so bad for him, she wants to make a go of her marriage, but also wants fortnightly dirty, sorry, business lunches with Mark, cake and eat it comes to mind!
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PS. Thank you for the update. How the other half lives! Here in Croydon, Disney Channel has been quite interesting.
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Dawn; November is nearly over and the last week or so has been a major slow down for Mark and me. Us time. We discussed dil’s, although Mark is actually seriously annoyed with Tony over Liz, and quite down about it, that and the elbow from Michelle. I told him he should be pleased, no fortnightly commitment, all he had to do now was have a good lunch and then shag her in his big car, and as for dil's, in fairness Tony didn’t know Liz, but Liz knew Tony, the little minx. I doubt it was her first foray, and wouldn’t be her last, nor Nuala. After all what were we doing at that age?? He did smile, laughed and he fucked Cheryl.
I’ve been in the office every day till late so haven’t really had a chance, or really made effort to see Roger. By the way 54321, it’s not Richard, it’s Roger, by name and Roger by inclination. Although Dick's nice.
A question was raised about me knowing about my secretary’s tattoo, well, we’ve been great friends, only, for many years and I told her of my temporary tattoo by Remi, laughingly she said you show me yours…. I did and she did, both shaved. I didn’t expect her to have a tattoo, so yes she’s seen mine etc. and we share gossip and secrets, as good friends do. If she'd fucked Mark, good for her.
A little, but interesting catch up; I saw Kit on Thursday evening for dinner just outside Midhurst. I travelled up from my office to meet him, we’re quite relaxed now, but I wore an above the knee maroon long sleeved dress, I’d removed my work bra and felt pretty good. He was his lovely naughty self and after dinner, ended up with my dress unzipped and pulled down and up to my waist, astride him on the back seat of his Range Rover in the pub car park, practicing my Singapore grip. Afterwards, as I got up, well the mess is his to sort out, haha. Before I left he arranged a business lunch with me for next week to discuss ongoing opportunities, not just for me but also Mark. What a lovely guy. So I was going to be busy again.
In the morning, Friday, Mark was a bloody misery again, so I said I was going shopping for groceries and for me. I told Mark; ‘When I get back that bloody mood will be changed. OK!!’
Now I needed cheering up! Weather was cold, wet and shit. So I put on my lovely tight black leggings, black roll neck cashmere jumper, black knee length heeled boots and black shorty leather jacket. Then; I have got the most gorgeous midi-length black heavy cotton, red lined hooded cape, I haven’t worn it much, snug as a bug in a rug. Very ‘Scottish Widows’. Mark had it made for me to copy that. Seriously different, very classy.
I decided to go to Horsham, I needed a change of scenery from Chichester and Southampton. Lovely country roads, my cars convertible roof is very quiet, draught free and watertight, I felt very warm. I parked in the Waitrose underground car park. Decided against the cape, maybe a bit Dracula. Went up the escalator into John Lewis/Waitrose, my favourite is M&S. Just mooched around the main store looking at various, no rush, my time now. In these leggings and short jacket, I knew my backside was drawing looks, nice feeling.
Grocery time. I always put a cold box with ice blocks in the boot to prevent defrosting on the way home, just a thing. Not the sexiest pushing a trolley but my mind was calm; that is until I walked into the next aisle; straight into the most beautiful guy I have ever seen. Have you ever done that, go rabbit in the headlights, have to remind yourself to breathe? He smiled and apologised (it was my fault). I must have seemed like a love struck teenager, how uncool. I managed to close my mouth and recover, I smiled. Thank God for my jumper, he would have seen my motley chest and heard my heart hammering, giving my state all away. A little damp too. He was very kind and I just burbled. But smiled a lot.
To describe him; 6’2’’, black, dark hair, well built, smartly dressed in short dark coat and black cords. The most alluring brown eyes and the whitest teeth, lovely complexion and no stupid beard. When he spoke, it was a strong voice, an educated accent, a definite professional. and just gorgeous.I hope I wasn't drooling.
I said thank you and carried on walking with my bloody trolley. Ugh. Halfway down the aisle I couldn’t help but look back, Christ he was looking at me, smiling, thank God for those leggings and boots. A little later we bumped into each other, this time I knew he had followed me. Cat and mouse. I was so girly excited. He asked me where my car was, I told him, his was close by, I had a full load could he help me load it into my car? Too right you can. Err, “that would be very kind’. A coffee or a drink on the way home? I said, ‘You’ve made my day’. I told him where I lived and he said he knew a fabulous little country pub on the way home.
To the check out. We loaded the groceries and I made sure he got an eyeful of my arse sticking out of the boot of the car, he put his shopping away and I followed him to a pub near Barns Green I had never been to. Inside was small, quaint, a roaring fire and quite a few people already seated. We went to the bar, he ordered a Guinness and a vodka and tonic for me. I suggested a table and that he lead, he actually said, ‘no you go first, I like looking at your backside’. Priceless, I loved it, laughed, gave him an extra wiggle.
He was a really interesting guy, his name was Philip. He was born here and his Caribbean parents loyally named him after Prince Philip. He was almost 60, a doctor, medical Consultant at a main Surrey hospital, divorced 8 years, kids up and gone. His ex-wife is a Uni lecturer in Hampshire. He lives several doors away from his best friend since Uni days, who’d got him through the divorce. He lives happily on his own about 10 miles northeast of Horsham. I said, wasn’t that in the opposite direction? He laughed, and asked did I really think he was going to pass up the chance of lunch with a very beautiful woman?? Hmm, Smooth as well!
We ordered lunch, the pub was very warm, so I removed my jacket, he didn’t miss a trick, openly gazed at my boobs and hardening nipples. I looked down, then at him, said,’I obviously like you!’ He said it was mutual, was I free next Friday for dinner. He didn’t hang about. “Your very to the point, and yes I am’. What about your husband? pointing to my rings. I explained that we had a long and very happy marriage, probably because we gave each other space. He said that was a very mature attitude, perhaps on reflection in his case… but he doubted it. I told him about my life, work, kids, Mark and his business. He was entertaining funny and seriously sexy. He put his hand on mine leaned in to say something, on impulse I nearly kissed him.
It was now past 4. Lunch over and dark. We walked to the cars, he thought mine pretty, feminine, he had an Audi Q7, Mark would have liked it. We exchanged numbers, he would confirm details about next Friday, is it OK to phone? I was saying yes, he pulled me towards him and kissed me. What a kisser, what a long tongue, wow. Then the cheeky bastard put his hands, did I mention his big hands, on my arse and really squeezed them apart, all the while pushing into me. Now that is a hard on. He pulled back and said he'd wanted to do that since the freezer aisle. I laughed as he kissed me again, and gave them another squeeze. It wouldn’t have taken much to make me come.
I was soaked. I got in my car, started the engine, set the heaters, as he drove off. God, I was so randy, I just wanted to and should have fucked him hard then and there. Now I have to wait till Friday.
Home to take it out on Mark, which should buck his mood up.
I’ve been in the office every day till late so haven’t really had a chance, or really made effort to see Roger. By the way 54321, it’s not Richard, it’s Roger, by name and Roger by inclination. Although Dick's nice.
A question was raised about me knowing about my secretary’s tattoo, well, we’ve been great friends, only, for many years and I told her of my temporary tattoo by Remi, laughingly she said you show me yours…. I did and she did, both shaved. I didn’t expect her to have a tattoo, so yes she’s seen mine etc. and we share gossip and secrets, as good friends do. If she'd fucked Mark, good for her.
A little, but interesting catch up; I saw Kit on Thursday evening for dinner just outside Midhurst. I travelled up from my office to meet him, we’re quite relaxed now, but I wore an above the knee maroon long sleeved dress, I’d removed my work bra and felt pretty good. He was his lovely naughty self and after dinner, ended up with my dress unzipped and pulled down and up to my waist, astride him on the back seat of his Range Rover in the pub car park, practicing my Singapore grip. Afterwards, as I got up, well the mess is his to sort out, haha. Before I left he arranged a business lunch with me for next week to discuss ongoing opportunities, not just for me but also Mark. What a lovely guy. So I was going to be busy again.
