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Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
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Dawn; Hi everyone. Been a great but strange week. Great, I saw Kit on Tuesday evening. I must admit I had missed him. We had a lovely dinner at this hotel in the wilds, I didn’t ask how he knows all of these out of the way places. I wore a simple cream blouse and and black leather pencil skirt to the knee, black heels and followed the rule, head up, shoulders back, boobs forward - and glide. Never fails, heads turned and Kit told me, his heart rate went up. Win all round. I told him my news, which pleased him. Except for the bit about the girls trip, hmm, do I detect a bit of jealousy and maybe, ownership??? Mark’s fine about it, said something about peace and quiet.
Sadly he told me James, his friend and mine, was developing dementia. I did shed a tear, he’s such a lovely man and only mid 70’s, so unfair. He and his wife have asked for me to call in and see them at their lakeside home in Petersfield. They want to put their affairs (oops) in order whilst he can.
Kit told me his news mainly business, he’s having another business club get together at a hotel in the New Forest end of this month. The last 2 were very successful and so he was asked to carry on. The relationship with him and his wife was improving well, her ‘new’ boyfriend and her were establishing a regular little affair, her mood had improved, she was shagging Kit more often. He can’t be that naive, surely? 0 to 100 in a few weeks? Not my fight, as Mark would say.
After dinner, we climbed the ‘wooden hill’ to his room and as expected, the sex was fast hard and very satisfying. He’s mesmerised with my scorpion, says I’d in his eyeliner and is waiting for it to sting him as he has his tongue in it’s home. More please. A lovely slow bonk in bed in the morning, shower and as I bent over to pick my skirt up, well… Another shower and breakfast.
I went straight to the office where, I am Miss Golden Boobs (in the absence of Balls) for surviving the action in London. So much for discretion. Leslie had told Sandra, who proudly told everyone. Over a cup of coffee and a few tears I told Sandra everything. I am in the process of writing up Saturdays proceedings - now that was strange.. To follow. Lots of Love, Dawn. xx
Sadly he told me James, his friend and mine, was developing dementia. I did shed a tear, he’s such a lovely man and only mid 70’s, so unfair. He and his wife have asked for me to call in and see them at their lakeside home in Petersfield. They want to put their affairs (oops) in order whilst he can.
Kit told me his news mainly business, he’s having another business club get together at a hotel in the New Forest end of this month. The last 2 were very successful and so he was asked to carry on. The relationship with him and his wife was improving well, her ‘new’ boyfriend and her were establishing a regular little affair, her mood had improved, she was shagging Kit more often. He can’t be that naive, surely? 0 to 100 in a few weeks? Not my fight, as Mark would say.
After dinner, we climbed the ‘wooden hill’ to his room and as expected, the sex was fast hard and very satisfying. He’s mesmerised with my scorpion, says I’d in his eyeliner and is waiting for it to sting him as he has his tongue in it’s home. More please. A lovely slow bonk in bed in the morning, shower and as I bent over to pick my skirt up, well… Another shower and breakfast.
I went straight to the office where, I am Miss Golden Boobs (in the absence of Balls) for surviving the action in London. So much for discretion. Leslie had told Sandra, who proudly told everyone. Over a cup of coffee and a few tears I told Sandra everything. I am in the process of writing up Saturdays proceedings - now that was strange.. To follow. Lots of Love, Dawn. xx
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Thanks for the updates Mark and Dawn.
Ooh, very intriguing Dawn, you’ve got me on the edge of my seat!
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Dawn; The strange bit; Saturday, party time. Mark has been wonderful, after all it’s his weekend as well. Anyway, dress up time; I thought cocktail dress. Shower, shave and perfume, to spoil a phrase. Dark blue satin A dress, below the knee with a discreet slit up the left leg to upper thigh level, only showed when I walked, zipped at the back. The top part was a triangular piece of satin, tied at the back of the collar by 2 buttons. Key hole from neck to waist at the front showing cleavage and pokies, backless at the, well you know, and quite a bit of side boob just to add interest. Black court shoes, dark hair down, red lipstick and my lovely cape for decencies sake. Mark suggested I might as well go ‘bare arsed’, so genteel.
Around 9 I parked up, Mark had offered to drive me but I thought if Mike saw him he’d rope Mark in. Not yet! There were already quite a few cars, some quite exotic. Mike welcomed me in and took my cape, made wonderful compliments about my appearance. Got there in the end. Gave me a rather large glass of bubbles and introduced me to quite a few people, ages ranging from 40 - 70ish. I might add, some of the older women were more exposed than me, and some of whom, shouldn’t be. There was quite a lot of pretty people, some I recognised, most I didn’t. Mostly couples, married, and attached. Captains of industry and government offices. I mingled, drank, got topped up, drank some more. One of the girls advised me there was ‘mood enhancing powder’ in the loos. Definitely not for me, anyway Mark would kill me. The party definitely had it’s share of diversity, in that quite a few gay people were openly flirting with each other, one guy was fabulous, flirted with me outrageously, said only I could make him straight, then put his arm through a very good looking guys arm and said, ‘maybe not’. I laughed and kissed his cheek.
My intention was, if it got to public displays of shagging, I’d slip away. Clearly just swapping. Not into orgies.
In terms of presentation, Mike had done a wonderful job, waiting staff were handing out the canapés and kept drinks topped up, one guy, a well known actor, although I suspect not as well known as he thought he was, tried it on. No thanks, I can’t compete with that much self love. He was actually offended. As Mike was mingling with a big fitted brunette, I was approached by a a very attractive Asian guy, who introduce himself as Ed, he told me Edwin, but please don’t call him that. His mother’s choice being an old fashioned girl. His father was a white English guy who worked with Mike in London and his mother was full Indonesian from Kuala Lumpur. I was unsure of the rules where Mike was concerned with other guys, but thought, let’s see how this works out.
How do I describe him; he was beautiful. Dark skin, clean shaven, longish black hair, almond shaped hazel eyes, white teeth, but his mouth was so…perfect, I was completely drawn to his lips… He stood about 5’10’, great build, his clothes looked expensive, wore a dark blue jacket with a couple of subtle slanting silver flashes, (would look great on Mark), white button down shirt, black trousers. He spoke to me, with an Oxford accent, I felt my nipples go rock hard - let my cool image down. He was gorgeous. He made me feel that I was the only person in the room. That is such a powerful aphrodisiac. What style.
I told him I was friend of Mike’s and a solicitor (not hired for the night), his connection was he worked in the finance area of Canary Wharf, but his father was a working colleague of Mike and a close friend. He seemed a bit disdainful of some of the goings on which had just started. So I actually suggested perhaps a tour of the house would be a better option, what a tart, I can’t believe I did that. Long story short, we ended up in one of the softly lit bedrooms, to see the view of course. That lovely mouth was soft, pliant and hid a very strong tongue. Just dreamy. Without ceremony, he went straight to the buttons at the back of my collar, how observant, and the zip at my waist. The front fell down, followed by the dress. Wearing only black hold ups and shoes, I stood before him. Hehe, a little shock at the absence of pants.
