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

[Long Lurker 34]

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.

O
- Did the your flying affect the pneumonia at all? In either direction. Hope you recover speedily.
- Looking forward to learning more about that tale? Tail?

[ocean]

Dawn; Disappointed, despondent, embarrassed. feeling sorry for myself, a little. I've stayed upstairs and put this into writing, then I suppose I’d better make us a very late lunch and face the questions, wish me luck.

I went to see Remi at his bar. My favourite zip up or down denim dress, plenty of bosom on display, just as he likes it, black heels, a dab of perfume. I know I looked rather horny. I walked into the bar, very busy, there was the tattooed cow from the not so pleasant session when she felt she had to get involved with my tie-up time with Remi. She really enjoyed inflicting pain on me, bitch. My nipples, my body in general, were painful and sore for days. Anyway, there she is draped all over Remi at OUR table, along with Marcus. Short bottle blonde straggly hair, absolutely covered in tattoos, she was wearing a loose olive vest, tits falling out of the side as well as the front, skin tight jeans, no class. Strangely pretty though, and nice tits and bum, yes, I can see the attraction. Very hard woman, very much into the severe side of Remi’s world, so yes he would be keen. She’s also 15 years younger than me, that hurt, but she doesn’t look it. catty.

No-one had seen me so I diverted to the bar, where lovely Des the barman had a drink waiting for me. He noticed I was upset, just said, ‘She’s a bimbo, Dawn. But a nasty one, be careful. He won’t have her round long’. I thought how kind of him to bother to comfort me, hoped he’d read the situation right. I stayed at the bar and just watched her simper over him. I’m entitled to a little jealousy, aren’t I? Geoff poured me another rum and coke, really into that since the trip, we chatted and as I had decided to finish and go, arms closed around me from behind, kneading my tits. Geoff thought it hugely amusing. I genuinely can’t remember bimbo’s name, anyway she’d left and Remi had spotted me when I came in, squeezing me and nuzzling my neck. Asked why I didn’t join them, I said I didn’t want to intrude. Wrong answer, apparently.

Remi did seem a bit distant. He said he was pissed off that I hadn’t been to see him for weeks/months, nor phoned, and thought I’d moved on. I explained about work and health issues, he said he understood his mood started to improve. I’d obviously created a vacuum for Bimbo to step into, which was her intention all along. He did admire and comment on my tits, suggested we go to the room. I was still unsure of where I stood and was actually a bit nervous, I did go with him.

Remi had some new stuff in place, especially a chunky piece of apparatus, it had a black leather cushioned centre platform about a foot by 18” across and pussy height. He unzipped my dress, I thought maybe he and I were OK after all, so I shucked it off, standing naked he got me to lie face down on the pad. The cushion reached from just below my boobs to just below my stomach, my boobs hanging in fresh air. There were 2 other moveable lower arms either side of the centre pad with cushioned platforms. I hope I’m explaining this right. I was shown to rest my forearms and shins on these, he secured my wrists and arms near the elbow, same at the ankle and below the knee. I wasn’t going anywhere. The whole thing was completely adjustable. The knee pads, could be raised up or down and spread wider, then locked into place. Another pad at the front was available to presumably support your head, but was pushed away.

I realised I could not move my arms or legs at all, completely immobilised, and completely exposed as the leg pads had been pushed quite bit apart, bearing all, so I had no secrets. The fact I couldn’t move initially caused alarm. He stroked my back, kissed my neck, it felt good. I settled and was getting wetter by the minute as the possibilities piled up in my mind, and, as he rubbed warm oil onto my body, my boobs then massaged it all over my cunt and backside. He slipped two fingers into my arse then focused on my cunt. God, the helplessness just added to the tension, it was mind blowing. I could feel and hear my heart hammering at the drama and anticipation.

Whack, the pain and the heat raced across my arse. He was hitting me with a two inch wide leather strap. Again and again, much harder than he’d ever done before. Then he slapped my boobs, hard. He had never done that, ever. He’d squeezed my boobs and my nipples really hard which I loved, but never slapped them. All of this extreme aggression was clearly Bimbo’s influence. I screamed our safe word, which I’d never used before as I liked pushing further and I thought I was getting into the hard stuff, obviously not, I was an amateur, I told him that he was crossing a line. Thankfully this brought him up short. Not before my arse looked like a noughts and crosses board. He apologised, and reverted to the Dawn scenario. Lots of kisses and nipple biting then the offering up of his cock, with which he fucked my mouth. This I was happy with, and eagerly did my bit. He was stroking my face, neck and throat as he came in about 5 big pulses straight down my throat. He knelt, kissed me and said a friend was keen to see me, before I could react he'd picked up his phone and just said, Dawn’s here.

This made me realise how helpless my position was. I struggled against my bonds, waste of time. I was now very upset and frightened, I yelled at him not to let that bitch anywhere near me. He laughed and leaned against a table for several long minutes till Marcus appeared round the door. The relief, and I must admit pleasure at seeing his beautiful black face as he knelt down and kissed me with tongues. Neither Remi or I had the heart to tell him I’d just had half a pint of come pumped in there only minutes ago. Then he put his lovely big thick cock in my mouth even before his clothes had fallen to the ground. Round 2.