In the morning, Friday, Mark was a bloody misery again, so I said I was going shopping for groceries and for me. I told Mark; ‘When I get back that bloody mood will be changed. OK!!’
Now I needed cheering up! Weather was cold, wet and shit. So I put on my lovely tight black leggings, black roll neck cashmere jumper, black knee length heeled boots and black shorty leather jacket. Then; I have got the most gorgeous midi-length black heavy cotton, red lined hooded cape, I haven’t worn it much, snug as a bug in a rug. Very ‘Scottish Widows’. Mark had it made for me to copy that. Seriously different, very classy.
I decided to go to Horsham, I needed a change of scenery from Chichester and Southampton. Lovely country roads, my cars convertible roof is very quiet, draught free and watertight, I felt very warm. I parked in the Waitrose underground car park. Decided against the cape, maybe a bit Dracula. Went up the escalator into John Lewis/Waitrose, my favourite is M&S. Just mooched around the main store looking at various, no rush, my time now. In these leggings and short jacket, I knew my backside was drawing looks, nice feeling.
Grocery time. I always put a cold box with ice blocks in the boot to prevent defrosting on the way home, just a thing. Not the sexiest pushing a trolley but my mind was calm; that is until I walked into the next aisle; straight into the most beautiful guy I have ever seen. Have you ever done that, go rabbit in the headlights, have to remind yourself to breathe? He smiled and apologised (it was my fault). I must have seemed like a love struck teenager, how uncool. I managed to close my mouth and recover, I smiled. Thank God for my jumper, he would have seen my motley chest and heard my heart hammering, giving my state all away. A little damp too. He was very kind and I just burbled. But smiled a lot.
To describe him; 6’2’’, black, dark hair, well built, smartly dressed in short dark coat and black cords. The most alluring brown eyes and the whitest teeth, lovely complexion and no stupid beard. When he spoke, it was a strong voice, an educated accent, a definite professional. and just gorgeous.I hope I wasn't drooling.
I said thank you and carried on walking with my bloody trolley. Ugh. Halfway down the aisle I couldn’t help but look back, Christ he was looking at me, smiling, thank God for those leggings and boots. A little later we bumped into each other, this time I knew he had followed me. Cat and mouse. I was so girly excited. He asked me where my car was, I told him, his was close by, I had a full load could he help me load it into my car? Too right you can. Err, “that would be very kind’. A coffee or a drink on the way home? I said, ‘You’ve made my day’. I told him where I lived and he said he knew a fabulous little country pub on the way home.
To the check out. We loaded the groceries and I made sure he got an eyeful of my arse sticking out of the boot of the car, he put his shopping away and I followed him to a pub near Barns Green I had never been to. Inside was small, quaint, a roaring fire and quite a few people already seated. We went to the bar, he ordered a Guinness and a vodka and tonic for me. I suggested a table and that he lead, he actually said, ‘no you go first, I like looking at your backside’. Priceless, I loved it, laughed, gave him an extra wiggle.
He was a really interesting guy, his name was Philip. He was born here and his Caribbean parents loyally named him after Prince Philip. He was almost 60, a doctor, medical Consultant at a main Surrey hospital, divorced 8 years, kids up and gone. His ex-wife is a Uni lecturer in Hampshire. He lives several doors away from his best friend since Uni days, who’d got him through the divorce. He lives happily on his own about 10 miles northeast of Horsham. I said, wasn’t that in the opposite direction? He laughed, and asked did I really think he was going to pass up the chance of lunch with a very beautiful woman?? Hmm, Smooth as well!
We ordered lunch, the pub was very warm, so I removed my jacket, he didn’t miss a trick, openly gazed at my boobs and hardening nipples. I looked down, then at him, said,’I obviously like you!’ He said it was mutual, was I free next Friday for dinner. He didn’t hang about. “Your very to the point, and yes I am’. What about your husband? pointing to my rings. I explained that we had a long and very happy marriage, probably because we gave each other space. He said that was a very mature attitude, perhaps on reflection in his case… but he doubted it. I told him about my life, work, kids, Mark and his business. He was entertaining funny and seriously sexy. He put his hand on mine leaned in to say something, on impulse I nearly kissed him.
It was now past 4. Lunch over and dark. We walked to the cars, he thought mine pretty, feminine, he had an Audi Q7, Mark would have liked it. We exchanged numbers, he would confirm details about next Friday, is it OK to phone? I was saying yes, he pulled me towards him and kissed me. What a kisser, what a long tongue, wow. Then the cheeky bastard put his hands, did I mention his big hands, on my arse and really squeezed them apart, all the while pushing into me. Now that is a hard on. He pulled back and said he'd wanted to do that since the freezer aisle. I laughed as he kissed me again, and gave them another squeeze. It wouldn’t have taken much to make me come.
I was soaked. I got in my car, started the engine, set the heaters, as he drove off. God, I was so randy, I just wanted to and should have fucked him hard then and there. Now I have to wait till Friday.
Home to take it out on Mark, which should buck his mood up.
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Great update Dawn and congrats on the new find! Hope to hear more after you adventures next Friday.
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So Kit is keen to meet Mark and discuss business opportunities. The discussion of business opportunities is a great front to allow Kit to assess if Mark knows what has been going him and Dawn. I do believe that Kit is trying to get Mark involved in the C Club.
Mark should indicate to Kit that he and Dawn are happily married we gave each other space to have our independent social outings/dates/fun. Maybe Mark can have a dig a Will, who tried to take things beyond their social catch-up, which led to Mark wanting to thump the guy. Mark should tell Kit that he and Dawn are only looking for fun outings and don’t want any drama or humiliation, hence Dawn’s unwillingness to be involved in outings that include Kit’s Sister-in-Law. I am guessing Kit’s wife is aware of Kit's adventures, just like Mark is aware of Dawn’s adventures. It may be my analysis, but Kit has seemed to indicate that his wife has her adventures as well. It must be jolly hard to keep adventures from Kit’s wife if both husband and sister are involved in the C Club. It seems that the more that Dawn has opened her relationship with Mark, the more Kit has opened indicating that he is not necessarily in an unhappy marriage with his wife. So I working on a theory if Mark reveals him, Kit will reveal his hand, so to speak.
Just remember that Kit stated about a month and a half ago that “his relationship with his wife is greatly improved”, so my theory is he is using the poor marriage with the wife as a cover story so he found his extra-marital fun, depending on the openness of the side-chick, he reveals more at a later date. When Kit took Dawn out for her 50th birthday, Kit stated “discussing a broader relationship with his wife, he's suspicious she’s seems way ahead of him, doesn’t know who.” Does Kit want to introduce Mark to his wife? Is Kit looking for an arrangement similar to what Dawn and Mark have with Ray and Tony? If you sit back and analyse some information that Kit dropped to Dawn, there does seem a breadcrumb trail where Mark could up spending social outings with Kit’s wife and/or her sister. I suspect that Kit prefers his wife to broaden her horizons with Mark than with a Will-type character.
In addition, thanks to Dawn meeting Philip in Horsham, Mark can go into the business lunch knowing that Dawn has a dinner date with her new guy on Friday night. With this piece of nugget information, Mark knows that Dawn’s social outings are just mainly focused on Kit.
By the sounds of it, Mark is still able to have business lunches with Michelle and a shag ending. Mark knows all too well that needs to keep a major client (i.e. Michelle) happy. Maybe Mark should ring Dawn’s office once or twice a week via Dawn’s secretary.
Freya is still a dark horse. I get the impression she’s only interested in dealing with CEO and business owners. She could be interested in Mark’s services?