He was so gentle, took his time to kiss and caress my lips, my neck, ears, shoulders. I cannot explain it, but I was the most aroused I had been for years. My boobs got special treatment, biting, pinching as well as sucking my nipples surprisingly hard, wow. He gently pushed me onto the bed, undressed himself. He was very brown but a different brown to Ray, his arms and upper body were well developed, but… there was a slight surprise; his cock; around 5” and small balls. Compare that to Kit and Remi at over 7 and Marcus at 8+, ah well? Ed knelt between my legs and lifted them high by the knee, holding them up and out. I was completely open and exposed, no room for modesty. He lowered his head, did a double take at the sight of my tattoo, both for it’s existence and the subject. Did nice girls have them? This one does matey. I might have a scorpion, but he had a tongue like a snake, oh so good. Nibbling my clit and even biting it too. He explained that pain as well as pleasure can be enjoyable, he would show me. He did. I didn’t tell him my history, that can wait.
Eventually, he slid into me, I hadn’t been allowed to touch his cock. It may not have been the biggest, but Christ he could use it. Slow, steady and strong. He held my hands on the bed above my head and bit my neck, chest, boobs and nipples. I found a love bite on my left boob later, not pleased. He was very much a tit man to my utter delight, then explained the link between my nipples and my ‘cunt’, (I love that word, so expressive and stirring, so does Mark and Ray). He’s explaining to me?? I’m a fucking woman, I know these things you know!!!. He brought me off twice, two very big orgasms and he hadn’t. Incredible control, or maybe I just don’t turn him on.
Then the strange bit; he turned me onto all fours on the bed, climbed under me, clamped his mouth and teeth round my nipple and started to suckle, one hand was on my other boob and nipple pulling and squeezing. His other hand was up between my legs, two fingers inside my cunt and his palm rubbing my clit. That bit was delicious, but I was being milked. He changed nipples, same again. This guy was so different, what else does he know. It was so fucking horny, I was clocking the orgasms up. I fell across him exhausted. He got up got behind me and fucked me again, slow and deliberate, his thumb up my backside, soon to be replaced by his cock. Although unexpected, was actually really pleasant, I came again. I really couldn’t take much more. He pulled out and came on my back. Ed’s size and skills made the act, front and back absolutely comfortable and incredibly pleasurable.
We went to the ensuite, to clean up, and he did something I’d never thought of, he used the shower head from the wall, sprayed up into my cunt (that’s the word now), what a turn on, where had I been all these years? We lay there, talking. I like this guy. I said I owed him a few orgasms and gave him a long slow blowjob; he was going to pull out, but I finished him off. Oh the compliments just flowed. We dressed, went downstairs where he said he had to leave but would ring me, I said he didn’t have my number. He smiled, ‘Oh yes I do. We’re going to see a lot of each other’. He said goodbye to Mike, who joined me, smiled, asked if everything went well. I actually blushed and nodded. He said, ‘good’. Meet me in my bedroom 5 minutes.
I walked into a small snug area and was confronted by my new gay bff, on his knees in front of his new bff who was standing with his trousers round his ankles, blowing him. Intrigued, I watched, maybe I could get some style tips. They knew I was there but carried on.
The party concept was actually a bit more dynamic than Will’s parties, but very similar. Mike and I made out on the bed, a bit of an anticlimax after Ed, but pleasant. He had no problems with Ed and I, he had given Mike 20 questions about me when I arrived, hence him knowing all about me including my number. Mike said I was in safe hands, he was 42 and lifelong single. 8 years younger than me. What was I becoming?
Around 3, the party still going, I made my excuses and, though I shouldn’t have, drove home. This bit is bad, but when I drove up the drive, Mark got out of bed, came into the kitchen where I was making hot chocolate, bent me over the island, pulled up my dress, his hands inside the sides of the top squeezing my tits and I was fucked by man number 3. We went up to bed where Mark insisted I got on top, again, and reveal all that went on. I’m going to be sore in the morning.
A weird night. A strange night. We’ll see. Holiday with Ray and the girls on the 18th, yay!!
Love Dawn xx
Around 9 I parked up, Mark had offered to drive me but I thought if Mike saw him he’d rope Mark in. Not yet! There were already quite a few cars, some quite exotic. Mike welcomed me in and took my cape, made wonderful compliments about my appearance. Got there in the end. Gave me a rather large glass of bubbles and introduced me to quite a few people, ages ranging from 40 - 70ish. I might add, some of the older women were more exposed than me, and some of whom, shouldn’t be. There was quite a lot of pretty people, some I recognised, most I didn’t. Mostly couples, married, and attached. Captains of industry and government offices. I mingled, drank, got topped up, drank some more. One of the girls advised me there was ‘mood enhancing powder’ in the loos. Definitely not for me, anyway Mark would kill me. The party definitely had it’s share of diversity, in that quite a few gay people were openly flirting with each other, one guy was fabulous, flirted with me outrageously, said only I could make him straight, then put his arm through a very good looking guys arm and said, ‘maybe not’. I laughed and kissed his cheek.
My intention was, if it got to public displays of shagging, I’d slip away. Clearly just swapping. Not into orgies.
In terms of presentation, Mike had done a wonderful job, waiting staff were handing out the canapés and kept drinks topped up, one guy, a well known actor, although I suspect not as well known as he thought he was, tried it on. No thanks, I can’t compete with that much self love. He was actually offended. As Mike was mingling with a big fitted brunette, I was approached by a a very attractive Asian guy, who introduce himself as Ed, he told me Edwin, but please don’t call him that. His mother’s choice being an old fashioned girl. His father was a white English guy who worked with Mike in London and his mother was full Indonesian from Kuala Lumpur. I was unsure of the rules where Mike was concerned with other guys, but thought, let’s see how this works out.
How do I describe him; he was beautiful. Dark skin, clean shaven, longish black hair, almond shaped hazel eyes, white teeth, but his mouth was so…perfect, I was completely drawn to his lips… He stood about 5’10’, great build, his clothes looked expensive, wore a dark blue jacket with a couple of subtle slanting silver flashes, (would look great on Mark), white button down shirt, black trousers. He spoke to me, with an Oxford accent, I felt my nipples go rock hard - let my cool image down. He was gorgeous. He made me feel that I was the only person in the room. That is such a powerful aphrodisiac. What style.
I told him I was friend of Mike’s and a solicitor (not hired for the night), his connection was he worked in the finance area of Canary Wharf, but his father was a working colleague of Mike and a close friend. He seemed a bit disdainful of some of the goings on which had just started. So I actually suggested perhaps a tour of the house would be a better option, what a tart, I can’t believe I did that. Long story short, we ended up in one of the softly lit bedrooms, to see the view of course. That lovely mouth was soft, pliant and hid a very strong tongue. Just dreamy. Without ceremony, he went straight to the buttons at the back of my collar, how observant, and the zip at my waist. The front fell down, followed by the dress. Wearing only black hold ups and shoes, I stood before him. Hehe, a little shock at the absence of pants.