His cock is much thicker than any of my ‘friends’, including Mark, so was a bit of a pleasurable challenge. Remi had gone round behind me and was teasing with his inch at a time game. Two of my favourite men looking after my needs, and theirs. Marcus and his wife like porn and he does like to go for the deep throat, I just can’t do it. So a bit of complaining when I could breathe, he stopped and just enjoyed a bj. Then they changed round and I had ‘big’ Marcus doing what he does best, hard, fast fucking. I had several orgasms courtesy of Marcus, Remi came in my mouth, again. Then with a thrust and a grunt I felt Marcus coming and throbbing inside me. As usual there were gallons of come, which as he pulled out went all over the mats. Marcus has always harboured a want to fuck my arse, but at about 8” and seriously thick, I’ve always said no, and he’s not to try as we would seriously fall out.His cock is on the limits for me. Although I was very aware that I was not in a position to stop him. It didn’t stop him pushing 2 well oiled fingers up there, I suppose just to show who’s boss. Remi was now pinching and biting my nipples. It was a risky episode, but so good.

The guys suggested shower-time when I knew it would start all over again with the guys under the stream of water. Remi’s phone pinged. Des messaged him, Bimbo was back. Remi suggested we all went in the shower, Bimbo too. Not fucking likely. Remi used the downstairs shower and went to greet the lovely Bimbo in the bar. Bimbo, that’s going to stick, thanks Des.

I went upstairs, showered all the oil off, Marcus joined me and I had a really dirty fuck on Remi’s bed, missionary then his favourite, doggy. He did comment on the wheals on the cheeks of my backside, they looked sore, I told him they hurt like hell. I cleaned up, dressed and decided to head for home. Marcus said that Bimbo was trying to take Remi over, he had also noticed a change, she was aggressive and had a very mean streak. He’d seen Remi like this before and like Des had said it would be short lived.

Nevertheless, the truth is; I had been usurped by a pretty young thing and it didn’t feel nice.
I got home around 3, crept into bed beside Mark, who couldn’t have heard me as he was snoring so loudly, almost got rid of this cough, but still wheezed like an old accordion, as he put it. Poor darling, he’s had a whole week of 12/13 hour days pouring over accounts, paperwork, spreadsheets, but the results even surprised him.
As long as he remembers I hitched my wagon and married him when we had nothing. He needs a new car.

Kit Saturday, looking forward to that. We’re keeping Good Friday and Easter Sunday for family, the vicar will be impressed by us, haha. speak soon, love Dawn xx

[boobman987]

Thanks for the updates Dawn and Mark. I was getting a little concerned that there hadn’t been any updates for a while, but the illness and poor Dawn’s sore arse explains everything.

Glad to hear things are gradually returning to normal and you are again enjoying your lives. I do have one question, how did the girls chat go between Dawn and the DIL’s?

Wishing you both a Happy Easter.

[skoot1958]

Mark, good your getting over pneumonia, at our age it can be a killer, Liza seems like lot of fun, 20 years younger sounds a like a lot of fun, I hope Liza can keep her hubby under control

If Tony can help you get hours under your belt, all the better, as for James, maybe he get off see you and him being with Dawn, some men are like that, of course they would be other woman they, so you could have a good time

Stripes on Dawn, maybe that’s Remi’s way of saying you have been ignoring me, or Dawn just needed the Adrenalin hit that comes for a good session

[Freemans892]

It sounds like Lisa husband, being the dominant person, has a been focused on his career and family that his and Lisa sex life has gone a bit stale or non-existent. Some dominant guys can live with the fact that their wife is having a secret affair but just don’t ask for permission. Some dominant guys can live with the fact that their wife is having an affair with an older successful guy. My guess is that Lisa husband is currently so focused on his career that he hasn’t noticed his wife is having an affair. As for Lisa, she enjoys her time with an older successful businessman who is happily married thus is safe in the knowledge that he won’t try to destroy her marriage. Clearly, Lisa will be visiting you home more often as her house is out of bounds and you can use the times when Dawn is away for the night.

As for Mike’s party, why not attend and find out what they like.

[ocean]

Dawn; Hi everyone. Sorry for being so tardy. Sorry it's brief but there is more to follow.

But first, I must answer a question raised by Boobman. Mark was told to let the boys take him down to the village pub and give the dil’s and me a couple of hours at home, a couple of bottles of wine, the grandkids upstairs in their own room, hopefully going to sleep for the night, allowing our kids a night to themselves and collect theirs after breakfast. Mark was onto it like a shot as he is the one with the concerns about the dil’s behaviour and the risks to their individual families. Well, the wine flowed, the tongues got loosened and if you thought Nuala was the naughty one, you, like me, got that wrong.