Mark should indicate to Kit that he and Dawn are happily married we gave each other space to have our independent social outings/dates/fun. Maybe Mark can have a dig a Will, who tried to take things beyond their social catch-up, which led to Mark wanting to thump the guy. Mark should tell Kit that he and Dawn are only looking for fun outings and don’t want any drama or humiliation, hence Dawn’s unwillingness to be involved in outings that include Kit’s Sister-in-Law. I am guessing Kit’s wife is aware of Kit's adventures, just like Mark is aware of Dawn’s adventures. It may be my analysis, but Kit has seemed to indicate that his wife has her adventures as well. It must be jolly hard to keep adventures from Kit’s wife if both husband and sister are involved in the C Club. It seems that the more that Dawn has opened her relationship with Mark, the more Kit has opened indicating that he is not necessarily in an unhappy marriage with his wife. So I working on a theory if Mark reveals him, Kit will reveal his hand, so to speak.
Just remember that Kit stated about a month and a half ago that “his relationship with his wife is greatly improved”, so my theory is he is using the poor marriage with the wife as a cover story so he found his extra-marital fun, depending on the openness of the side-chick, he reveals more at a later date. When Kit took Dawn out for her 50th birthday, Kit stated “discussing a broader relationship with his wife, he's suspicious she’s seems way ahead of him, doesn’t know who.” Does Kit want to introduce Mark to his wife? Is Kit looking for an arrangement similar to what Dawn and Mark have with Ray and Tony? If you sit back and analyse some information that Kit dropped to Dawn, there does seem a breadcrumb trail where Mark could up spending social outings with Kit’s wife and/or her sister. I suspect that Kit prefers his wife to broaden her horizons with Mark than with a Will-type character.
In addition, thanks to Dawn meeting Philip in Horsham, Mark can go into the business lunch knowing that Dawn has a dinner date with her new guy on Friday night. With this piece of nugget information, Mark knows that Dawn’s social outings are just mainly focused on Kit.
By the sounds of it, Mark is still able to have business lunches with Michelle and a shag ending. Mark knows all too well that needs to keep a major client (i.e. Michelle) happy. Maybe Mark should ring Dawn’s office once or twice a week via Dawn’s secretary.
Freya is still a dark horse. I get the impression she’s only interested in dealing with CEO and business owners. She could be interested in Mark’s services?
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Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Thanks for the update Dawn. I enjoyed your mini story about “you and your secretary’s I’ll show you mine if you show me yours”
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Romance and a tall, dark stranger... should have checked the tea leaves... 
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Hi Guys, I’m not now overly concerned about the Michelle situation, but I am about the dil. If anything goes silly, it’s on my doorstep in every way. I'll leave Dawn to deal with her. Tony rang and was so apologetic and, not having met Liz before, genuinely didn’t know who she was, frankly I believe him, in fairness he did what I would have done. Though he did say she was a very good shag, I don’t really want to know that.
My wall is coming on well, moving forward, the metalwork is almost complete and ready to be fitted when the brickwork is done, though I wish Roger would spend more time on my wall and less on Dawn!! Roger’s firm is doing the refurbishment of the Creche, he might be a good shag, but he’s an excellent builder.
Among the three business’s trying to put the child minding business together, we’re starting to make progress. There is a small company on the estate which is a recruitment firm who are going to do the recruitment, police checks and everything else social services and the council throw in front of us. We’ll get there.
I share a secretary with my sales director, who is working with one of the other company’s putting this project together. I may have mentioned the main director I deal with at the other participating company is as camp as a row of tents, but his secretary, Lisa, well that’s another subject. We have hit it off well, so my sec tells me. I have arranged lunch with her, much to the amusement of her boss.
Dawn got in in the early hours of Saturday morning, happy, tired and eager to tell me about the new guy, Philip - formerly known as Prince (Philip); just a bit of humour, but fell asleep. She can fill you in on the details; as she did me on Saturday morning during our Christmas shopping foray. Quite exciting her telling me the juicy details in the car and while walking around John Lewis in Chichester, despite being exciting, I couldn’t do anything - bloody tease. I’ll leave things here and hand over.
My wall is coming on well, moving forward, the metalwork is almost complete and ready to be fitted when the brickwork is done, though I wish Roger would spend more time on my wall and less on Dawn!! Roger’s firm is doing the refurbishment of the Creche, he might be a good shag, but he’s an excellent builder.
Among the three business’s trying to put the child minding business together, we’re starting to make progress. There is a small company on the estate which is a recruitment firm who are going to do the recruitment, police checks and everything else social services and the council throw in front of us. We’ll get there.
I share a secretary with my sales director, who is working with one of the other company’s putting this project together. I may have mentioned the main director I deal with at the other participating company is as camp as a row of tents, but his secretary, Lisa, well that’s another subject. We have hit it off well, so my sec tells me. I have arranged lunch with her, much to the amusement of her boss.
Dawn got in in the early hours of Saturday morning, happy, tired and eager to tell me about the new guy, Philip - formerly known as Prince (Philip); just a bit of humour, but fell asleep. She can fill you in on the details; as she did me on Saturday morning during our Christmas shopping foray. Quite exciting her telling me the juicy details in the car and while walking around John Lewis in Chichester, despite being exciting, I couldn’t do anything - bloody tease. I’ll leave things here and hand over.
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So your secretary is giving you big hints that you have hit it off well with a secretary from another company you are dealing with. How much does your secretary know about Michelle and yours/Dawn’s fun on the side? Or does your secretary realise that Dawn will turn a blind eye to possible fun activities you may get up to outside of your marriage? Is Lisa married?
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Mark, your sons & DIL lifestyle would be challenging to anyone I have 2 sons same sort of age, ultimately there’s very little you can do about it. They started this before you had visibility you didn’t encourage them
It was unfortunate that Dawn was exposed. They are by exposing your lifestyle but that cats out of the bag now, you can not put it back
So the big question you and Dawn have to answer, are you prepared to come out to your sons and daughter-in-law about your relationship and frankly their relationships? In fact they probable know and just do not want to talk about it, my sons would not want to talk about there lifestyle
Thereby you have the opportunity to really pass on experiences and help them work the way through ethical no monogamous relationship in a positive way
Considering if you did not know, they would still be ENM and the end would still be the same, what ever that is
ultimately you will always be they for your grandchildren,
If one of their relationships goes pair shape maybe that is the time to talk to them, or that could be to late
Or could be a very interesting conversation over family Xmas dinner
Hope your lunch with the secretary goes well, what about Dawns secretary was that just a one off opportunity or do you think you may want to go there, even just for the occasional bit of fun, seems Dawn would be ok
I predict Michell will be back in a few months
I can understand what you where pissed off with Tony but as he said he did not know, and really does it matter, if it was me, I would encourage Tony as he knows how to play the game and could be a safe set of hands to prevent anything more serious developing
Looking forward to Dawns update about Prince Philip and probably BBC
It was unfortunate that Dawn was exposed. They are by exposing your lifestyle but that cats out of the bag now, you can not put it back
So the big question you and Dawn have to answer, are you prepared to come out to your sons and daughter-in-law about your relationship and frankly their relationships? In fact they probable know and just do not want to talk about it, my sons would not want to talk about there lifestyle
Thereby you have the opportunity to really pass on experiences and help them work the way through ethical no monogamous relationship in a positive way
Considering if you did not know, they would still be ENM and the end would still be the same, what ever that is
ultimately you will always be they for your grandchildren,
If one of their relationships goes pair shape maybe that is the time to talk to them, or that could be to late
Or could be a very interesting conversation over family Xmas dinner
Hope your lunch with the secretary goes well, what about Dawns secretary was that just a one off opportunity or do you think you may want to go there, even just for the occasional bit of fun, seems Dawn would be ok
I predict Michell will be back in a few months
I can understand what you where pissed off with Tony but as he said he did not know, and really does it matter, if it was me, I would encourage Tony as he knows how to play the game and could be a safe set of hands to prevent anything more serious developing
Looking forward to Dawns update about Prince Philip and probably BBC
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Dawn; Well after the rush from meeting Philip on Friday afternoon, I got home in a fluster to get ready to go out for an evening with Ray. I was met in the drive by Roger who decided he wanted a fondle and fuck before he left. Whilst normally I was all for it, I was in a rush, so I used the excuse that Mark was on his way home, so no time for shagging. I was wet and I bet he thought it was all about him. That probably went straight to his head, I did have a feel and certainly it went to his little head, hard as a rock. So it was a heavy snog and mutual hand job in the drive. He said, as he will have the wall finished by early January, he’s asking what he’s going to get for Christmas? and he wants a proper relationship with me. I do hope he’s not getting too involved? I think a good bonk and an air clearing chat next week.