He was so gentle, took his time to kiss and caress my lips, my neck, ears, shoulders. I cannot explain it, but I was the most aroused I had been for years. My boobs got special treatment, biting, pinching as well as sucking my nipples surprisingly hard, wow. He gently pushed me onto the bed, undressed himself. He was very brown but a different brown to Ray, his arms and upper body were well developed, but… there was a slight surprise; his cock; around 5” and small balls. Compare that to Kit and Remi at over 7 and Marcus at 8+, ah well? Ed knelt between my legs and lifted them high by the knee, holding them up and out. I was completely open and exposed, no room for modesty. He lowered his head, did a double take at the sight of my tattoo, both for it’s existence and the subject. Did nice girls have them? This one does matey. I might have a scorpion, but he had a tongue like a snake, oh so good. Nibbling my clit and even biting it too. He explained that pain as well as pleasure can be enjoyable, he would show me. He did. I didn’t tell him my history, that can wait.
Eventually, he slid into me, I hadn’t been allowed to touch his cock. It may not have been the biggest, but Christ he could use it. Slow, steady and strong. He held my hands on the bed above my head and bit my neck, chest, boobs and nipples. I found a love bite on my left boob later, not pleased. He was very much a tit man to my utter delight, then explained the link between my nipples and my ‘cunt’, (I love that word, so expressive and stirring, so does Mark and Ray). He’s explaining to me?? I’m a fucking woman, I know these things you know!!!. He brought me off twice, two very big orgasms and he hadn’t. Incredible control, or maybe I just don’t turn him on.
Then the strange bit; he turned me onto all fours on the bed, climbed under me, clamped his mouth and teeth round my nipple and started to suckle, one hand was on my other boob and nipple pulling and squeezing. His other hand was up between my legs, two fingers inside my cunt and his palm rubbing my clit. That bit was delicious, but I was being milked. He changed nipples, same again. This guy was so different, what else does he know. It was so fucking horny, I was clocking the orgasms up. I fell across him exhausted. He got up got behind me and fucked me again, slow and deliberate, his thumb up my backside, soon to be replaced by his cock. Although unexpected, was actually really pleasant, I came again. I really couldn’t take much more. He pulled out and came on my back. Ed’s size and skills made the act, front and back absolutely comfortable and incredibly pleasurable.
We went to the ensuite, to clean up, and he did something I’d never thought of, he used the shower head from the wall, sprayed up into my cunt (that’s the word now), what a turn on, where had I been all these years? We lay there, talking. I like this guy. I said I owed him a few orgasms and gave him a long slow blowjob; he was going to pull out, but I finished him off. Oh the compliments just flowed. We dressed, went downstairs where he said he had to leave but would ring me, I said he didn’t have my number. He smiled, ‘Oh yes I do. We’re going to see a lot of each other’. He said goodbye to Mike, who joined me, smiled, asked if everything went well. I actually blushed and nodded. He said, ‘good’. Meet me in my bedroom 5 minutes.
I walked into a small snug area and was confronted by my new gay bff, on his knees in front of his new bff who was standing with his trousers round his ankles, blowing him. Intrigued, I watched, maybe I could get some style tips. They knew I was there but carried on.
The party concept was actually a bit more dynamic than Will’s parties, but very similar. Mike and I made out on the bed, a bit of an anticlimax after Ed, but pleasant. He had no problems with Ed and I, he had given Mike 20 questions about me when I arrived, hence him knowing all about me including my number. Mike said I was in safe hands, he was 42 and lifelong single. 8 years younger than me. What was I becoming?
Around 3, the party still going, I made my excuses and, though I shouldn’t have, drove home. This bit is bad, but when I drove up the drive, Mark got out of bed, came into the kitchen where I was making hot chocolate, bent me over the island, pulled up my dress, his hands inside the sides of the top squeezing my tits and I was fucked by man number 3. We went up to bed where Mark insisted I got on top, again, and reveal all that went on. I’m going to be sore in the morning.
A weird night. A strange night. We’ll see. Holiday with Ray and the girls on the 18th, yay!!
Love Dawn xx
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Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Thanks for the sensual update Dawn. It’s nice to know that we tit men are appreciated 🥰.
I sense a little bit of disappointment when you first saw Ed, but being smaller does have its benefits as you found out. I doubt if there will be many smaller cocks in the Caribbean- if we are to believe the hype.
Enjoy your well deserved holiday and I hope you take notes so you can update us on your return! Four hot ladies alone and ready for a fun time - wowee!
Is Tony flying you there?
I sense a little bit of disappointment when you first saw Ed, but being smaller does have its benefits as you found out. I doubt if there will be many smaller cocks in the Caribbean- if we are to believe the hype.
Enjoy your well deserved holiday and I hope you take notes so you can update us on your return! Four hot ladies alone and ready for a fun time - wowee!
Is Tony flying you there?
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Thanks for the 3 cock update Dawn. Glad to hear that you have a new man in your stable with a very capable tongue and technique. Any chance of a Remi fix before you jet off on your Holiday with the girls?
Hope you have fun during your vacation and hopefully we will hear all about your fun!
Hope you have fun during your vacation and hopefully we will hear all about your fun!
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Dawn, thanks for the update, is 3 the most your had in one night, the advantage of a smaller man is PIA will fit easier, you should have lots of BBC on holiday to make up, enjoy
Maybe next time arrange a lift or stay over
Maybe next time arrange a lift or stay over
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Dawn, have fun on your girls trip!
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OMG you are adorable. Here you are getting hit on by an incredibly attractive man and you're thinking: "That jacket would really look great on my husband!"ocean wrote: ↑Mon Mar 17, 2025 1:20 am
...He stood about 5’10’, great build, his clothes looked expensive, wore a dark blue jacket with a couple of subtle slanting silver flashes, (would look great on Mark)... He was gorgeous. He made me feel that I was the only person in the room. That is such a powerful aphrodisiac. What style.
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Mark; My turn. My side is rather tame compared with Mata Hari, but it will warm up soon. I hope.
Dropped Dawn off at Gatwick on Tuesday, meeting up with Ray and the other girls before they jetted off to Antigua. They fly back 10pm Sunday and arrive am Monday. Hope her geography is better in the Caribbean than Asia, KL is in Malaysia not Indonesia. New guy would be majorly pissed off. She said oops. Flying quite light, appears to be just bikinis, wraps and a few sundresses.
Had a brief call from Dawn, hotel’s lovely, nice room and she’s sharing with Ray, of course she is, and the other girls are sharing a room also. They’re only 4 hours behind GMT, so breakfast, beach and out tonight. Good luck Antigua.
I’m seeing Lisa on Thursday evening but have to get her back safely by 1 am or the car turns into a pumpkin. She suggested a takeaway and some specials at my house, not sure what she means. Fire up the hottub.
Getting a few more flying hours in and hoping to take my first exam mid April, then Principles of Flight and Operational procedures exams, the hits just keep on coming. Tony’s coming down on Friday till Saturday to give me some help and a curry plus many beers.
I was bit blown away with New Guy's performance and her sudden attachment. Sounds like a controller, that’ll be one to watch. As far as I know I think Dawn’s total is only 2 in a night, she said my intervention and exuberance was spontaneous and unplanned, therefore doesn’t count. Well I enjoyed it. After Ed had left she felt a bit flat then stumbled upon a couple of gays performing, which she found ‘enlightening’, didn’t expand on that. Mike, apparently is not the most stimulating lover. With the exception of Newbie, she said the party was really only a glorified swappie, which didn’t particularly excite her, she’d try one more and then decide. Said she’d visit Remi for some real exhilaration and Kit for some exciting times; am I not without feelings???