I’m still pissed off about Remi, and he hasn’t been in touch. So I guess I have been dumped for a younger model. Bastard.
During the week Mark went to a licensed airfield, he met our friend Tony, to discuss with his friend Tony the farmer about hangarage on the farm and use of the strip. They’re so happy, like a couple of teenagers with their first car. Although the doctor said he’d had pneumonia since first week in January, it's pretty much cleared up, he’s still left with an awful hacking, phlegmy cough which won’t shift. Hasn’t stopped him though.

Last weekend; On the bright side I saw Kit for lunch Saturday. Really excited. I wore a tight black and white large check cotton shirt, unbuttoned and black heavy cotton leggings, which showed my religion. He loved it, kept rubbing my pussy and thigh at the table. At least I feel wanted.

His wife and her ‘recently’ acquired fwb are going well, which means she fucks him more often and life is happy at home. It’s all therapeutic. We talked about his group meeting next Thursday, in Bournemouth this time. He’s sent me the details and it will mean an overnighter because of the distance, won’t it? I won’t need to present, just mingle but I’ll get Leslie down from London office, Richard too, haha.

After lunch we adjourned to his Range Rover in the rain and found a deserted leafy country car park. One thing about gym leggings, apart from being over exposed and sexy, they come off easier than jeans, which they did. We kissed as I straddled him and rode him very forcefully, gripping him hard. All the while he’s doing to my tits what he promised he would do all through lunch, my nipples are now sucked to twice their size, thank you Kit. He came gallons, I smiled as i dismounted, it’s his belly and his leather back seat to clean up. However, he had the last laugh as I had to scamper back to my car in just a shirt, tiny black thong and heels carrying my leggings so they don’t get messed up, all without getting caught by the late afternoon lunchers and early drinkers.

My next meet with Kit will be the C meeting on Thursday, then Mike for a party somewhere near Newbury on Saturday. Posh frocks, no knickers. That can be arranged.

I'll update Sundayish, love Dawn xx

[Long Lurker 34]

Dawn; Hi everyone. Sorry for being so tardy. Sorry it's brief but there is more to follow.

But first, I must answer a question raised by Boobman. Mark was told to let the boys take him down to the village pub and give the dil’s and me a couple of hours at home, a couple of bottles of wine, the grandkids upstairs in their own room, hopefully going to sleep for the night, allowing our kids a night to themselves and collect theirs after breakfast. Mark was onto it like a shot as he is the one with the concerns about the dil’s behaviour and the risks to their individual families. Well, the wine flowed, the tongues got loosened and if you thought Nuala was the naughty one, you, like me, got that wrong.

I’m still pissed off about Remi, and he hasn’t been in touch. So I guess I have been dumped for a younger model. Bastard.
During the week Mark went to a licensed airfield, he met our friend Tony, to discuss with his friend Tony the farmer about hangarage on the farm and use of the strip. They’re so happy, like a couple of teenagers with their first car. Although the doctor said he’d had pneumonia since first week in January, it's pretty much cleared up, he’s still left with an awful hacking, phlegmy cough which won’t shift. Hasn’t stopped him though.

Last weekend; On the bright side I saw Kit for lunch Saturday. Really excited. I wore a tight black and white large check cotton shirt, unbuttoned and black heavy cotton leggings, which showed my religion. He loved it, kept rubbing my pussy and thigh at the table. At least I feel wanted.

His wife and her ‘recently’ acquired fwb are going well, which means she fucks him more often and life is happy at home. It’s all therapeutic. We talked about his group meeting next Thursday, in Bournemouth this time. He’s sent me the details and it will mean an overnighter because of the distance, won’t it? I won’t need to present, just mingle but I’ll get Leslie down from London office, Richard too, haha.

After lunch we adjourned to his Range Rover in the rain and found a deserted leafy country car park. One thing about gym leggings, apart from being over exposed and sexy, they come off easier than jeans, which they did. We kissed as I straddled him and rode him very forcefully, gripping him hard. All the while he’s doing to my tits what he promised he would do all through lunch, my nipples are now sucked to twice their size, thank you Kit. He came gallons, I smiled as i dismounted, it’s his belly and his leather back seat to clean up. However, he had the last laugh as I had to scamper back to my car in just a shirt, tiny black thong and heels carrying my leggings so they don’t get messed up, all without getting caught by the late afternoon lunchers and early drinkers.

My next meet with Kit will be the C meeting on Thursday, then Mike for a party somewhere near Newbury on Saturday. Posh frocks, no knickers. That can be arranged.

I'll update Sundayish, love Dawn xx

D
- Perhaps a vaca for the two of you to a hot dry climate for a couple of weeks might be in order?

[ocean]

Dawn; Mark says I’m hogging the journal. Well apart from his new hobby and a couple of quickies with the lovely Lisa, he’s having a quiet time. Now is catch up time for me.

Thursday, went to the hotel where the Kit meeting was being held, we were staying in a different hotel in Lymington. special occasion so I wore a really lovely new short blue pinstripe crossover blazer dress with one button, if that goes that's it I’m undone, tanned cleavage and legs in evidence, black heels and perfume and joined the group for pre lunch drinks in the bar.

