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

[54321]

Dear Dawn,

Thank you for another great post!

54321

[venus-can99]

Thanks for the sexy update Dawn and hope things are fun and erotic with Freya. Looking forward to your recounting of the encounter including "Geoff" your faithful chauffeur and his rewards

[skoot1958]

Dawn will your he there with a Cheryl to give her courage, Marcus will give Cheryl a good time, she does like a 3sum

You will have a great time, just relax and be yourself with Freya, she be just as nerves as you are, just remember back to your first time with Ray, how Ray took her time and showed you the way to enjoy yourself

[superb101]

Im looming forward to more updates!

[geoffrya]

I love it when we can do this

[ocean]

Dawn; Trying to catch up, please bear with me. This is a bit long, sorry.
Just a point, there has been a detractor who contacted Mark and appears determined to identify him and in so doing, me, potentially putting my job at risk and Mark's client base. The accusation is that we are being untruthful. Let me say right off, these contributions from all of us are voluntary, there is no point in stories, we are all having a great time and I for one, get a lot of fun out of the retelling to Mark and on here. We will get to a point where this 'phase' as Mark puts it, will end, not for a while yet I hope. I couldn't care less who said what, but it has upset Mark, and that I do care about. He hasn't told me who, but I will find out. Mark feels that this guy is a self appointed 'Forum Police', so we'd all better look out. I have been told by a friend on here not to be too precise about locations and names for probably this very reason. Mark and I do receive quite a few personal messages, all have been good humoured and supportive, some very naughty indeed haha, thank you and keep them coming, I promise to answer mine Truthfully!!! There, that's off my chest.

Thursday before last; Mark drove me up to west London insisted for ‘my own safety’, for my dinner date with Freya, my new ‘Viking’ friend. A sad indictment on our once wonderful capital, now the stabbing and robbery centre of Europe. His new car is so comfortable, we just wafted up the A24 on a carpet of air. Just as well as my stomach was in turmoil to the point that if Mark had suggested turn round I would have been relieved. I think part of his lift bit, was to ensure I went.

We arrived at the restaurant, a small cosy affair, probably lots of affairs, with 10 minutes to spare. My outfit was quite simple, a beige strappy summer dress to below the knee, cut at the front to show quite a bit of brown cleavage, but still decent-ish, beige shawl and tan suede heels. I was so nervous, Mark told me I looked fabulous, thank you, suggested I take a deep breath, to stop the shakes. In his drill sergeant voice, ‘head up, shoulders back, chest out - now go get em’. To text him when I want to be picked up with the address and not before 2, as he is seeing an ex corps buddy. Yes Sir!

I walked into the restaurant, really was lovely. Subdued lighting, well spaced decorated tables (not to be overheard) and lovely staff. I was shown to the table, Freya was already waiting. She stood, shook my hand and kissed me on both cheeks, rather formal. I'm 5’8” so Freya has got to be 5’11” plus flat heels. She looked wonderful in a Royal blue Kaftan style silk jacket top with a 2” gap down the front, 6 duffle coat type toggles holding the 2 sides together, matching well fitted silk trousers which stopped at the calf and patent pumps. She looked soo good, terrific figure, expensive and seriously classy. Got to find out what that perfume is, wow.

It was a bit slow getting going, the weather etc. Turns out she was as nervous as me. We had a cocktail each to break the ice and the spell. We settled, and she was fantastic company. Witty, funny, clearly well educated and travelled. Yes I was warming to her very nicely. As she was talking I took in her appearance, very white skin, the palest clear blue eyes I’d ever seen. Her platinum blonde hair cut in a bob, her makeup, if not professionally done, then she must give me lessons, her dark eye shadow brought out those piercing blue eyes, dark lipstick on a beautifully full and shapely mouth. I’d say she’d had her teeth whitened. Long neck slim neck, I had a peek down at her chest, in the gap, no bra, I’d say B cup boobs with long nipples poking through the silk of her top, hmm, I think she likes me.

Back to the conversation. We exchanged details of our lives, jobs etc. She’s 42 divorced, no children, to her father’s disappointment on both counts. She had a very hard upbringing from a harsh disciplinarian judgey father and weak mother (the other way round from my upbringing). Her father was disappointed when she was born as he wanted a son to carry on the family name and business in Stockholm, which is now still run by him and her two younger brothers, she opted to run the UK part, which isn’t very large, but she’s doing well and perfectly happy to only see ‘The Troll’ once every 6 weeks in Sweden. She was very candid about her Aspergers and said people just thought she was bloody difficult. After dinner we had drinks, and I must be honest I didn’t want the evening to end. I think neither did she, so when the waiter offered coffee she declined and suggested ‘coffee’ at her apartment. I jumped at it. She insisted on paying the bill, laughingly calling me a business expense.