Kit is having one of his do's toward the end of the month and it’s end of quarter and year for work for Dawn/Philip, so she’ll have to go to London. So many men and such little time, haha.
Come to think of it it’s my year end, what surprises do I have waiting for me?
Not much more to say at the moment. Good to keep in touch. Mark
Dropped Dawn off at Gatwick on Tuesday, meeting up with Ray and the other girls before they jetted off to Antigua. They fly back 10pm Sunday and arrive am Monday. Hope her geography is better in the Caribbean than Asia, KL is in Malaysia not Indonesia. New guy would be majorly pissed off. She said oops. Flying quite light, appears to be just bikinis, wraps and a few sundresses.
Had a brief call from Dawn, hotel’s lovely, nice room and she’s sharing with Ray, of course she is, and the other girls are sharing a room also. They’re only 4 hours behind GMT, so breakfast, beach and out tonight. Good luck Antigua.
I’m seeing Lisa on Thursday evening but have to get her back safely by 1 am or the car turns into a pumpkin. She suggested a takeaway and some specials at my house, not sure what she means. Fire up the hottub.
Getting a few more flying hours in and hoping to take my first exam mid April, then Principles of Flight and Operational procedures exams, the hits just keep on coming. Tony’s coming down on Friday till Saturday to give me some help and a curry plus many beers.
I was bit blown away with New Guy's performance and her sudden attachment. Sounds like a controller, that’ll be one to watch. As far as I know I think Dawn’s total is only 2 in a night, she said my intervention and exuberance was spontaneous and unplanned, therefore doesn’t count. Well I enjoyed it. After Ed had left she felt a bit flat then stumbled upon a couple of gays performing, which she found ‘enlightening’, didn’t expand on that. Mike, apparently is not the most stimulating lover. With the exception of Newbie, she said the party was really only a glorified swappie, which didn’t particularly excite her, she’d try one more and then decide. Said she’d visit Remi for some real exhilaration and Kit for some exciting times; am I not without feelings???
Kit is having one of his do's toward the end of the month and it’s end of quarter and year for work for Dawn/Philip, so she’ll have to go to London. So many men and such little time, haha.
Come to think of it it’s my year end, what surprises do I have waiting for me?
Not much more to say at the moment. Good to keep in touch. Mark
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So true, so true.So many men and such little time...
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I hope Dawn will send include some photos of her Antigua trip for us when she tells us about her escapades there with Ray and the girls.
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It sounds like that Ed could be a mini-Will. Didn’t Will tried to get as much information on Dawn from the previous Ed before he made his move? It sounds like Mike will only last 2 to 3 months. I do see Kit being a long-term Friends With Benefits relationship for Dawn. I still think that Kit was trying to set his wife up with Mark, but Dawn is probably right, Kit’s wife already had a FWB/FB relationship going on in the background.
It sounds like the girls will have fun in and out of bed on their holiday. Are you and Tony going to hit the town and pubs on Friday and Saturday night?
It sounds like the girls will have fun in and out of bed on their holiday. Are you and Tony going to hit the town and pubs on Friday and Saturday night?
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Dawn; What a lovely break, with Ray and two fabulous girls, all in our 50’s. And it was so nice to wake up with Ray’s arms round me every morning.
We flew out to Antigua (Tony’s pilot perks), such a lovey place. The hotel was very good and the other two girls were huge fun, Daisy, very pretty brunette with big boobs, and Jules, redhead, nice figure and the whitest skin, so kept out of the sun, she still got light tan. Both were married and had been with BA for many years. Ray and Tony had known Daisy and her husband for a long time and yes, Tony had told us we had the same attitudes and would get on great, also they had a relationship similar to Ray and I, 'very 'close. Tony had told Daisy about us, so no secrets. Having flown there many times, knew their way round the island, and had good knowledge of the best beaches, restaurants and places not to go.
First night, dinner at a restaurant at St Catherines Dock, incredible food then afterwards drinks at a local bar. We weren't pestered at all, and the locals were good company. All we wore over the few days were bikini bottoms and short sun dresses, not much left to the imagination. Daisy was the worst, 'look at my big tits everybody'. On the beach just bottoms, although the we did go to a nude beach. Where there were some not such good sights and predatorily locals looking for white milf holidaymakers, mainly American. Quite a few made themselves available.
Wednesday, went to a “yachties’ bar/restaurant. Daisy used to crew on super yachts for around 8 years in the Caribbean before she was married, this is where the crews ate, the food was great and cheap and the beer just flowed. Everyone partying, such a lot of fun. I danced with a couple of guys and good natured flirting, they wanted us to go back to one of the boats; tempted? Hell yeah, but went back with Ray. However Daisy and Julia did go back and had some great stories to tell in the morning.
Thursday. Went to Shirley Heights, the view over English Harbour and out over the Caribbean Sea was breathtaking, especially the sunsets. I am definitely into rum! In the evening we went to a club. I say club - it had walls, a bar but no roof, open to the elements, I think it was called the Abracadabra. I had this really nice, very short yellow and green sundress on and small bikini pants, to keep my secrets. We were dancing in the middle of what I can only describe as a packed throng of people, so crowded.
Everyone enjoying the very warm, balmy evening, the music was bassy and quite hypnotic, the rum flowed and I was just floating. Three good looking black guys around 35ish, separated us out and just started dancing with us. A tactic they’d obviously mastered from watching sheep dogs. I was dancing with a tall, muscly guy wearing a red vest and light grey track suit bottoms, probably designer and lots of bling around his neck. Very confident, he thought he was Mr Cool. I had several dances him. The rum was kicking in and he put my arms around his neck and started kissing me and, as expected, fondled my tits, it was actually very horny and I was rather turned on. I was feeling really good, truthfully, enjoying the attention. Ray was also having a good time with her guy, getting felt up, but couldn’t see the other two. This guy was a good kisser and squeezed my tits just right. I was on a high before I realised, he had managed to get his hand under my hem and inside my bikini bottoms, stroking my cunt, again, very practiced. I was very wet and he had big fingers, so I just kept my arms round his neck, kissing him and getting a real buzz out of being fingered in public. Ah well back to the pleasure of now.
He obviously thought this one sided, pulled my hand from his neck and put it on his cock.
It was massive, I mean way bigger than Marcus and thick. It was fucking huge. This brought me to my senses. My shock brought about a big smile, him telling me ‘that’s all for you’. No fucking way was I going to, nor capable of taking anything like that, he’d rip me apart. He told me to put my hand in the pocket of his trousers. The bastard had no pocket lining, I was holding the head of his bare cock in my hand. I thought, Christ he wants to fuck me, which is not going to happen. I thought if I bring him off by hand and that would cool his ardour and I’ll make my escape. So I massaged the head of this monster, while giving him my best dirty kiss to hasten things along. He carried on fingering me. I must admit I actually did come on the dance floor, but kept the action going. My ministrations were paying off and he said he was very near and asked me to stop. I carried on, to be fair, he didn’t try to stop me and I ended up my hand covered, I do mean covered in gallons of thick come. I discreetly rubbed my hands over his trousers to clean them off.