It was a pleasant feeling being greeted by Kit and his friends and made a fuss of. I’m still licking my wounds and perhaps feeling a little sorry for myself, almost literally, from being offloaded by Remi. Still no contact so I guess that ship has sailed. Mark thinks it amusing. He doesn't understand the finer things in life.
So the entourage today consisted of about 25 senior decision makers, and influencers as Kit calls them. I must admit lunch was great and the attention and flirting all round was pleasantly received. I hadn’t realised just how much thigh my parted dress showed when sat down, no one complained and the two guys I was sitting between couldn’t decide where to look, breast or thigh. Some chicken. Actually they inspected both.

The meeting started, I saw Leslie and Richard all loved up. Kit's business partner sat beside Leslie and was chatting her up like crazy, obviously hadn’t picked up on the 'her and Richard'. I exchanged nods with Freya the Viking Ice Queen, who, I have to say, looked absolutely beautiful. To describe; late 40's, white hair in a bob, palest of flawless skin, speaking of pale, those eyes were the lightest of blues I’d ever seen and her stare could cut ice, I never saw her blink once. As a contrast, she wore a black or very dark lipstick, very Goth but it looked so sexy. An obviously very expensive dark blue trouser suit with a black collared blouse, top button undone. She’s tall, slim and small busted. Her social skills are stilted and awkward, as Kit says she’s ‘on the spectrum’ whatever that means, but has a mind like a computer. She frightens the life out of me, so I keep my distance. The meeting was dry and very business like, which was what it was all about I suppose.

Afterwards everyone headed to the bar and mingled. There were only 4 women in attendance, so the evening and drinks went on and we all received a lot of attention, obviously the guys were hoping for a little action. Kit was talking to Freya and a couple of guys. On the occasions I had met Freya I had noticed she always drank soda water with ice and lime, tonight she was drinking cocktails, and this wasn’t her first.

Kit eventually joined me, up till now we’ve ket ourselves a secret, so under the cover of everyone else’s behaviour any flirting was viewed as run of the mill. Leslie was trying to shake off Kit’s friend, so she and Richard were talking with me, they said good byes as they were heading back to London, actually a hotel outside of Bournemouth, so we wished them a safe journey and I’d see them next week at the monthly meeting.

Kit suggested we independently slip away to drive to out hotel. He went first and I popped to the loo, had a much needed wee, checked my make up. The door opened and in walked Freya, who all of a sudden decided to engage with me in conversation about the meeting, Kit and life. I appreciated small talk was not her forte and helped by chatting with her t keep the flow, though her mention of Kit made me a little suspicious, was he..? I carefully enquired about her background. in fairnessI couldn’t blame him if he was shagging her, she was bloody gorgeous close up, but still scared me. Then she seemed to run out of words, lunged forward and kissed me on the mouth. Kit told me she had a boyfriend (and an ex-husband). So I was more than a little shocked, but kissed her back. This was nice. I embraced her and the kiss became a tongue twister. Her hand went inside the flap of my dress, made me smile, even women are a bit shocked to find, or rather not to find pants. Gentle caresses, I was wet from excitement and nerves at having a 1-1 meeting with the Ice Queen, which she wasn’t. I stroked her small breasts through her blouse and an awful bra. This was seriously good.
We both heard the door and broke apart, she was very flustered and kept apologising, she was about to run out. I caught her hand and said, ‘I have to leave for home now, but thank you. We will do this again I promise’. The new arrival had gone into a stall, so I kissed her again, she kissed back, turned and left. I just stood there wondering, where the fuck did that come from. I came out of my stupor, actually said to myself, ‘I need a drink and a fuck!’ Looked at the stall in shock, had the newbie heard me, left for the car very quickly.

The hotel was near the Marina/sea front n Lymington, really pretty place, I hadn’t realised but we hadn’t eaten so popped out for a lovely curry. I felt good, confused, horny. I was drawing attention from a group of lads in the restaurant, maybe they’d seen up my dress, to the fork in the road, I just smiled and returned their banter, all to Kit’s amusement. I like this dress, good choice all round, seems to be a lucky dress.
Wasn’t sure whether to tell Kit about Freya, still not convinced he’s not seeing her.
We went back to our hotel, one button undone and into bed, we were both really hyped up and had a fast and furious first fuck. I actually sweated. Then I told Kit. He was not surprised as she had asked all about me, she’s in a serious relationship with a guy, she’s great but difficult. He pulled me on top and, just like Mark, demanded all of the dirty details (such as they were) but mainly my thoughts and feelings. I admit not much sleep was had, God can that man kiss.

I had to look good for Mike’s party on Saturday, which I didn’t mention to Kit, so we had a lie in and a morning bj, he comes loads every time. At breakfast, a promise not to tell about Freya from him, and a journey home through the New Forest, M27/A27 etc in shit traffic. Phoned the office en route, all good. So homeward bound. Have I got things to tell you, Mark.