It was a week for ex’s, I did month end on Thursday by zoom with Philip et-al in the London office. Chatted with Leslie beforehand, everything good with her and Richard and the land deal is moving forward with Kit’s friend. She giggled ‘Frank the perv would wait for you for ever. Just show him some kindness, or another flash of pussy, that would do it’. That gave us both a good laugh and brightened the mood for the meeting. The other ex was Will with an invitation to a rather swanky dinner he’s throwing in London for his clients and friends. Coral is organising and he’d like me as his plus 1. He went on to suggest that he's decided he is straight after all, and maybe??? I said, ‘You're my best friend Will, I’d hate to ruin that’. ‘Do you still want me to come?’ So it’s all on and problem averted.
I met Ray at a lovely pub in Haslemere. So good to see her. Rather naughtily we drank a bottle of wine between us, and talked the night away. I told her about black Philip, she said, being picked up in a supermarket, what a tart! I said, 'Yes but it was Waitrose'. 'Oh, that’s OK then'. ‘So, now you have white Kit and black Philip, hmm, that’ll keep you busy!’ Which I thought was funny. I said I was going to try and alternate them.
She’s been seeing quite a bit of Kerry , Remi’s friend, business partner and 'dungeon master'. She admitted she does like the rough treatment and speaking of that; Remi said he hadn’t seen much of me. OK got the message, I'll ring him. Ray suggested a 4. Sounds good. After a lovely half hour kissing Ray goodnight in her car, I drove home. I seem to have a permanently wet pussy these days. I got into bed and slept the sleep of the dead. Mark said I snored like a pig. Nice.
Sorry there’s not a lot more to tell, but I am going to have to get myself organised if this is going to work with Kit and Philip, and of course my little treat to me, Remi. Of course there’s Christmas looming and the family are coming to us for the big day.
Speaking of family - Mark is going to have to accept that the boys and the girls are not that anymore, they are men and women and stop trying to control things, or else he’ll fuck things up for everyone. From what I have observed, they’re perfectly happy, doing fine and having a great time.
Sermon over.
It was a week for ex’s, I did month end on Thursday by zoom with Philip et-al in the London office. Chatted with Leslie beforehand, everything good with her and Richard and the land deal is moving forward with Kit’s friend. She giggled ‘Frank the perv would wait for you for ever. Just show him some kindness, or another flash of pussy, that would do it’. That gave us both a good laugh and brightened the mood for the meeting. The other ex was Will with an invitation to a rather swanky dinner he’s throwing in London for his clients and friends. Coral is organising and he’d like me as his plus 1. He went on to suggest that he's decided he is straight after all, and maybe??? I said, ‘You're my best friend Will, I’d hate to ruin that’. ‘Do you still want me to come?’ So it’s all on and problem averted.
I met Ray at a lovely pub in Haslemere. So good to see her. Rather naughtily we drank a bottle of wine between us, and talked the night away. I told her about black Philip, she said, being picked up in a supermarket, what a tart! I said, 'Yes but it was Waitrose'. 'Oh, that’s OK then'. ‘So, now you have white Kit and black Philip, hmm, that’ll keep you busy!’ Which I thought was funny. I said I was going to try and alternate them.
She’s been seeing quite a bit of Kerry , Remi’s friend, business partner and 'dungeon master'. She admitted she does like the rough treatment and speaking of that; Remi said he hadn’t seen much of me. OK got the message, I'll ring him. Ray suggested a 4. Sounds good. After a lovely half hour kissing Ray goodnight in her car, I drove home. I seem to have a permanently wet pussy these days. I got into bed and slept the sleep of the dead. Mark said I snored like a pig. Nice.
Sorry there’s not a lot more to tell, but I am going to have to get myself organised if this is going to work with Kit and Philip, and of course my little treat to me, Remi. Of course there’s Christmas looming and the family are coming to us for the big day.
Speaking of family - Mark is going to have to accept that the boys and the girls are not that anymore, they are men and women and stop trying to control things, or else he’ll fuck things up for everyone. From what I have observed, they’re perfectly happy, doing fine and having a great time.
Sermon over.
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Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Here are some of my thoughts. Both Liz and Nuala are quite bold in front of their in-laws. Most couples that are in the LS tend to hide activity from their family unless they know the family member is also in the LS or can be trusted. Liz and Nuala have been dropping hints about their LS activities left, right and centre. Nuala is openly flirting with Mark in front of her MIL, husband, BIL and SIL. Nuala is going hard after Roger in front of her MIL. Meanwhile, Nuala and Liz have worked out Ray and Tony are swingers and swing with Dawn and Mark.
It seems at Dawn’s 50th birthday party, there were 3 married women actively targeting 3 men for extra-marital activities:
- Nuala was actively targeting fun with Roger without success, as far as we know at this stage.
- Liz was actively targeting Ray’s husband, Tony, and was successful. I suspect that Liz intentionally hide her relationship to Dawn and Mark from Tony to ensure a successful outcome.
- Dawn’s secretary was actively targeting Mark and was pretty successful until they were interrupted.
By the sounds of it, Cheryl wasn’t actively targeting any man but was open to opportunities and ended up being successful with Tony. My take is that Liz and Nuala had discussed their planned attack before Dawn’s party and got their buy-in from their husbands. Mark’s and Dawn’s sit on the sidelines are enjoy the activities.
I believe that Mark’s and Dawn’s sons have worked out thanks to their wives that their parents are in the LS. I am guessing that the sons have agreed not to openly mention the situation to their parents. It has to be clear to their sons that the reserved, sweet girl (Nuala) with hidden powers is openly flirting with other men in front of her MIL in a space of 6 months, after catching her MIL in a very compromising position at a party with her girlfriend. On finding that Mark likes Dawn to dress daringly, Nuala follows Dawn’s lead. There are probably a lot of similarities between Nuala and Dawn (at Nuala age) due to their coming from strict parenting backgrounds when growing up.
For Liz and Nuala to be so bold in front of their in-law indicates that Liz and James, Nuala and Mike have been in the LS for way longer than 6 months. Liz and Nuala seem to be very confident Hotwives, which indicates that they have been LS for 2 to 3 years at least.
One last point, I believe that Liz and Nuala have a thing for the older successful silver foxes in the likes of Tony, Mark and Kit. These guys are also a safer bet, as they are not interested in anything more than a Fuck Buddy / Friends with Benefits relationship.
It seems at Dawn’s 50th birthday party, there were 3 married women actively targeting 3 men for extra-marital activities:
- Nuala was actively targeting fun with Roger without success, as far as we know at this stage.
- Liz was actively targeting Ray’s husband, Tony, and was successful. I suspect that Liz intentionally hide her relationship to Dawn and Mark from Tony to ensure a successful outcome.
- Dawn’s secretary was actively targeting Mark and was pretty successful until they were interrupted.
By the sounds of it, Cheryl wasn’t actively targeting any man but was open to opportunities and ended up being successful with Tony. My take is that Liz and Nuala had discussed their planned attack before Dawn’s party and got their buy-in from their husbands. Mark’s and Dawn’s sit on the sidelines are enjoy the activities.