He erupted, went berserk. So angry, shouting at me, calling me whore. I stepped back to see a massive wet patch all over the front of his light grey bottoms. I was actually quite frightened such was his anger, but a bit amused. As he tried to minimise the mess, I made for the entrance, I saw the other girls, only be followed by this guy and his two friends.
Fortunately for me, two very big blonde Australian ‘yachties’ stepped in and the black guys backed off. Daisy said we ought to leave as they would be back with more ‘friends’, turned out they were well known on the island. So, four girls and two lovely Aussie’s hopped into two taxis and went back to our hotel.
I got the drinks in to say thank you to everyone and the rescue. The girls wanted to know hat had happened. I told them. Everyone was in hysterics. The guys went to get more drinks… Ray said she wanted to fuck, Russ, one of the guys, the girls said they’d take the other one; and that is what happened. I don’t suppose these guys could believe their luck, two MILF’s each. Ray fucked him while I snogged him, I fucked him and Ray did her magic. As he recovered, an almost out of control Ray, very roughly fucked me, that aided Russ’s recovery; then we started again. I’ve had a threesome with Tony and my darling Ray of course, but this was my first Aussie. The guys left early to get back to their boat, I’m sure the war stories when they got back. While Daisy was on top fucking the other guy (can’t remember his name) Julia sat astride his mouth with that lovely ginger cunt and almost suffocated him. Such were the things we discussed over breakfast. I’m sure that wouldn’t surprise you.
We all agreed, definitely going to have a repeat of the girls trip later this year, somewhere different this time. So no, I didn’t fuck any black guys, but we had loads of fun. The last couple of days were dedicated to sight seeing, eating and drinking, with lots of sun bathing. I have a very nice tan, surprisingly, so has Ray and Julia. haha.
So lovely to get back to Mark. I gave him the biggest hugs and kisses at Gatwick when he picked me up. Ray had to wait for Tony but said for us to go.
We waited to exchange notes over dinner; I can’t believe that Mark, the dirty bastard, fucked Lisa on my sofa and in my hot tub. That’s so out of order. So I reclaimed him on the sofa and in the tub in the rain!! Just to show who’s boss.
Now back to life in the UK. I’ll keep you up to speed as things unfold.
Love Dawn xx
We flew out to Antigua (Tony’s pilot perks), such a lovey place. The hotel was very good and the other two girls were huge fun, Daisy, very pretty brunette with big boobs, and Jules, redhead, nice figure and the whitest skin, so kept out of the sun, she still got light tan. Both were married and had been with BA for many years. Ray and Tony had known Daisy and her husband for a long time and yes, Tony had told us we had the same attitudes and would get on great, also they had a relationship similar to Ray and I, 'very 'close. Tony had told Daisy about us, so no secrets. Having flown there many times, knew their way round the island, and had good knowledge of the best beaches, restaurants and places not to go.
First night, dinner at a restaurant at St Catherines Dock, incredible food then afterwards drinks at a local bar. We weren't pestered at all, and the locals were good company. All we wore over the few days were bikini bottoms and short sun dresses, not much left to the imagination. Daisy was the worst, 'look at my big tits everybody'. On the beach just bottoms, although the we did go to a nude beach. Where there were some not such good sights and predatorily locals looking for white milf holidaymakers, mainly American. Quite a few made themselves available.
Wednesday, went to a “yachties’ bar/restaurant. Daisy used to crew on super yachts for around 8 years in the Caribbean before she was married, this is where the crews ate, the food was great and cheap and the beer just flowed. Everyone partying, such a lot of fun. I danced with a couple of guys and good natured flirting, they wanted us to go back to one of the boats; tempted? Hell yeah, but went back with Ray. However Daisy and Julia did go back and had some great stories to tell in the morning.
Thursday. Went to Shirley Heights, the view over English Harbour and out over the Caribbean Sea was breathtaking, especially the sunsets. I am definitely into rum! In the evening we went to a club. I say club - it had walls, a bar but no roof, open to the elements, I think it was called the Abracadabra. I had this really nice, very short yellow and green sundress on and small bikini pants, to keep my secrets. We were dancing in the middle of what I can only describe as a packed throng of people, so crowded.
Everyone enjoying the very warm, balmy evening, the music was bassy and quite hypnotic, the rum flowed and I was just floating. Three good looking black guys around 35ish, separated us out and just started dancing with us. A tactic they’d obviously mastered from watching sheep dogs. I was dancing with a tall, muscly guy wearing a red vest and light grey track suit bottoms, probably designer and lots of bling around his neck. Very confident, he thought he was Mr Cool. I had several dances him. The rum was kicking in and he put my arms around his neck and started kissing me and, as expected, fondled my tits, it was actually very horny and I was rather turned on. I was feeling really good, truthfully, enjoying the attention. Ray was also having a good time with her guy, getting felt up, but couldn’t see the other two. This guy was a good kisser and squeezed my tits just right. I was on a high before I realised, he had managed to get his hand under my hem and inside my bikini bottoms, stroking my cunt, again, very practiced. I was very wet and he had big fingers, so I just kept my arms round his neck, kissing him and getting a real buzz out of being fingered in public. Ah well back to the pleasure of now.
He obviously thought this one sided, pulled my hand from his neck and put it on his cock.
It was massive, I mean way bigger than Marcus and thick. It was fucking huge. This brought me to my senses. My shock brought about a big smile, him telling me ‘that’s all for you’. No fucking way was I going to, nor capable of taking anything like that, he’d rip me apart. He told me to put my hand in the pocket of his trousers. The bastard had no pocket lining, I was holding the head of his bare cock in my hand. I thought, Christ he wants to fuck me, which is not going to happen. I thought if I bring him off by hand and that would cool his ardour and I’ll make my escape. So I massaged the head of this monster, while giving him my best dirty kiss to hasten things along. He carried on fingering me. I must admit I actually did come on the dance floor, but kept the action going. My ministrations were paying off and he said he was very near and asked me to stop. I carried on, to be fair, he didn’t try to stop me and I ended up my hand covered, I do mean covered in gallons of thick come. I discreetly rubbed my hands over his trousers to clean them off.
He erupted, went berserk. So angry, shouting at me, calling me whore. I stepped back to see a massive wet patch all over the front of his light grey bottoms. I was actually quite frightened such was his anger, but a bit amused. As he tried to minimise the mess, I made for the entrance, I saw the other girls, only be followed by this guy and his two friends.
Fortunately for me, two very big blonde Australian ‘yachties’ stepped in and the black guys backed off. Daisy said we ought to leave as they would be back with more ‘friends’, turned out they were well known on the island. So, four girls and two lovely Aussie’s hopped into two taxis and went back to our hotel.
I got the drinks in to say thank you to everyone and the rescue. The girls wanted to know hat had happened. I told them. Everyone was in hysterics. The guys went to get more drinks… Ray said she wanted to fuck, Russ, one of the guys, the girls said they’d take the other one; and that is what happened. I don’t suppose these guys could believe their luck, two MILF’s each. Ray fucked him while I snogged him, I fucked him and Ray did her magic. As he recovered, an almost out of control Ray, very roughly fucked me, that aided Russ’s recovery; then we started again. I’ve had a threesome with Tony and my darling Ray of course, but this was my first Aussie. The guys left early to get back to their boat, I’m sure the war stories when they got back. While Daisy was on top fucking the other guy (can’t remember his name) Julia sat astride his mouth with that lovely ginger cunt and almost suffocated him. Such were the things we discussed over breakfast. I’m sure that wouldn’t surprise you.