Early night tonight with Mark, catch up on some shut eye. I’ll update you re this party, not sure it’s going to be particularly exciting, we’ll see, as Mark says.
Speak soon, Love Dawn xx

[Soareagle]

How Dawn,

Would you please elaborate on DiL time , and the steamy, wet details?
They are intriguing…
Ty

[armyguyot1]

Welcome to the forum Soareagle. This is a pretty hot thread.

[ResponsibullCummings]

Thanks for the updates Dawn. I am not surprised at all about Freya, from the very first time you posted about her I had the feeling she was attracted to you. Hopefully you will get the opportunity to finish what you started. Don't take it too hard about Remy. I think he's just playing hard to get because you have been so busy with other guys that you haven't seen him as often as he had hoped so he is just acting distant hoping to make you jealous in hopes to make you want him more. You have enough on your plate to be wasting time with his games. I guess Mark isn't able to watch you as often as he was in the earlier days so he doesn't have his first person experience to share. It was nice to be able to hear both sides while it was possible. Please keep us updated on how things are progressing as well as what you learned from the night with the DILs

[Freemans892]

Thanks for the updates Dawn. I am not surprised at all about Freya, from the very first time you posted about her I had the feeling she was attracted to you. Hopefully you will get the opportunity to finish what you started. Don't take it too hard about Remy. I think he's just playing hard to get because you have been so busy with other guys that you haven't seen him as often as he had hoped so he is just acting distant hoping to make you jealous in hopes to make you want him more. You have enough on your plate to be wasting time with his games. I guess Mark isn't able to watch you as often as he was in the earlier days so he doesn't have his first person experience to share. It was nice to be able to hear both sides while it was possible. Please keep us updated on how things are progressing as well as what you learned from the night with the DILs

I’m sure that Mark would be more than to watch Dawn and Freya in action at their house. Dawn can bring Freya home for a play date.

[boobman987]

What a couple of hot updates dear Dawn. I hope that you and Mark enjoyed Easter. It was lovely to hear how spontaneously(?) the “Ice Queen” made her feelings for you in the ladies as she melted. All nice and private with a touch of excitement that another lady might walk in. I wonder whether Freya was as wet as you? Perhaps you might be able to persuade Freya to eventually go braless and pantyless?

[skoot1958]

Dawn, nice to catch up, I am sure all would like to know what the DIL have been up to, have you seen Roger the builder at all, you had plans for a pool, or is he focused on Nuala only ?

Remi will come back, maybe you need to make the effort and see him a few more times, just so he know you there waiting in the wings, you would not want to give up a good dirty fuck, even if your second in line, as for Remi being to extream, well that what the safe word is for, how would he know what you can take

Ice Queen, that is going to be an interesting date, do you have anything planned

[ocean]

Dawn; boring party, Interesting evening, expensive week.
Saturday before last, I do hope Mike doesn’t read this, but… We went to the ‘networking’ party at a large country house near Newbury. A very big player in communications was hosting. It was a beautiful lavish home in the right place and laid in grounds to die for. To bring out the tan I wore a mustard coloured, button front, below the knee jersey dress, long sleeves and very figure hugging and pokie, Mike wore a suit. The party was slow and I made friends with the hostess, who was lovely, I spent a while drinking tea with her in her fabulous kitchen. I won’t mention names as they are high profile and identifiable. Anyway the party warmed a little but was hijacked by some very drunken raucous guys in a 'gay clique' who monopolised 2 of the party rooms and made complete arses of themselves. I recognised a couple from Mike’s party. The hostess was livid and I suggested we leave, but to assure them all was OK with us. A difficult political situation, don’t want to upset the trouble makers because of who they were, but so disrespectful. They’ve now been disinvited from Mike’s list and I suspect a few others.

We left and I drove Mike’s Range Rover Vogue home, same as Kit's, as he’d had a bit to drink. Wow, what a car. You’ll never guess what Mark’s getting next? No? Neither does he, but he will.
Mike was quietly fuming over the evening , the host and he had been friends for over 30 years. We arrived at “Dingly Dell’ as I call it and went in. Poured a whisky each and retired to the terrace, how British and civilised. He gave me a robe and suggested a swim, at 2am? OK. I slipped off my dress and put on the robe but just continued sipping my whisky. He suggested, would I like to see his cars, different from etchings I suppose, so we went into what looked like a long old low barn, one of two. On went the lights and wow! There were eight cars in a line in each. Two in ‘oxygen tents’. Don’t ask me, I don’t know. What a mix, Ferraris, a Lamborghini, an original old Range Rover, a couple of Mercedes. We went into the next barn. I might add, old barns from the outside, but the doors were metal lined and the security was like Fort Knox. There were various old and super cars including a convertible Maserati, which piqued my interest, but by and large they left me a bit cold to be truthful. I asked Mike if he traded them, he said for the right person!! Was I interested? Yes. He asked which was my favourite. Then said let me guess, if I’m right I get to fuck you over the bonnet. I said ‘If you’re wrong?’ He said, I’ll give you a big discount, and you can fuck me over the bonnet. Seems fair.