I believe that Mark’s and Dawn’s sons have worked out thanks to their wives that their parents are in the LS. I am guessing that the sons have agreed not to openly mention the situation to their parents. It has to be clear to their sons that the reserved, sweet girl (Nuala) with hidden powers is openly flirting with other men in front of her MIL in a space of 6 months, after catching her MIL in a very compromising position at a party with her girlfriend. On finding that Mark likes Dawn to dress daringly, Nuala follows Dawn’s lead. There are probably a lot of similarities between Nuala and Dawn (at Nuala age) due to their coming from strict parenting backgrounds when growing up.
For Liz and Nuala to be so bold in front of their in-law indicates that Liz and James, Nuala and Mike have been in the LS for way longer than 6 months. Liz and Nuala seem to be very confident Hotwives, which indicates that they have been LS for 2 to 3 years at least.
One last point, I believe that Liz and Nuala have a thing for the older successful silver foxes in the likes of Tony, Mark and Kit. These guys are also a safer bet, as they are not interested in anything more than a Fuck Buddy / Friends with Benefits relationship.
Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Dawn: I do apologise for the length of this journal, but it was a great night. Let’s say - fun and stretching. And with a future, which I had hoped for. Mark said he will answer the questions you've raised as there were some very salient points..
I speak with Ray most days and told her about Philip, very excited, wants to hear how the date goes. I said I hadn’t seen Kit for a while and missed him, he’d been away on business but back this weekend, so next week hopefully. She told me she sees Kerry at least once or twice a fortnight, sly dog, she’s got a thick skin, the treatment that Remi and Kerry dish out she’d need one.
Well, Friday arrived; I went for a long hard swim in our local pool in Littlehampton in the afternoon to tighten everything up, Mark and I do this twice per week and I do Pilates twice a week, keeps the core tight. What to wear; it has to be classy, sexy, accessible. Especially for tonight. So, to the wardrobes. Outfit chosen, shower, shave and pamper.
I’d chosen a sand coloured jersey, sleeveless, backless dress, high neck with a tie at the back of the neck. 4” or more above the knee, tan coloured shoes and clutch. Soft lipstick and great make up, though I say so myself. Hmm, good to go. Mark is driving me up to the Caribbean restaurant in Crawley and all being well, Philip will bring me home for coffee.
Mark dropped me off, and although it was only a few steps to the door, it was bloody freezing, blowing a gale and wet, so my entrance was a little windswept and my nipples preceded me. God it was cold. I was met at the door by the maitre’d, said I was a guest of Dr Philip, to be corrected that as a consultant surgeon, he was a Mister. Ooh, Pardon me, Obviously a prized regular.
I was shown to the table, Philip stood, kissed both cheeks and introduced me to his other guests, a tall and very handsome black guy, Ali, and an attractive blonde obviously struggling to keep her quite large tits in a very low cut, short dress. Didn’t catch her name but nearly caught her boob. Bearing in mind I was covered up to the neck, Ali’s attention were focused on my chest as he too kissed me on the cheeks and got a surprise when he contacted my naked back and ran his hand over my backside. Both guys were beautifully dressed in jacket, shirt and trousers. The evening flowed, they were utterly charming, even Carol, that’s her name. Philip squeezed my thigh several times, getting higher each time. Ali flirted like crazy and openly admired my firming nipples without a blush, why not, I enjoyed it too. Food was amazing, wine and chat flowed and Carol invited me to join her in the loo.
She was actually really nice, totally infatuated with Ali. She was 42, married, a senior teacher in a large school. She complimented my dress, explained Ali insisted she dressed as she did which was not her norm, she’d kept the clothes she came out in in a hold-all in her car to change back into to go home. I said I preferred to dress as I did, laughed, so I could show my tits without showing my tits, she liked that. Hopefully she could recover a little dignity and confidence in future. Ali was clearly very dominant. She said I must have the tiniest of G strings, I smiled, shook my head. Believe it or not she was shocked that I wasn’t wearing anything. Yet she was the one standing half naked in front of everyone. In any case I’m certain Ali had sussed out my attire, as he had stroked my arse after stroking my back.
Philip was so lovely, and yes he is still beautiful. I discretely told him Mark was away until the late early hours perhaps he’d like a coffee in return for a lift home? I got the distinct feeling they were hoping for coffee for 4 at his home, from the way Ali was behaving. But said he’d be delighted. Ali less so. Poor Carol.
Dinner over, I went to the loo again and texted Mark I wanted the house. Philip went to get his car, and my assumption was right, Ali and Carol had come in Philips car, expected us all to back to Philips. So they travelled in the back and were dropped at Ali’s home, which was around 6 houses down from Philips in a rather nice suburb of Broadbridge Heath, near Horsham. Ali opened my door, leaned in, kissed me on the cheek and then quite forcefully on the lips while giving my left boob a squeeze, no surprise there. Just to tease, I whispered that he was a naughty boy and licked his lips. He smiled ear to ear, gave me another kiss with a little tongue, my boob got another squeeze. Yup, a possibility - in his mind, to be honest, mine too.
On the way down, I played the perfect flirt, undid Philip’s shirt, stroked his chest, pulled a nipple or two and stroked his thigh, just short of an obvious hard-on. He pulled onto the drive, stopped and pulled me across the console kissed me hard and yet more attention to my boobs. I didn’t know where Mark was, but I’m sure he’s not far, hope he’s not too cold.
He was obviously impressed with my home, the outside lights making it look impressive up the drive and the inside lights making it look soft and inviting, well done Mark. I walked us into the lounge and asked, coffee, wine or something a little stronger? So a gin and tonic for him and a vodka and tonic for me.
I walked to the front of the bar with our drinks, said cheers took a big drink. He put our drinks down, pulled my head forward and gave me a serious snog, undid the tie of my dress. The front fell forward and with a little twitch of my shoulders - voila, I was topless and very horny. He smiled as he kissed me, oh yes, this was going to be a lot of fun. He couldn’t get enough of my boobs, either with his hands or that lovely hard sucking mouth, while his hands at each side of the skirt gave one big push, I was as naked as the day I was born, including hairless. He stepped back to admire and approved, I posed shamelessly. I removed his shirt and trousers, pushed him onto the sofa, removed his pants. Surprise! 7 1/2 - 8”, very thick and veiny. Best blowjob coming up! Well, that’s what he said later.
Philip laid me on the sofa, there’s that long tongue again this time in my pussy, to be replaced with a tight fitting cock. He was on his knees pushing the head in and I was on my back, raised elbows watching this black beauty slowly disappear. Once all was in, he started a lovely steady rhythm, kneading and squeezing my tits. It was so good. I didn’t take long to come. He kept going and I was heading for number two, when he said he was going to come, where did I want it, how sweet my child bearing days are over. I said I wanted all of it inside me. He obliged. Lots of it, my poor sofa. I'll get the steam cleaning machine out tomorrow
I lay on his chest, him stroking my boobs, just talking for the next half hour. He told me about himself. Divorced years ago, loved his job, had several lady friends but nothing serious. Ali and he had been close friends since Uni, Ali'd helped him through his divorce. Ali was a research chemist with a big Pharma in Sussex. He was a lapsed Muslim from Iran (second generation), and yes he had urged Philip to try for a little fun tonight, did that upset me? I grinned, ‘Next time maybe’. Philip laughed and said he won’t tell Ali, but that would make his decade, he too was really into me. Nice to know I can still do it, and Philip admitting he was into me, so not one sided. My stroking of Philip’s cock paid dividends and Philip was into me, again. This time me on top. My boobs were getting the royal treatment as I made that beautiful cock disappear again. After my two further orgasms, I gave him my best Singapore grip, he came. The pulsing was dramatic. the feeling of being pumped full of come, just amazing.
A short interlude. Weirdly, I wanted to taste his come. So blowjob number 2, this time to the end. Just recently I’ve blown Kit and now Philip, both must be born with come reservoirs. It took a few gulps but I managed, a little spillage but that’s ok. Salty, nice and lots of it.
It was now 2.30am, Philip said it was time to go in case husband got home earlier than expected. Oh, as he is a medical professional, he’d like me to keep our relationship - our little secret. Ooh, we have a relationship, brilliant. He said he’d find his own way out while I just relax.