We all agreed, definitely going to have a repeat of the girls trip later this year, somewhere different this time. So no, I didn’t fuck any black guys, but we had loads of fun. The last couple of days were dedicated to sight seeing, eating and drinking, with lots of sun bathing. I have a very nice tan, surprisingly, so has Ray and Julia. haha.
So lovely to get back to Mark. I gave him the biggest hugs and kisses at Gatwick when he picked me up. Ray had to wait for Tony but said for us to go.
We waited to exchange notes over dinner; I can’t believe that Mark, the dirty bastard, fucked Lisa on my sofa and in my hot tub. That’s so out of order. So I reclaimed him on the sofa and in the tub in the rain!! Just to show who’s boss.
Now back to life in the UK. I’ll keep you up to speed as things unfold.
Love Dawn xx
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What a scorching update Dawn. I felt your unrequited love for Daisy and Jules, even though you didn’t experiment.
The only downside to the break was that black guy who was expecting you to let him have you. It must have been a worrying incident. Just goes to show that sometimes a BBC is far too big for English ladies!
Thanks for the sneak preview of Mark’s upcoming update, I’m sure he appreciated you “reclaiming” him, a true role reversal!
The only downside to the break was that black guy who was expecting you to let him have you. It must have been a worrying incident. Just goes to show that sometimes a BBC is far too big for English ladies!
Thanks for the sneak preview of Mark’s upcoming update, I’m sure he appreciated you “reclaiming” him, a true role reversal!
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Thanks for the wonderful vacay update Dawn. Glad to hear you had a wonderful time in Antigua and the first Aussie. Funny (and somewhat scare) incident with the BBC.
Looking forward to Mark's updates on his date with Lisa and his exams
Looking forward to Mark's updates on his date with Lisa and his exams
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Dawn, great update, Mark has not told us how his night with Lisa went
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Mmm. A narrow escape. Good to know the rest of the trip was fun and that you are back safe.
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What a hot account! Glad you escaped unscathed. What a hypocrite your dance partner was! Encouraging bad behavior then calling you vile names when things didn't turn out the way he planned! You don't need that kind of behavior. Thank God for your Aussie saviors, that could have turned VERY ugly! Now we need an update from Mark....
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Dawn; An anti climax in many ways after a lovely holiday in the hot tropics. Alas a fond memory now.
I spent loads of time showing Mark how much I actually cared. His every wish…He wanted to know more about what Ray and I did. He’s fascinated by Ray’s boobs, bigger than mine and although I have quite long and thick dark pink nipples, they are eclipsed by Ray’s long very thick black nipples. Such a perv.
On Tuesday I was invited to James house in Petersfield to do some work on his will. I suggested lunch but he was more comfortable at his house. I wore a heavy cotton blouse in cream, knee length dark red A line skirt and leather shortie jacket. Thank God I did.
The door was opened by Vera, his wife of many, many years. She was utterly charming invited me in, I felt so awkward. James was sat at the dining room table with his son, I joined them as Vera, made the tea. James is suffering from advancing Alzheimer’s, some good days, some not so good. It broke my heart. They, as a family, wanted me to update their wills and organise Lasting Power of Attorney to their son, to take control on their behalf. Straight forward stuff, Vera was very much switched on and the son seemed genuinely cut up about his father and genuinely wanted the best for his parents, so I was comfortable that all was well. James was on a good day, so understood everything. Job done, I rose to leave, I kissed James on the cheek and promised to keep in touch. Shook hands with the son and was shown out by Vera. At the door, she gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek. Thanked me for my services, then with a warm smile said ‘James and I have no secrets’, winked and said, ‘You’ve been very good for him, a tonic, thank you. I would love you to come and see us as often as you like, you’ll always be welcome’.
I got in the car, drove 500 yards to the lake car park, stopped and burst into tears. That wasn’t the James I used to lunch and fuck, he was obviously becoming ill when I met him, but too wrapped up to notice. I suppose we met in time. I rang Kit, his oldest friend, James had introduced me to Kit, just sobbed down the phone. He was so lovely, said look you’re at Petersfield it would only take 30 minutes to get to the village east of Winchester where he lived, his wife was out and he’d give me tea and sympathy. More tea!
30 minutes later I arrive at Kit’s house, first time, very nice place, private road, great country views but no gates. I sat on his sofa explaining what had happened and how lovely Vera was, which made me so guilt, all the while being comforted - out of my blouse, then skirt. I do have little willpower sometimes. I even asked ‘how long do we have?’ No shame.
He did a great job pacifying me, head between my legs despite the scorpion, sucking, biting, long long strokes with his tongue. He laughingly told me, James and his wife had had a great track record over many years, both in business and bed, not necessarily their own, she had been as bad (or good) as him. So better we make hay while we can.
Do you know that made me feel so much better, knowing they’d had a wild time too. I climbed on top of Kit on the carpet and rode him into the sunset. Until he mentioned, I hadn’t realised we hadn’t seen each other really since January, my horrible illness and his business trips. He said he’d actually missed me, it made me realise I’d missed him, a lot.
Feeling better, a second bonk, doggy this time and as time was drawing to a close, a loving blowjob, so much nicer than a kiss on the cheek don’t you think?
He’s having another seminar (no pun intended) mid April to which I am invited. looking forward to that. So almost 3 hours after arriving, I was leaving, and not to be crude, well fucked and rather full, so into the glove box and out with the M&S pants to stem the flow onto my seats. I drove home, hoping not to cross paths with Mrs Kit on her way in, after I suspect seeing her ‘new’ fwb. Artful, us females - gullible? you chaps.
Thursday evening; drove to Philips apartment by Wandsworth Bridge. Friday being the end of the quarter and end of the year, so it was all face to face. Philip had ingratiated himself to me, especially in defending me from the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune from that awful man from Brighton. So maybe once in a while/quarter wouldn’t do any harm. Anyway we’re old lovers years ago with a 4 year affair behind us, when I was his junior.
So as not to seem too keen I wore tight jeans as he always comments on my arse, blue and white wide striped shirt, not opaque but they sway which keeps his attention, and white trainers. He was pleased to see me. As the weather was set fair, we walked down to The Ship pub and had supper. The place was fair buzzing, the food was good and we had a bottle of really nice Chardonnay. Don’t let the wally’s who say ABC - ‘Anything But Chardonnay’ put you off, we had a Chablis and we finished the bottle, it was great.
Home to bed. We did discuss his idea of opening a Surrey office, perhaps Guildford? Would I consider? I said I’d give it some thought and maybe we could discuss it.
Philip is a nice guy, a slow and considerate lover, just enough stamina for one and a half bonks, the half being a blow job, which he rates a great treat. Apparently nothing from his wife for years and surprisingly, way better than his much younger secretary.