He held my hand and walked me into the other barn, and damn me, straight to the right car. I was only young at the time but in the 80's everyone had ‘Dallas’ fever, there it was, a white Mercedes 300SL Bobby Ewing car, blue leather interior and blue roof, it had 38,000 miles on the speedometer, I did look. I didn’t know how much, but I was going to buy that for Mark and told Mike. He just, lucky bastard, you and the car.
I admitted he was right about the car (and Mark), put my arms round his neck and kissed him. How much do you want for it? He told me, I agreed, I don’t know what the right price should be, but I knew it would be high and he would be fair. But you can’t take it with you and Mark would love it, actually, so would I, perhaps it could be our car!!! But he’s definitely changing his 7 year old Merc saloon for a Range Rover. I’ve seen his accounts remember, and his firm can easily afford it.

My robe ended up on the boot lid and I ended up with 300 SL branded on my backside, but it was really slow and good, he brought me off then himself, very good. I’m getting into Mike. We went back to the terrace in our robes and whisky, with a dark sky we watched the stars and planets and I felt good, if a bit squishy around the thighs. I said I ought to go, he smiled and asked when should he deliver the car to which I said, I’d bring a friend on Saturday to pick it up. I knew just the friend. Shall I pay for it now, no we’ll do all of that on Saturday. I stood up, kissed him and thanks to big pharma, he sported a semi hard cock which I brought to full hard and gave him a blow job. I drove home in my robe with my dress on the seat, feeling so good.

I’m catching up, please be patient. More to follow - promise. Love, Dawn xx

[skoot1958]

Dawn you are really living this new life more power to you both

Love the updates

[Late]

Dawn:
Love the updates. Take your time. They are worth the wait.

Late

[boobman987]

Thanks for another informative update Dawn.

In one good way those pillocks (fools for those who don’t know the English idiom) who were on Mike’s list have been removed so his parties won’t suffer the same indignity.

Before you buy the 300SL, I would check to bonnet for a Dawn shaped indentation -.

Looking forward to the next set of updates and all the best to Mark.

[ocean]

Dawn; I seem to be dominating the journal but quite a lot going on. Burning the midnight oil to catch up. I did the month end on Teams for the firm. All good from my side. Philip and I spoke pre meet and we’re going to arrange a date.

Well - Saturday last; 10.30 on the dot, typical Tony, he and Ray arrived for the long weekend (Bank Holiday). Hugs coffee and 11 Mark and Tony disappeared off to the airfield. One of their purchases was arriving.

That’s when I had the opportunity to tell Ray the whole thing about the car. I changed out of track suit and into white and silver short sleeve, collared shirt and shorts, quite snug and pokie, small thong and white trainers, just to look good beside Rays bronzey collarless short sleeved shirt, 3 buttons down the front, gaping provocatively, matching mini skirt and trainers. Not a bra in sight and Ray airing her difference under the skirt. She looked fantastic. We looked fantastic. Armed with debit card, licence etc, the cab arrived at 12 and took us to Mike’s. On the way I told Ray all about the shenanigans, I explained about the Gay Brigade, had been ousted so the next ‘Mike’ party could be interesting, whoever the host was. The cab driver trying desperately to listen in and look up Rays skirt.

Ray was very impressed with ‘Dingly Dell’ and I’d already told her that Mike wanted her to join the party goers with me, like Will's, but need a purpose and shake up. Perhaps I'll suggest Coral organises them, keep the undesirables out. but we’ll see. Mike was obviously impressed with Ray. She looked startled at his appearance in white shirt and trousers, he said, ‘I know, just don’t call me Shirley!’ Ray just gape, not a good look. ‘Hi Ray, I’ve dined out on that for 30 years’. Just to remind you he bears an astonishing resemblance to Leslie Nielsen (when he was alive). She loved it. We kissed and I made the introductions and we went inside. I saw Mike linger over Ray’s lovely brown legs and imagining beyond, yes I know where he’d like to be.

All the paperwork for the car was ready and Mike walked us through to the SL. He’d had it valeted, it didn’t need it, given the mechanical once over, it didn’t need it, and the roof dropped, it needed it and Christ was it complicated. Ray cooed appropriately over it and with one hand on my hip he shook my right hand and the deal was done. I had done my homework, questioned the amount, to which he said, it’s what he paid 6 years previously, 2nd owner, yes it was under current valuation but that’s the deal. £12k under. OK. I transferred the money, signed whatever and took ownership of 2 sets of keys and a ‘concourse’ condition car. I now know what concourse means.