I had told her that I had a car and ‘minder’ on hand for the evening and as long as I needed, she smiled and agreed to let ‘Geoff’ drive us to her apartment. I think Mark was a bit taken aback, she really is a beauty but not in the ‘conventional’ way. I think she had him at the no-bra discovery point, it’s his thing, but her overall presence blew him away as much as it did me.

Her apartment was in a block of seriously expensive, well established old apartment buildings in west London. I thanked ‘Geoff’ and said I’d text when I needed collecting and driven home. She looked almost sorry for him, almost. The apartment was so sumptuous, Scandi (but definitely not Ikea) the furnishings were deep, plush and obviously very expensive. She poured a glass of neat Vodka on the rocks. Not my usual or 'coffee', but wow. I have drunk vodka before but this was something fabulous, so creamy. Beluga. Russian. You can keep Grey Goose, this is the business.

I let her make the running, and tentatively kissed me. I kissed her back quite hard, slipped my tongue into her mouth, just to let her know I was OK to continue, you understand. Such lovely boobs, the nipples, literally outstanding. The toggles, bloody nightmare, between us we got her top off. God she was pale, whiter than Cheryl, but her nipples were like firm red loganberries, which gave under the pressure of my lips. So much for her taking the lead, I removed her trousers and blue thong, stretched out on her over stuffed sofa, and yes she is a real blonde, tuft on top everything else shaved. I stood, took off my dress, no thong for me which she found fascinating, as did the whiteness of her body compared to the tanned olive skin of mine. She was a good and skilled lover, clearly enjoying the interaction, even her tongue was educated (pun). We moved to her huge bed, another session and then a breather.

To my surprise, she had not become full time lesbian post divorce. She was in fact bi (like me), had two men fwb’s, who were actually the husbands of two of her friends and no, no-one knew about any of the others, especially her ‘trophy wife’ friends, who moaned about lack of attention from their husbands. So naughty but hilarious. Each guy has an alternative week, she said the group get-togethers were hugely funny no one’s the wiser of each other and each thinks they have a secret, I love it. She also has a regular girlfriend and no commitments to anyone. I feel like a failed amateur.
The burning question, had she fucked Kit? She said no, nearly, but no. She remarked that I obviously had. I laughed, why did she say that, grinning she said, nothing said, but he won’t shut up about you. I gave her an honest run down of my history, in confidence which I’m confident she’ll keep. I told her about Mark, and his lady friends as he called them and in answer to her question, yes I did still love him and fucked him regularly, she said she’d love to meet him, I said I’m sure that can be arranged.

It was now 2am, I said I should contact my driver and head for home, so we had a final slow and real love making session. I wasn’t counting, but we did make each other come quite a few times, all in all a very satisfying first meeting. I think we’re going to be good friends.

I cleaned up and got dressed, she slipped on a blue shorty silk dressing gown, virtually undone and walked me down passed the concierge to the front door. The car was already parked at the kerb. I crooked my finger to Mark to come over, he did, and I introduced him as Mark, she loved it, Mark held her hand, kissed her on both cheeks and told her she was beautiful, he was only security tonight and went back to the car. I said, well she had said she wanted to meet him, so there. She laughed, said ‘Nice. Lucky girl!’ Kissed me so deeply and wet, cupped and squeezed my right boob, said good night, waived to Mark and went inside.

On the way home; It was now 3 am and just starting to get light. I told Mark about the evening in detail, I reached over, boy did he have a hard on. We’d just come over Putney Bridge on the way to the A3 when he pulled into a road near Putney something Cricket ground where I jumped onto him in his seat and we christened the car, I gave him the full details, when I said there might be an opportunity for him with Freya, he grunted and came, I kept going and enjoyed a much needed come on his cock. We drove the rest of the way, me with nothing on and him with just a shirt as I’d commandeered his underpants to mop up.

A very happy day. Once again, thank you for your tolerance and kindness. Love Dawn xx

[skoot1958]

Mark/Dawn, first thanks for the update, sounds like Freya is going to be a new good friend, think you need to host next time, make good use of that hot tub

As for this person, this has happened before, please name them so we all know who they are and admin can close there account, also in the UK the law regarding “outing” someone, would play into this, no matter where in the world he lives, as he can be extradited, as you know the police would keep your identity private

How every you are, stop

In the UK, "outing" someone—revealing their sexual orientation or gender identity without their permission—can have serious legal and civil consequences, depending on the context and harm caused. Several areas of law may apply

[leggysman]

Just a point, there has been a detractor who contacted Mark and appears determined to identify him and in so doing, me, potentially putting my job at risk and Mark's client base. The accusation is that we are being untruthful. Let me say right off, these contributions from all of us are voluntary, there is no point in stories, we are all having a great time and I for one, get a lot of fun out of the retelling to Mark and on here. We will get to a point where this 'phase' as Mark puts it, will end, not for a while yet I hope. I couldn't care less who said what, but it has upset Mark, and that I do care about. He hasn't told me who, but I will find out. Mark feels that this guy is a self appointed 'Forum Police', so we'd all better look out.