When he’d gone, I rushed behind the bar for serviettes to try to save my poor carpet from further leaked gallons of goo. Now where is my rampant Mark, I need to fuck him.
I speak with Ray most days and told her about Philip, very excited, wants to hear how the date goes. I said I hadn’t seen Kit for a while and missed him, he’d been away on business but back this weekend, so next week hopefully. She told me she sees Kerry at least once or twice a fortnight, sly dog, she’s got a thick skin, the treatment that Remi and Kerry dish out she’d need one.
Well, Friday arrived; I went for a long hard swim in our local pool in Littlehampton in the afternoon to tighten everything up, Mark and I do this twice per week and I do Pilates twice a week, keeps the core tight. What to wear; it has to be classy, sexy, accessible. Especially for tonight. So, to the wardrobes. Outfit chosen, shower, shave and pamper.
I’d chosen a sand coloured jersey, sleeveless, backless dress, high neck with a tie at the back of the neck. 4” or more above the knee, tan coloured shoes and clutch. Soft lipstick and great make up, though I say so myself. Hmm, good to go. Mark is driving me up to the Caribbean restaurant in Crawley and all being well, Philip will bring me home for coffee.
Mark dropped me off, and although it was only a few steps to the door, it was bloody freezing, blowing a gale and wet, so my entrance was a little windswept and my nipples preceded me. God it was cold. I was met at the door by the maitre’d, said I was a guest of Dr Philip, to be corrected that as a consultant surgeon, he was a Mister. Ooh, Pardon me, Obviously a prized regular.
I was shown to the table, Philip stood, kissed both cheeks and introduced me to his other guests, a tall and very handsome black guy, Ali, and an attractive blonde obviously struggling to keep her quite large tits in a very low cut, short dress. Didn’t catch her name but nearly caught her boob. Bearing in mind I was covered up to the neck, Ali’s attention were focused on my chest as he too kissed me on the cheeks and got a surprise when he contacted my naked back and ran his hand over my backside. Both guys were beautifully dressed in jacket, shirt and trousers. The evening flowed, they were utterly charming, even Carol, that’s her name. Philip squeezed my thigh several times, getting higher each time. Ali flirted like crazy and openly admired my firming nipples without a blush, why not, I enjoyed it too. Food was amazing, wine and chat flowed and Carol invited me to join her in the loo.
She was actually really nice, totally infatuated with Ali. She was 42, married, a senior teacher in a large school. She complimented my dress, explained Ali insisted she dressed as she did which was not her norm, she’d kept the clothes she came out in in a hold-all in her car to change back into to go home. I said I preferred to dress as I did, laughed, so I could show my tits without showing my tits, she liked that. Hopefully she could recover a little dignity and confidence in future. Ali was clearly very dominant. She said I must have the tiniest of G strings, I smiled, shook my head. Believe it or not she was shocked that I wasn’t wearing anything. Yet she was the one standing half naked in front of everyone. In any case I’m certain Ali had sussed out my attire, as he had stroked my arse after stroking my back.
Philip was so lovely, and yes he is still beautiful. I discretely told him Mark was away until the late early hours perhaps he’d like a coffee in return for a lift home? I got the distinct feeling they were hoping for coffee for 4 at his home, from the way Ali was behaving. But said he’d be delighted. Ali less so. Poor Carol.
Dinner over, I went to the loo again and texted Mark I wanted the house. Philip went to get his car, and my assumption was right, Ali and Carol had come in Philips car, expected us all to back to Philips. So they travelled in the back and were dropped at Ali’s home, which was around 6 houses down from Philips in a rather nice suburb of Broadbridge Heath, near Horsham. Ali opened my door, leaned in, kissed me on the cheek and then quite forcefully on the lips while giving my left boob a squeeze, no surprise there. Just to tease, I whispered that he was a naughty boy and licked his lips. He smiled ear to ear, gave me another kiss with a little tongue, my boob got another squeeze. Yup, a possibility - in his mind, to be honest, mine too.
On the way down, I played the perfect flirt, undid Philip’s shirt, stroked his chest, pulled a nipple or two and stroked his thigh, just short of an obvious hard-on. He pulled onto the drive, stopped and pulled me across the console kissed me hard and yet more attention to my boobs. I didn’t know where Mark was, but I’m sure he’s not far, hope he’s not too cold.
He was obviously impressed with my home, the outside lights making it look impressive up the drive and the inside lights making it look soft and inviting, well done Mark. I walked us into the lounge and asked, coffee, wine or something a little stronger? So a gin and tonic for him and a vodka and tonic for me.
I walked to the front of the bar with our drinks, said cheers took a big drink. He put our drinks down, pulled my head forward and gave me a serious snog, undid the tie of my dress. The front fell forward and with a little twitch of my shoulders - voila, I was topless and very horny. He smiled as he kissed me, oh yes, this was going to be a lot of fun. He couldn’t get enough of my boobs, either with his hands or that lovely hard sucking mouth, while his hands at each side of the skirt gave one big push, I was as naked as the day I was born, including hairless. He stepped back to admire and approved, I posed shamelessly. I removed his shirt and trousers, pushed him onto the sofa, removed his pants. Surprise! 7 1/2 - 8”, very thick and veiny. Best blowjob coming up! Well, that’s what he said later.
Philip laid me on the sofa, there’s that long tongue again this time in my pussy, to be replaced with a tight fitting cock. He was on his knees pushing the head in and I was on my back, raised elbows watching this black beauty slowly disappear. Once all was in, he started a lovely steady rhythm, kneading and squeezing my tits. It was so good. I didn’t take long to come. He kept going and I was heading for number two, when he said he was going to come, where did I want it, how sweet my child bearing days are over. I said I wanted all of it inside me. He obliged. Lots of it, my poor sofa. I'll get the steam cleaning machine out tomorrow
I lay on his chest, him stroking my boobs, just talking for the next half hour. He told me about himself. Divorced years ago, loved his job, had several lady friends but nothing serious. Ali and he had been close friends since Uni, Ali'd helped him through his divorce. Ali was a research chemist with a big Pharma in Sussex. He was a lapsed Muslim from Iran (second generation), and yes he had urged Philip to try for a little fun tonight, did that upset me? I grinned, ‘Next time maybe’. Philip laughed and said he won’t tell Ali, but that would make his decade, he too was really into me. Nice to know I can still do it, and Philip admitting he was into me, so not one sided. My stroking of Philip’s cock paid dividends and Philip was into me, again. This time me on top. My boobs were getting the royal treatment as I made that beautiful cock disappear again. After my two further orgasms, I gave him my best Singapore grip, he came. The pulsing was dramatic. the feeling of being pumped full of come, just amazing.
A short interlude. Weirdly, I wanted to taste his come. So blowjob number 2, this time to the end. Just recently I’ve blown Kit and now Philip, both must be born with come reservoirs. It took a few gulps but I managed, a little spillage but that’s ok. Salty, nice and lots of it.
It was now 2.30am, Philip said it was time to go in case husband got home earlier than expected. Oh, as he is a medical professional, he’d like me to keep our relationship - our little secret. Ooh, we have a relationship, brilliant. He said he’d find his own way out while I just relax.
When he’d gone, I rushed behind the bar for serviettes to try to save my poor carpet from further leaked gallons of goo. Now where is my rampant Mark, I need to fuck him.
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Amazing! Ali must be quite a friend for Philip to be willing to share you before having you alone first! I’m sure he is glad it turned out as it did. Dawn knows best!
Can’t wait to hear where Mark was lurking. Hopefully very close by!
Can’t wait to hear where Mark was lurking. Hopefully very close by!
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Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Thanks for the update Dawn. Was Mark hiding in the garden and looking in 
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You sexy thing!Just to tease, I whispered that he was a naughty boy and licked his lips. He smiled ear to ear, gave me another kiss with a little tongue, my boob got another squeeze. Yup, a possibility - in his mind, to be honest, mine too.