Over coffee and a little less than subtle leering at Ray’s lovely, and rather obvious, big brown boobs through the gaping top of her outfit, Mike booked a late lunch at the Cowdrey Park Golf Club, where we’d meet Graham his accountant and friend of over 30 years. He kissed my cheek and said ’this will blow Graham’s and every other ’fuckers’ mind when I turn up for lunch with you two beauties’. Oh, the kudos!! Ray loved it and played the part. Mike gave me a large thick envelope to peruse when I got home which I put in the boot. We followed his Range Rover, in my newly acquired trophy car. Maybe not the latest tech, but Christ, the class.
I didn’t pay it, but I felt like a million dollars. The attention from other drivers is another thing completely.
As Ray so succinctly put, ‘if anything is going to get a girly wet, this was it’.

Lunch was wonderful. The sidelong looks from other golfers said it all and as Mike said, he’d never been so popular, members he’d never met coming up to greet him and Graham, and the stuck up management, his new bff's. 'Oh and who are these lovely ladies, new members perhaps?' Pulease!! Graham was an absolute sweetie. When we left, Ray had been officially invited to Mike’s next party with me, we both got a kiss on the cheek and an arse cheek squeezed in the car park, in front of an audience of course. Mike kissed me, asked me to text when I got home, Kissed Ray on the cheek, again, this time she held his hand against her boob, he took the hint, slut! Kissed him back properly. She said on the way home, she'd flashed him under her mini skirt as she lewdly got into the passenger side.
Sorry guys, but it really is that easy - and obvious. Mike’s phone call will be interesting.

The ride home was fun, we didn’t stop laughing. Ray was game for the parties. When we neared home I rang Mark, not hands free, who was at home and said to open the gates and form a line at the front for inspection. We drove the car through he gates to be met with not only Mark and Tony but, James, Micheal, Liz and Nuala, who had decided to do a barbecue for us. No-one new about the car, and not sure who was more surprised. But Marks expression was priceless. I got out of the car, walked over to him gave him a great big kiss and said ‘Happy Whatever Day’ and handed him the keys. What a Wus, I thought he was going to cry. Everyone poured over it, and I have to admit, as Mike had said, it was the obvious choice in that it is beautiful, classy and sexy - just like me. I did ask Mark if it could be ‘our’ car.

Over large glasses of wine we all exchanged notes. A little stilted between Liz and Tony but that sorted itself out. Ray pulled me to one side and wanted to know why I had dumped Remi, jealousy perhaps? Surprised, I said, ‘no, well yes a little perhaps, but he offloaded me. Almost beat me up, allowed the Bimbo to beat me up. As Mark had put it, I came home with more stripes than him. then he froze me out’. Ray looked very quizzical. ‘You need to ring him, girl. Kerry said he’s in quite a bad way cos you binned him. Bimbo’s gone she was maniacal and dangerous. Crossed wires I think’. We talked more, I told her that I had spoken with Cheryl, husband had left and she only had work in her life, perhaps she would like to party.

While everyone sat around after the barbecue, drinking and chatting, Nuala and Liz were in the tub topless. Tony and Mark pretending not to notice, Christ, I swear Liz’s tits are getting bigger, I saw Ray wink at him. He seemed a little awkward. Around 10.30 the kids left to relieve the babysitters and Tony and I went upstairs while Mark put his new toy in the garage and locked up.
I really fancied an uninhibited session with Tony. And Ray session in the morning, I am a greedy girl.

Forgot to mention; Tony and Mark took delivery and hangared the bigger plane at the airfield today. They’ve been told the older one requires them to do an extra course because it has wheels at the back or something. I let him tell you. So big day for toys.

Seeing Kit Thursday. I will phone Remi, test the water.

Nearly up to date, keeping the diary in order. Lots of love, Dawn xx.

[Freemans892]

With such a nice classic car, Mark maybe needs now to get involved with car side of Goodwood, e.g. Goodwood Festival of Speed. Mark can show it on the concourse and then have Dawn, Ray, Liz and Nuala show off their modelling skills around the car. Or maybe the car could used as modelling prop for the wives to do some nude modelling while their husband takes the photos. I’m guessing that the other big toy that was purchased, could also be used as modelling prop. We need to hear more about the other toy.

It sounds like Dawn and Ray had a great day out purchasing the car. It seems that Liz and Nuala enjoy cock teasing Mark and Tony. I’m sure thar Liz and Nuala will be putting on more shows for Mark and Tony in the future.

Sorry to hear about Cheryl but I guessing they weren’t able to repair their relationship after the live-in lover was kicked out. Attending one or two parties maybe good for Cheryl. Would Cheryl be interested in being a fifth for the two couples?

[boobman987]

What a wonderful update Dawn. I hope Mark is now spending every Sunday polishing the car to keep it in concourse condition. It’ll take his mind off the aeronautical learning for a while.

I liked the tantalising note about Ray “airing her difference under the skirt”. I have a quick question if you don’t mind - is Ray shaven down there? I don’t/can’t remember reading the detail.

[Late]

Dawn:
I've got lots of questions and comments, but the most relevant comment is "just keep posting". I'm loving the updates. Whatever you're willing to share, I'm willing to read. We are ecstatic you are sharing your diary with us.