This is written in bad faith, and the bolded portion positioning yourselves as victims of a doxxer is a straight-up deception. Shame on you.

My private conversations with Mark have always been friendly and substantial. There have never been any personal attacks or (in my view - even now) overt unpleasantness. Offering to meet for a pint, or go flying together, is not an attempt to identify or "out" you. What would be the point of doing that to one another? We're in the same position, supposedly.

The factual question I raised in your Hotties thread was never addressed, BTW. How about it?

If someone is a "self-appointed forum police" merely for noticing things and pointing them out, so be it. I care deeply about this site, and feel that fakers and storytellers who post fiction (and often, stolen pictures) cheapen and ruin OHW. That said, I have no actual power here. Carry on.

Over and out.

[ocean]

Hi guys, maybe I’m being thick, but I’m trying to respond to private messages, but they’re just sitting in the outbox it’s probably me, which is why my staff don’t let me anywhere near anything technical. Mark

[skoot1958]

Ocean they are in your outbox until they read them, just the way the system works

[ocean]

Thanks Skoot, strange setup But I am much wiser now, thank you. Mark

[Freemans892]

I sorry hear about your dealings with the so-called “Forum Police”.

I guessing that Kit had a vested interest in forcing Dawn to ring Freya to setup a date. Kit has nearly got to fuck Freya and probably leveraging Dawn to organise a threesome, so he can get to fuck Freya. That’s my theory.

Meanwhile, Freya “looked almost sorry for him, almost” for ‘Geoff’ having to wait around for Dawn and find out later that ‘Geoff’ is the Dawn loving husband Mark. I’m sure that Freya was intrigued about Mark when Dawn gave her history and Mark was fully aware of her extra-marital affairs and Mark himself has “lady friends”. I’m guessing that Freya was more intrigued when she got confirmation that Mark and Dawn still love each other and they fuck regularly. I’m guessing that Freya wasn’t expecting how quickly she would meet Mark after she said “she’d love to meet him”, and she would wearing undone “blue shorty silk dressing gown” when she met him and clearly had a look of I just fucked your wife. Clearly, Freya loved the turned of events.

I get the feeling that Freya will love to add a couple to her rotation of two married men and a girlfriend. Clearly, Freya enjoys sex but wants to continue with her no commitments to anyone with her “friends with benefits” relationships.

[boobman987]

Thanks for the super update Dawn. Your meeting with Freya was very erotic and it turned me on! Thanks for this and I hope that you have another meeting in the near future, perhaps with Mark or Rani or both?

As to the fool trying to stir things up, I’ve sent you a PM which I suspect you already have thought about but it might help.

Please do keep posting as I and the vast majority of your readership thoroughly enjoy your journey!

I hope Mark’s flight training is progressing well as are his studies for the exam

[mundyman]

Dawn; Trying to catch up, please bear with me. This is a bit long, sorry.
Just a point, there has been a detractor who contacted Mark and appears determined to identify him and in so doing, me, potentially putting my job at risk and Mark's client base. The accusation is that we are being untruthful. Let me say right off, these contributions from all of us are voluntary, there is no point in stories, we are all having a great time and I for one, get a lot of fun out of the retelling to Mark and on here. We will get to a point where this 'phase' as Mark puts it, will end, not for a while yet I hope. I couldn't care less who said what, but it has upset Mark, and that I do care about. He hasn't told me who, but I will find out. Mark feels that this guy is a self appointed 'Forum Police', so we'd all better look out. I have been told by a friend on here not to be too precise about locations and names for probably this very reason. Mark and I do receive quite a few personal messages, all have been good humoured and supportive, some very naughty indeed haha, thank you and keep them coming, I promise to answer mine Truthfully!!! There, that's off my chest.

Thursday before last; Mark drove me up to west London insisted for ‘my own safety’, for my dinner date with Freya, my new ‘Viking’ friend. A sad indictment on our once wonderful capital, now the stabbing and robbery centre of Europe. His new car is so comfortable, we just wafted up the A24 on a carpet of air. Just as well as my stomach was in turmoil to the point that if Mark had suggested turn round I would have been relieved. I think part of his lift bit, was to ensure I went.