Wearing my usual black business skirt suit and white blouse, butter melting in my mouth manner, I walked into the office to be greeted by Leslie and the girls, and a hug and kiss from Frank (from now to be known as ‘Frank, the nice guy’), though he did squeeze my arse, he just can’t help himself. The meeting was a great success, the happenings in Brighton discussed and glossed over, and the announcement of a potential Surrey office.
At the break I asked Lesley about the land deal in Buckinghamshire - going really well, so Kit and his friend would be happy. I asked if she was still shagging Richard, her boss, yes she was, ok then there’s going to be another Kit bash in the south, just get one room this time. She grinned from ear to ear. Everyone was heading out to the pubs, I had one drink, made my excuses and left, I just had the urge to be with Mark, I’d been away from him too long, it does make the heart grow much fonder you know. Love that man.
So to come soon; Kit in a couple of weeks at his seminar, I am very aware that I have not had a Remi session, prompted by Ray who had had a Kerry session before the holiday. Mike’s party sometime in April, and the mysterious Ed, who is yet to call after the holiday.
Mark’s ‘friendship’ with Lisa is warming up. He and Tony are inseparable and like 2 kids thanks to this flying thing, his story to tell. We’re seeing the kids for Mothers day on Sunday, what new tales of derring do will I get from the girls? And I want to see Roger to discuss a big hole in the ground into which we could put water, and remind him of the incredible benefits and performance of an older and more experienced woman.
Car change time for Mark. He is going to spend his ill gotten gains - like it or not. Enjoy it NOW.
Speak soon, Love Dawn xx
I spent loads of time showing Mark how much I actually cared. His every wish…He wanted to know more about what Ray and I did. He’s fascinated by Ray’s boobs, bigger than mine and although I have quite long and thick dark pink nipples, they are eclipsed by Ray’s long very thick black nipples. Such a perv.
On Tuesday I was invited to James house in Petersfield to do some work on his will. I suggested lunch but he was more comfortable at his house. I wore a heavy cotton blouse in cream, knee length dark red A line skirt and leather shortie jacket. Thank God I did.
The door was opened by Vera, his wife of many, many years. She was utterly charming invited me in, I felt so awkward. James was sat at the dining room table with his son, I joined them as Vera, made the tea. James is suffering from advancing Alzheimer’s, some good days, some not so good. It broke my heart. They, as a family, wanted me to update their wills and organise Lasting Power of Attorney to their son, to take control on their behalf. Straight forward stuff, Vera was very much switched on and the son seemed genuinely cut up about his father and genuinely wanted the best for his parents, so I was comfortable that all was well. James was on a good day, so understood everything. Job done, I rose to leave, I kissed James on the cheek and promised to keep in touch. Shook hands with the son and was shown out by Vera. At the door, she gave me a big hug and kissed me on the cheek. Thanked me for my services, then with a warm smile said ‘James and I have no secrets’, winked and said, ‘You’ve been very good for him, a tonic, thank you. I would love you to come and see us as often as you like, you’ll always be welcome’.
I got in the car, drove 500 yards to the lake car park, stopped and burst into tears. That wasn’t the James I used to lunch and fuck, he was obviously becoming ill when I met him, but too wrapped up to notice. I suppose we met in time. I rang Kit, his oldest friend, James had introduced me to Kit, just sobbed down the phone. He was so lovely, said look you’re at Petersfield it would only take 30 minutes to get to the village east of Winchester where he lived, his wife was out and he’d give me tea and sympathy. More tea!
30 minutes later I arrive at Kit’s house, first time, very nice place, private road, great country views but no gates. I sat on his sofa explaining what had happened and how lovely Vera was, which made me so guilt, all the while being comforted - out of my blouse, then skirt. I do have little willpower sometimes. I even asked ‘how long do we have?’ No shame.
He did a great job pacifying me, head between my legs despite the scorpion, sucking, biting, long long strokes with his tongue. He laughingly told me, James and his wife had had a great track record over many years, both in business and bed, not necessarily their own, she had been as bad (or good) as him. So better we make hay while we can.
Do you know that made me feel so much better, knowing they’d had a wild time too. I climbed on top of Kit on the carpet and rode him into the sunset. Until he mentioned, I hadn’t realised we hadn’t seen each other really since January, my horrible illness and his business trips. He said he’d actually missed me, it made me realise I’d missed him, a lot.
Feeling better, a second bonk, doggy this time and as time was drawing to a close, a loving blowjob, so much nicer than a kiss on the cheek don’t you think?
He’s having another seminar (no pun intended) mid April to which I am invited. looking forward to that. So almost 3 hours after arriving, I was leaving, and not to be crude, well fucked and rather full, so into the glove box and out with the M&S pants to stem the flow onto my seats. I drove home, hoping not to cross paths with Mrs Kit on her way in, after I suspect seeing her ‘new’ fwb. Artful, us females - gullible? you chaps.
Thursday evening; drove to Philips apartment by Wandsworth Bridge. Friday being the end of the quarter and end of the year, so it was all face to face. Philip had ingratiated himself to me, especially in defending me from the slings and arrows of outrageous fortune from that awful man from Brighton. So maybe once in a while/quarter wouldn’t do any harm. Anyway we’re old lovers years ago with a 4 year affair behind us, when I was his junior.
So as not to seem too keen I wore tight jeans as he always comments on my arse, blue and white wide striped shirt, not opaque but they sway which keeps his attention, and white trainers. He was pleased to see me. As the weather was set fair, we walked down to The Ship pub and had supper. The place was fair buzzing, the food was good and we had a bottle of really nice Chardonnay. Don’t let the wally’s who say ABC - ‘Anything But Chardonnay’ put you off, we had a Chablis and we finished the bottle, it was great.
Home to bed. We did discuss his idea of opening a Surrey office, perhaps Guildford? Would I consider? I said I’d give it some thought and maybe we could discuss it.
Philip is a nice guy, a slow and considerate lover, just enough stamina for one and a half bonks, the half being a blow job, which he rates a great treat. Apparently nothing from his wife for years and surprisingly, way better than his much younger secretary.
Wearing my usual black business skirt suit and white blouse, butter melting in my mouth manner, I walked into the office to be greeted by Leslie and the girls, and a hug and kiss from Frank (from now to be known as ‘Frank, the nice guy’), though he did squeeze my arse, he just can’t help himself. The meeting was a great success, the happenings in Brighton discussed and glossed over, and the announcement of a potential Surrey office.
At the break I asked Lesley about the land deal in Buckinghamshire - going really well, so Kit and his friend would be happy. I asked if she was still shagging Richard, her boss, yes she was, ok then there’s going to be another Kit bash in the south, just get one room this time. She grinned from ear to ear. Everyone was heading out to the pubs, I had one drink, made my excuses and left, I just had the urge to be with Mark, I’d been away from him too long, it does make the heart grow much fonder you know. Love that man.
So to come soon; Kit in a couple of weeks at his seminar, I am very aware that I have not had a Remi session, prompted by Ray who had had a Kerry session before the holiday. Mike’s party sometime in April, and the mysterious Ed, who is yet to call after the holiday.