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Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Another stellar report Dawn, thank you!
Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Dawn as Ali is looking for a bit of action as well, do you think Carol is on the menu as well for you, what was you feeling of her
With the weather, I think Mark must have been in his man cave checking all his cameras
Was Prince Philip the biggest you had? Does sound like he is a BBC
With the weather, I think Mark must have been in his man cave checking all his cameras
Was Prince Philip the biggest you had? Does sound like he is a BBC
Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Dawn as Ali is looking for a bit of action as well, do you think Carol is on the menu as well for you, what was you feeling of her
With the weather, I think Mark must have been in his man cave checking all his cameras
Was Prince Philip the biggest you had? Does sound like he is a BBC
With the weather, I think Mark must have been in his man cave checking all his cameras
Was Prince Philip the biggest you had? Does sound like he is a BBC
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Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Docean wrote: ↑Sat Dec 07, 2024 4:11 pmDawn: I do apologise for the length of this journal, but it was a great night. Let’s say - fun and stretching. And with a future, which I had hoped for. Mark said he will answer the questions you've raised as there were some very salient points..
I speak with Ray most days and told her about Philip, very excited, wants to hear how the date goes. I said I hadn’t seen Kit for a while and missed him, he’d been away on business but back this weekend, so next week hopefully. She told me she sees Kerry at least once or twice a fortnight, sly dog, she’s got a thick skin, the treatment that Remi and Kerry dish out she’d need one.
Well, Friday arrived; I went for a long hard swim in our local pool in Littlehampton in the afternoon to tighten everything up, Mark and I do this twice per week and I do Pilates twice a week, keeps the core tight. What to wear; it has to be classy, sexy, accessible. Especially for tonight. So, to the wardrobes. Outfit chosen, shower, shave and pamper.
I’d chosen a sand coloured jersey, sleeveless, backless dress, high neck with a tie at the back of the neck. 4” or more above the knee, tan coloured shoes and clutch. Soft lipstick and great make up, though I say so myself. Hmm, good to go. Mark is driving me up to the Caribbean restaurant in Crawley and all being well, Philip will bring me home for coffee.
Mark dropped me off, and although it was only a few steps to the door, it was bloody freezing, blowing a gale and wet, so my entrance was a little windswept and my nipples preceded me. God it was cold. I was met at the door by the maitre’d, said I was a guest of Dr Philip, to be corrected that as a consultant surgeon, he was a Mister. Ooh, Pardon me, Obviously a prized regular.
I was shown to the table, Philip stood, kissed both cheeks and introduced me to his other guests, a tall and very handsome black guy, Ali, and an attractive blonde obviously struggling to keep her quite large tits in a very low cut, short dress. Didn’t catch her name but nearly caught her boob. Bearing in mind I was covered up to the neck, Ali’s attention were focused on my chest as he too kissed me on the cheeks and got a surprise when he contacted my naked back and ran his hand over my backside. Both guys were beautifully dressed in jacket, shirt and trousers. The evening flowed, they were utterly charming, even Carol, that’s her name. Philip squeezed my thigh several times, getting higher each time. Ali flirted like crazy and openly admired my firming nipples without a blush, why not, I enjoyed it too. Food was amazing, wine and chat flowed and Carol invited me to join her in the loo.
She was actually really nice, totally infatuated with Ali. She was 42, married, a senior teacher in a large school. She complimented my dress, explained Ali insisted she dressed as she did which was not her norm, she’d kept the clothes she came out in in a hold-all in her car to change back into to go home. I said I preferred to dress as I did, laughed, so I could show my tits without showing my tits, she liked that. Hopefully she could recover a little dignity and confidence in future. Ali was clearly very dominant. She said I must have the tiniest of G strings, I smiled, shook my head. Believe it or not she was shocked that I wasn’t wearing anything. Yet she was the one standing half naked in front of everyone. In any case I’m certain Ali had sussed out my attire, as he had stroked my arse after stroking my back.
Philip was so lovely, and yes he is still beautiful. I discretely told him Mark was away until the late early hours perhaps he’d like a coffee in return for a lift home? I got the distinct feeling they were hoping for coffee for 4 at his home, from the way Ali was behaving. But said he’d be delighted. Ali less so. Poor Carol.
Dinner over, I went to the loo again and texted Mark I wanted the house. Philip went to get his car, and my assumption was right, Ali and Carol had come in Philips car, expected us all to back to Philips. So they travelled in the back and were dropped at Ali’s home, which was around 6 houses down from Philips in a rather nice suburb of Broadbridge Heath, near Horsham. Ali opened my door, leaned in, kissed me on the cheek and then quite forcefully on the lips while giving my left boob a squeeze, no surprise there. Just to tease, I whispered that he was a naughty boy and licked his lips. He smiled ear to ear, gave me another kiss with a little tongue, my boob got another squeeze. Yup, a possibility - in his mind, to be honest, mine too.
On the way down, I played the perfect flirt, undid Philip’s shirt, stroked his chest, pulled a nipple or two and stroked his thigh, just short of an obvious hard-on. He pulled onto the drive, stopped and pulled me across the console kissed me hard and yet more attention to my boobs. I didn’t know where Mark was, but I’m sure he’s not far, hope he’s not too cold.
He was obviously impressed with my home, the outside lights making it look impressive up the drive and the inside lights making it look soft and inviting, well done Mark. I walked us into the lounge and asked, coffee, wine or something a little stronger? So a gin and tonic for him and a vodka and tonic for me.
I walked to the front of the bar with our drinks, said cheers took a big drink. He put our drinks down, pulled my head forward and gave me a serious snog, undid the tie of my dress. The front fell forward and with a little twitch of my shoulders - voila, I was topless and very horny. He smiled as he kissed me, oh yes, this was going to be a lot of fun. He couldn’t get enough of my boobs, either with his hands or that lovely hard sucking mouth, while his hands at each side of the skirt gave one big push, I was as naked as the day I was born, including hairless. He stepped back to admire and approved, I posed shamelessly. I removed his shirt and trousers, pushed him onto the sofa, removed his pants. Surprise! 7 1/2 - 8”, very thick and veiny. Best blowjob coming up! Well, that’s what he said later.
Philip laid me on the sofa, there’s that long tongue again this time in my pussy, to be replaced with a tight fitting cock. He was on his knees pushing the head in and I was on my back, raised elbows watching this black beauty slowly disappear. Once all was in, he started a lovely steady rhythm, kneading and squeezing my tits. It was so good. I didn’t take long to come. He kept going and I was heading for number two, when he said he was going to come, where did I want it, how sweet my child bearing days are over. I said I wanted all of it inside me. He obliged. Lots of it, my poor sofa. I'll get the steam cleaning machine out tomorrow
I lay on his chest, him stroking my boobs, just talking for the next half hour. He told me about himself. Divorced years ago, loved his job, had several lady friends but nothing serious. Ali and he had been close friends since Uni, Ali'd helped him through his divorce. Ali was a research chemist with a big Pharma in Sussex. He was a lapsed Muslim from Iran (second generation), and yes he had urged Philip to try for a little fun tonight, did that upset me? I grinned, ‘Next time maybe’. Philip laughed and said he won’t tell Ali, but that would make his decade, he too was really into me. Nice to know I can still do it, and Philip admitting he was into me, so not one sided. My stroking of Philip’s cock paid dividends and Philip was into me, again. This time me on top. My boobs were getting the royal treatment as I made that beautiful cock disappear again. After my two further orgasms, I gave him my best Singapore grip, he came. The pulsing was dramatic. the feeling of being pumped full of come, just amazing.
A short interlude. Weirdly, I wanted to taste his come. So blowjob number 2, this time to the end. Just recently I’ve blown Kit and now Philip, both must be born with come reservoirs. It took a few gulps but I managed, a little spillage but that’s ok. Salty, nice and lots of it.
It was now 2.30am, Philip said it was time to go in case husband got home earlier than expected. Oh, as he is a medical professional, he’d like me to keep our relationship - our little secret. Ooh, we have a relationship, brilliant. He said he’d find his own way out while I just relax.