We arrived at the restaurant, a small cosy affair, probably lots of affairs, with 10 minutes to spare. My outfit was quite simple, a beige strappy summer dress to below the knee, cut at the front to show quite a bit of brown cleavage, but still decent-ish, beige shawl and tan suede heels. I was so nervous, Mark told me I looked fabulous, thank you, suggested I take a deep breath, to stop the shakes. In his drill sergeant voice, ‘head up, shoulders back, chest out - now go get em’. To text him when I want to be picked up with the address and not before 2, as he is seeing an ex corps buddy. Yes Sir!

I walked into the restaurant, really was lovely. Subdued lighting, well spaced decorated tables (not to be overheard) and lovely staff. I was shown to the table, Freya was already waiting. She stood, shook my hand and kissed me on both cheeks, rather formal. I'm 5’8” so Freya has got to be 5’11” plus flat heels. She looked wonderful in a Royal blue Kaftan style silk jacket top with a 2” gap down the front, 6 duffle coat type toggles holding the 2 sides together, matching well fitted silk trousers which stopped at the calf and patent pumps. She looked soo good, terrific figure, expensive and seriously classy. Got to find out what that perfume is, wow.

It was a bit slow getting going, the weather etc. Turns out she was as nervous as me. We had a cocktail each to break the ice and the spell. We settled, and she was fantastic company. Witty, funny, clearly well educated and travelled. Yes I was warming to her very nicely. As she was talking I took in her appearance, very white skin, the palest clear blue eyes I’d ever seen. Her platinum blonde hair cut in a bob, her makeup, if not professionally done, then she must give me lessons, her dark eye shadow brought out those piercing blue eyes, dark lipstick on a beautifully full and shapely mouth. I’d say she’d had her teeth whitened. Long neck slim neck, I had a peek down at her chest, in the gap, no bra, I’d say B cup boobs with long nipples poking through the silk of her top, hmm, I think she likes me.

Back to the conversation. We exchanged details of our lives, jobs etc. She’s 42 divorced, no children, to her father’s disappointment on both counts. She had a very hard upbringing from a harsh disciplinarian judgey father and weak mother (the other way round from my upbringing). Her father was disappointed when she was born as he wanted a son to carry on the family name and business in Stockholm, which is now still run by him and her two younger brothers, she opted to run the UK part, which isn’t very large, but she’s doing well and perfectly happy to only see ‘The Troll’ once every 6 weeks in Sweden. She was very candid about her Aspergers and said people just thought she was bloody difficult. After dinner we had drinks, and I must be honest I didn’t want the evening to end. I think neither did she, so when the waiter offered coffee she declined and suggested ‘coffee’ at her apartment. I jumped at it. She insisted on paying the bill, laughingly calling me a business expense.

I had told her that I had a car and ‘minder’ on hand for the evening and as long as I needed, she smiled and agreed to let ‘Geoff’ drive us to her apartment. I think Mark was a bit taken aback, she really is a beauty but not in the ‘conventional’ way. I think she had him at the no-bra discovery point, it’s his thing, but her overall presence blew him away as much as it did me.

Her apartment was in a block of seriously expensive, well established old apartment buildings in west London. I thanked ‘Geoff’ and said I’d text when I needed collecting and driven home. She looked almost sorry for him, almost. The apartment was so sumptuous, Scandi (but definitely not Ikea) the furnishings were deep, plush and obviously very expensive. She poured a glass of neat Vodka on the rocks. Not my usual or 'coffee', but wow. I have drunk vodka before but this was something fabulous, so creamy. Beluga. Russian. You can keep Grey Goose, this is the business.

I let her make the running, and tentatively kissed me. I kissed her back quite hard, slipped my tongue into her mouth, just to let her know I was OK to continue, you understand. Such lovely boobs, the nipples, literally outstanding. The toggles, bloody nightmare, between us we got her top off. God she was pale, whiter than Cheryl, but her nipples were like firm red loganberries, which gave under the pressure of my lips. So much for her taking the lead, I removed her trousers and blue thong, stretched out on her over stuffed sofa, and yes she is a real blonde, tuft on top everything else shaved. I stood, took off my dress, no thong for me which she found fascinating, as did the whiteness of her body compared to the tanned olive skin of mine. She was a good and skilled lover, clearly enjoying the interaction, even her tongue was educated (pun). We moved to her huge bed, another session and then a breather.