Mark’s ‘friendship’ with Lisa is warming up. He and Tony are inseparable and like 2 kids thanks to this flying thing, his story to tell. We’re seeing the kids for Mothers day on Sunday, what new tales of derring do will I get from the girls? And I want to see Roger to discuss a big hole in the ground into which we could put water, and remind him of the incredible benefits and performance of an older and more experienced woman.
Car change time for Mark. He is going to spend his ill gotten gains - like it or not. Enjoy it NOW.
Speak soon, Love Dawn xx
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Dawn what a wounded update, it is so sad when anyone develops Alzheimer’s, you did a good thing for James and Vera in many ways, since you have neglected Remi you may be in for a interesting catchup
Mark is not the only one that would be interested in You and Ray, I would love to know what a rough Ray fuck is like (as you described)
Live life for today, there may not be a tomorrow for any of us
Looking forward to Marks update
Mark is not the only one that would be interested in You and Ray, I would love to know what a rough Ray fuck is like (as you described)
Live life for today, there may not be a tomorrow for any of us
Looking forward to Marks update
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Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Thanks for the update Dawn, it’s strange how quickly holidays fade when we get back to work.
Perhaps you could pop in and see James and Vera for a cuppa and catch up with James (if he is having a good day). From the above update if Kit is right and Vera knows, she might want to be comforted too.
You mentioned that “ Ray’s boobs, bigger than mine …” what size are Ray’s boobs?
I do fear for your bum, when you do finally meet up with Remi.
I’m looking forward to the next updates after Mother’s Day and hearing what your DIL’s have been up to. Also awaiting the much anticipated update from Mark.
Perhaps you could pop in and see James and Vera for a cuppa and catch up with James (if he is having a good day). From the above update if Kit is right and Vera knows, she might want to be comforted too.
You mentioned that “ Ray’s boobs, bigger than mine …” what size are Ray’s boobs?
I do fear for your bum, when you do finally meet up with Remi.
I’m looking forward to the next updates after Mother’s Day and hearing what your DIL’s have been up to. Also awaiting the much anticipated update from Mark.
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Thanks for the update Dawn. Really touched by the James' story and his declining health. You have been good to/for him and wonderful to hear that you received well deserved comfort from Kit.
Hope a Remi session is happening soon?
Hope a Remi session is happening soon?
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Mark; It’s been almost 3 months since I developed this awful ‘cold’ which was diagnosed as pneumonia. I’m hopefully coming to the end of the coughing and spluttering, the short breath, no sleep. After 2 sets of anti biotic and now the final batch of steroids. I am so pissed off, I don’t get ill, I just get on with it.
Dawn’s down about James’ illness but there’s nothing to be done bar support.
In my younger days I used to do quite a bit of sailing and it was only when it was drawn to my attention that air law is derived from marine law that the penny dropped. How thick am I? Still boring. Now got 10 hours under my belt and been looking, actually more being dragged round by Tony, at light aircraft or GA ‘general aviation’ planes, as us aviators call them. He’s absolutely in his element. Thanks for the good advice Leggysman. Looking at a Lombs 85 about 1947/8 to play and a Tobago to go somewhere. I’m actually getting excited about this, Tony reckons we can hire or buy and I can go up and practice, although hours with him won’t count, they will get me to solo earlier than just instructor time. I should have done this years ago.
As for Dawn and the girls escapades in Antigua, I just despair, at least she didn’t get locked up or beaten up, although I’d put money on her in a scrap, but so unladylike. My few events with Lisa have been great. While Dawn was away, she came over to the house and we went out for something to eat and back to the house for an hour of lovely, easy bonking. She looked great and I had to remember that although I’m nearly 60, she’s in her early 40’s, she dressed revealingly and had a lot of stamina. Unlike Dawn she isn’t raiding the cradles with Aussies in their 20’s. What must their mum’s think.
Lisa hasn’t broached the subject with her husband, he’s a very dominant character by the sounds of things. Anyway she’s very enthusiastic, adventurous, when she cums she’s noisy and didn’t mind the cold getting in and out of the hot tub, great company. She left to get home from her ’girls night’ and hopefully not get the 3rd degree from her husband.
Nuala and Liz have decided to join the company, suitable posts are being arranged and my boys are quite happy about it. However I am going to have to have some grown up conversations, especially with Nuala about protocols and general behaviour. Not really much to add from my side, other than year end meetings and going over figures, my life is given over entirely to adventure.
Dawn is the one one rushing headlong into the next calamity. She’s seeing matey from Winchester for a ‘session’ on Saturday, and our French friend last night. As for this new guy “Mike’, who wants to include me in his party games, why? Isn’t Dawn enough? He's 'partying' in Newbury in a weeks time.
Speaking of our Frenchman, strange, she went to Remi’s last night, out cold asleep upstairs. As she sleeps naked, as I pulled back the duvet I couldn't help but notice she had more stripes than my Troop Sergeant on her arse, what’s that all about? Going to be a discussion and a half.
Dawn’s down about James’ illness but there’s nothing to be done bar support.
In my younger days I used to do quite a bit of sailing and it was only when it was drawn to my attention that air law is derived from marine law that the penny dropped. How thick am I? Still boring. Now got 10 hours under my belt and been looking, actually more being dragged round by Tony, at light aircraft or GA ‘general aviation’ planes, as us aviators call them. He’s absolutely in his element. Thanks for the good advice Leggysman. Looking at a Lombs 85 about 1947/8 to play and a Tobago to go somewhere. I’m actually getting excited about this, Tony reckons we can hire or buy and I can go up and practice, although hours with him won’t count, they will get me to solo earlier than just instructor time. I should have done this years ago.
As for Dawn and the girls escapades in Antigua, I just despair, at least she didn’t get locked up or beaten up, although I’d put money on her in a scrap, but so unladylike. My few events with Lisa have been great. While Dawn was away, she came over to the house and we went out for something to eat and back to the house for an hour of lovely, easy bonking. She looked great and I had to remember that although I’m nearly 60, she’s in her early 40’s, she dressed revealingly and had a lot of stamina. Unlike Dawn she isn’t raiding the cradles with Aussies in their 20’s. What must their mum’s think.
Lisa hasn’t broached the subject with her husband, he’s a very dominant character by the sounds of things. Anyway she’s very enthusiastic, adventurous, when she cums she’s noisy and didn’t mind the cold getting in and out of the hot tub, great company. She left to get home from her ’girls night’ and hopefully not get the 3rd degree from her husband.
Nuala and Liz have decided to join the company, suitable posts are being arranged and my boys are quite happy about it. However I am going to have to have some grown up conversations, especially with Nuala about protocols and general behaviour. Not really much to add from my side, other than year end meetings and going over figures, my life is given over entirely to adventure.
Dawn is the one one rushing headlong into the next calamity. She’s seeing matey from Winchester for a ‘session’ on Saturday, and our French friend last night. As for this new guy “Mike’, who wants to include me in his party games, why? Isn’t Dawn enough? He's 'partying' in Newbury in a weeks time.
Speaking of our Frenchman, strange, she went to Remi’s last night, out cold asleep upstairs. As she sleeps naked, as I pulled back the duvet I couldn't help but notice she had more stripes than my Troop Sergeant on her arse, what’s that all about? Going to be a discussion and a half.