When he’d gone, I rushed behind the bar for serviettes to try to save my poor carpet from further leaked gallons of goo. Now where is my rampant Mark, I need to fuck him.
- Never apologize for the length of your writings, it's the very reason why we are here and yours are amongst the best.
- Love it!!
- As they should, with a little jiggle to wave 'Hello!'
- Bodice ripping plus, my, my.
- Weird, I thought was only a Canadian thing.
- Looks like a fun and fulfilling night was had by all, with possible future adventures.
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Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Thanks for another sensual description of your preparations and clothing Dawn. It really helps me set the scene mentally.
The length of your and Mark’s writing are never long and are the required length for your story.
I do hope Mark was indoors as the strong winds on Friday and squally showers would certainly have dampened his ardour.
I’m hoping that you manage to get another BDSM session with Remi before the enforced Christmas break with the family.
Looking forward to your next update, and Mark’s as well.
The length of your and Mark’s writing are never long and are the required length for your story.
I do hope Mark was indoors as the strong winds on Friday and squally showers would certainly have dampened his ardour.
I’m hoping that you manage to get another BDSM session with Remi before the enforced Christmas break with the family.
Looking forward to your next update, and Mark’s as well.
Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Looking forward to an update on Marks lunch with the sexy secretary next door
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Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Dawn and Mark - here is wishing you a merry Christmas and a happy sexy fun-filled 2-25. Hope you enjoy the holidays with your family, friends and lovers
Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
I hate to sound like Scrooge but - bloody Christmas, and for that matter December too, just gets in the way. Neither of us know if we’re on our head or on our arse. So apologies for the delay in responding. I have been nominated to update, please excuse the relative brevity but I’m trying to pack everything in. My relating doesn’t have the salacious detail that I know Dawn revels in, and gets her motor warmed up in the recalling. Ok, I benefit too sometimes.
I’d like to clarify a couple of things if I may; I have no interest in meeting Kit for personal or business reasons, for the latter if I receive company enquiries, I have sales staff who will deal with that, for the former? No interest in pissing contests.
I had lunch with Michelle. It was very apparent that she had ‘slowed down’ in attitude and certainly dress. Although very warm and amiable, the fizz had gone and it was clear we’d reached the end of anything romantic. The good side - the resurrection of her marriage was progressing, but I didn’t notice any real enthusiasm. Shame, but that’s life.
Lunch with Lisa, secretary from the other company, was very promising. She looked great in blouse and tight skirt, more bosom than I remembered on show, and as I returned her to her office, a little kiss and cuddle ensued with the promise of post Christmas repeat.
I know you’re all on tenterhooks about my wall - it’s done. Electric gates are working, lights are good, just the cctv cameras to be linked and that’s it. It looks fantastic, Roger the rogerer has done good. And his firm have finished the refurb of the proposed pre-school unit at my firm, wish he could fix the damned Council, going to be New Year now.
I’ve just been told we’re having the family bathroom refurbed now, her need for a bit of young is costing me a fortune. I didn’t know it needed doing, It’s only 10 years or so since it’s been done. We have the kids this Christmas and they go to their in-laws on Boxing Day. So we’ve got Ray and Tony for Boxing Day.
I sponsored the staff buffet/booze up at the local pub, my guys are great and got well earned bonuses in their pay packet. Before we left for the pub, I walked into my office to catch Steve, my sales director, in flagrante delicious with our joint secretary on the office sofa. That was a surprise, been going on a while apparently. I made my excuses and left. In reception, Shelley, my lucky find, gave me a hug, a kiss and a bottle of nice cognac plus a fabulous box of chocolates for Dawn for Christmas. I admit to welling up. She wasn’t going to the booze up, so I asked her to give her mum a hug and shake her dad’s hand. Lovely people.
Earlier in the month Dawn saw Kit, attended Will’s dinner for his cronies as his plus 1. She went to the partners Christmas do, onto Remi afterwards and came home with an unexpected Christmas present. I’ll let her tell you all about that.
Oh, I can tell you about Philip’s visit to our home… well, I stood in the cold and pissing rain in my garden to witness Philip’s seduction of Dawn. What an anti climax, literally. No dramas, just got down to it. Good looking guy, so boring. I can’t see it lasting. Sorry there’s not much detail, but it was by the numbers, though he was very insistent for her to fuck his friend Ali, who is quite the animal and likes rough sex. She and I were both confused, but it turns out his kink is he likes to be in the room at close quarters to watch the action, no participation. She can certainly pick them. She told him she’d give it some thought. I’m not judging, I like to watch but not in the same room, and mfm or ffm with Ray and Tony is the closest I get to it. We’ll see. Dawn has promised to write soon.
I would like to say a very heart felt thank you to everyone who has contributed to my journey. In giving sage advice, words of kindness and support and even those who have said I’m being a pratt.
Dawn and I wish you all a very Happy Christmas and the luckiest of New Years.
I’d like to clarify a couple of things if I may; I have no interest in meeting Kit for personal or business reasons, for the latter if I receive company enquiries, I have sales staff who will deal with that, for the former? No interest in pissing contests.
I had lunch with Michelle. It was very apparent that she had ‘slowed down’ in attitude and certainly dress. Although very warm and amiable, the fizz had gone and it was clear we’d reached the end of anything romantic. The good side - the resurrection of her marriage was progressing, but I didn’t notice any real enthusiasm. Shame, but that’s life.
Lunch with Lisa, secretary from the other company, was very promising. She looked great in blouse and tight skirt, more bosom than I remembered on show, and as I returned her to her office, a little kiss and cuddle ensued with the promise of post Christmas repeat.
I know you’re all on tenterhooks about my wall - it’s done. Electric gates are working, lights are good, just the cctv cameras to be linked and that’s it. It looks fantastic, Roger the rogerer has done good. And his firm have finished the refurb of the proposed pre-school unit at my firm, wish he could fix the damned Council, going to be New Year now.
I’ve just been told we’re having the family bathroom refurbed now, her need for a bit of young is costing me a fortune. I didn’t know it needed doing, It’s only 10 years or so since it’s been done. We have the kids this Christmas and they go to their in-laws on Boxing Day. So we’ve got Ray and Tony for Boxing Day.
I sponsored the staff buffet/booze up at the local pub, my guys are great and got well earned bonuses in their pay packet. Before we left for the pub, I walked into my office to catch Steve, my sales director, in flagrante delicious with our joint secretary on the office sofa. That was a surprise, been going on a while apparently. I made my excuses and left. In reception, Shelley, my lucky find, gave me a hug, a kiss and a bottle of nice cognac plus a fabulous box of chocolates for Dawn for Christmas. I admit to welling up. She wasn’t going to the booze up, so I asked her to give her mum a hug and shake her dad’s hand. Lovely people.
Earlier in the month Dawn saw Kit, attended Will’s dinner for his cronies as his plus 1. She went to the partners Christmas do, onto Remi afterwards and came home with an unexpected Christmas present. I’ll let her tell you all about that.
Oh, I can tell you about Philip’s visit to our home… well, I stood in the cold and pissing rain in my garden to witness Philip’s seduction of Dawn. What an anti climax, literally. No dramas, just got down to it. Good looking guy, so boring. I can’t see it lasting. Sorry there’s not much detail, but it was by the numbers, though he was very insistent for her to fuck his friend Ali, who is quite the animal and likes rough sex. She and I were both confused, but it turns out his kink is he likes to be in the room at close quarters to watch the action, no participation. She can certainly pick them. She told him she’d give it some thought. I’m not judging, I like to watch but not in the same room, and mfm or ffm with Ray and Tony is the closest I get to it. We’ll see. Dawn has promised to write soon.
I would like to say a very heart felt thank you to everyone who has contributed to my journey. In giving sage advice, words of kindness and support and even those who have said I’m being a pratt.
Dawn and I wish you all a very Happy Christmas and the luckiest of New Years.