Late

[ocean]

Mark; Tony and I are now the proud owners of a PA28-181, 4 seat light aircraft. The guy who does the maintenance for all the planes at the farm, told us, go for an exotic and die. More maintenance, higher costs for work, parts, availability and him. Suppose that clinched it. then the shock of getting the toy I fancy , a 1950ish Stinson, he thought was a great idea, except I had to qualify first and then take another course as it was a ‘tail dragger’ Third wheel at the back. Tony could do the conversion straight away.
And what a lucky boy, Dawn bought me a Merc sports as a whatever present. Then claimed half back, some present.

Well some questions are coming in that I need to answer; firstly describe the girls, well both are 5’8”, Dawn is olive skinned, dark brown above the shoulder hair, lovely blue eyes and ready smile with white teeth. Body, size 10 (Brit), olive skin which gets her often mistaken for a local when we go to the Med countries on holiday. d/dd boobs with quite thick sensitive nipples. She has never worn a bra for over 10 years, she was told that they’d be floppy and round her knees, they most certainly are not, in fact after the first few months, the sensitivity under clothes wore off and she has alway done pilates twice a week and swims at the local baths twice a week and they are really firm. She does wear one for work or family do’s sometimes, under protest, work done and she takes it off driving home. She has a slim waist and flared hips, the most shapely arse and a completely shaved money-box pussy, long before it was fashionable I might add. Pants are a no-no, especially since the 'change' at 44, except under trousers, she says they’re impractical and cause lines in clothes. I totally agree, and she loves the ‘shock’ factor when her state is discovered. Hates her feet, I think they're ok. Anyway they're rarely together. Unfunny apparently.
A very intelligent ambitious woman, senior partner at a medium size law firm, fiery when roused and like putting a saddle on a rattlesnake in bed. I love her, I’ve been with her for 30 years and long may it continue. The lifestyle? - I’ve had to get used to it, now we view it as her hobby and I get lots of extra attention from her as recompense. So I’m goodish. this is how Ray and Dawn met;

Ray (Soraya), my Indian beauty, married to Tony (BA Captain) Well; she has waist length, shiny black hair, beautiful almond shaped, brown eyes, dazzling smile. She’s a touch heavier than Dawn at size 12 with E cup boobs, thick dark stubby nipples, fabulous brown skin and a totally shaved pussy. great backside and nice legs. Intelligent, qualified pharmacist and has her own Pharmacy business, a director of her fathers health supplement manufacturing company. Smart and very wealthy. If Dawn ever left me - it would be for Ray. She’s funny, outrageous and they encourage each other, sometimes not in a good way. Fantastic in the sack. I saw a film, which I tracked down, the film was crap but Ray’s body looks like Rosario Dawson’s in 'Trance', similar colour too.
I hope that’s cleared some of the questions, any more, please feel free.

Now about the car, what a surprise. She couldn’t have chosen better, and the price, well if I didn’t know Mike was a muti-millionaire, I’d feel sorry for him. I do feel I’m going to be fighting for car time. Flying; I’ve got 15 hours and the instructor thinks time for solo. Surprisingly scary, so next week it is.

We had a great bbq on Saturday and Sunday, my 2 lads and their wives were here, sadly without their kids. But they made the most of their time in the tub, topless, God help me, Liz has huge white tits with pale pink nipples, and I’m pretty certain she is trying to egg Tony on for a repeat session. Which I might add, Ray is encouraging. Nuala, my little Welsh songbird, although less well endowed, is not shy at displaying them. The boys are not in the slightest bothered, but it’s still not right.

When they left to go home, it was the girls turn to strip off and get some tub time with Tony, while I cleared up. Another bottle of wine and Ray took my hand and we headed upstairs to one of the spare bedrooms. A good shag, I get to cum and I've no doubt she will disappear to spend the night with Dawn.
As things turned out both Ray and Tony fucked Dawn’s brains out most of the night, Dawn's just becoming a cumming machine. At least I got a decent nights sleep.

The news; as expected comms breakdown with Remi, saw that coming, Kit is in the offing next week, Dawn got groped by some Scandi business woman, it actually shook her up haha.
Work is going fine. brilliant 24/5 fiscal, and plenty of activity with Lisa, her husband must find out soon, surely, luck can’t keep going.

My side is a bit pedestrian, which is why Dawn stepped in, so she can lead and her side is far more interesting anyway. I get the juicy details first hand while she’s mounted on me. So I'll hand you over to Dawn.

Wish you all well, Mark.

[venus-can99]

Thanks for the wonderful updates Dawn and Mark. Nice to have toys on land and air. One more for the sea (water) soon?

[skoot1958]

Mark, just a bit confused, you have a PA28-181, and a 1950ish Stinson? 2? I know you need a Minimum number of instructor hours and take 9 exams, but is it like driving a car, Tony can be up with your until your qualify, just to give your hours under your belt?

As of for Liz, Tony should put the girl out of her longing, also older men are better for FWB as there is no real completions with home

How often are you getting to see Liza, is she concerned if hubby find out ?

Remi must have a string of ladies, I am sure Dawn and Remi will sort thing out