To my surprise, she had not become full time lesbian post divorce. She was in fact bi (like me), had two men fwb’s, who were actually the husbands of two of her friends and no, no-one knew about any of the others, especially her ‘trophy wife’ friends, who moaned about lack of attention from their husbands. So naughty but hilarious. Each guy has an alternative week, she said the group get-togethers were hugely funny no one’s the wiser of each other and each thinks they have a secret, I love it. She also has a regular girlfriend and no commitments to anyone. I feel like a failed amateur.
The burning question, had she fucked Kit? She said no, nearly, but no. She remarked that I obviously had. I laughed, why did she say that, grinning she said, nothing said, but he won’t shut up about you. I gave her an honest run down of my history, in confidence which I’m confident she’ll keep. I told her about Mark, and his lady friends as he called them and in answer to her question, yes I did still love him and fucked him regularly, she said she’d love to meet him, I said I’m sure that can be arranged.

It was now 2am, I said I should contact my driver and head for home, so we had a final slow and real love making session. I wasn’t counting, but we did make each other come quite a few times, all in all a very satisfying first meeting. I think we’re going to be good friends.

I cleaned up and got dressed, she slipped on a blue shorty silk dressing gown, virtually undone and walked me down passed the concierge to the front door. The car was already parked at the kerb. I crooked my finger to Mark to come over, he did, and I introduced him as Mark, she loved it, Mark held her hand, kissed her on both cheeks and told her she was beautiful, he was only security tonight and went back to the car. I said, well she had said she wanted to meet him, so there. She laughed, said ‘Nice. Lucky girl!’ Kissed me so deeply and wet, cupped and squeezed my right boob, said good night, waived to Mark and went inside.

On the way home; It was now 3 am and just starting to get light. I told Mark about the evening in detail, I reached over, boy did he have a hard on. We’d just come over Putney Bridge on the way to the A3 when he pulled into a road near Putney something Cricket ground where I jumped onto him in his seat and we christened the car, I gave him the full details, when I said there might be an opportunity for him with Freya, he grunted and came, I kept going and enjoyed a much needed come on his cock. We drove the rest of the way, me with nothing on and him with just a shirt as I’d commandeered his underpants to mop up.

A very happy day. Once again, thank you for your tolerance and kindness. Love Dawn xx

A tale, true I am sure as I’m a believer, well told.
As always, I am insanely jealous of your lifestyle and relationship, or is it relationships(?),that you and Mark have.
My only problem is I wish you would share a few more pictures of yourself, especially dressed in a manner you meet the plethora of lovers you have.
Thank you, and Mark, for taking time to share your adventures in this lifestyle.

[Long Lurker 34]

Dawn; Trying to catch up, please bear with me. This is a bit long, sorry.
Just a point, there has been a detractor who contacted Mark and appears determined to identify him and in so doing, me, potentially putting my job at risk and Mark's client base. The accusation is that we are being untruthful. Let me say right off, these contributions from all of us are voluntary, there is no point in stories, we are all having a great time and I for one, get a lot of fun out of the retelling to Mark and on here. We will get to a point where this 'phase' as Mark puts it, will end, not for a while yet I hope. I couldn't care less who said what, but it has upset Mark, and that I do care about. He hasn't told me who, but I will find out. Mark feels that this guy is a self appointed 'Forum Police', so we'd all better look out. I have been told by a friend on here not to be too precise about locations and names for probably this very reason. Mark and I do receive quite a few personal messages, all have been good humoured and supportive, some very naughty indeed haha, thank you and keep them coming, I promise to answer mine Truthfully!!! There, that's off my chest.

Thursday before last; Mark drove me up to west London insisted for ‘my own safety’, for my dinner date with Freya, my new ‘Viking’ friend. A sad indictment on our once wonderful capital, now the stabbing and robbery centre of Europe. His new car is so comfortable, we just wafted up the A24 on a carpet of air. Just as well as my stomach was in turmoil to the point that if Mark had suggested turn round I would have been relieved. I think part of his lift bit, was to ensure I went.

We arrived at the restaurant, a small cosy affair, probably lots of affairs, with 10 minutes to spare. My outfit was quite simple, a beige strappy summer dress to below the knee, cut at the front to show quite a bit of brown cleavage, but still decent-ish, beige shawl and tan suede heels. I was so nervous, Mark told me I looked fabulous, thank you, suggested I take a deep breath, to stop the shakes. In his drill sergeant voice, ‘head up, shoulders back, chest out - now go get em’. To text him when I want to be picked up with the address and not before 2, as he is seeing an ex corps buddy. Yes Sir!

I walked into the restaurant, really was lovely. Subdued lighting, well spaced decorated tables (not to be overheard) and lovely staff. I was shown to the table, Freya was already waiting. She stood, shook my hand and kissed me on both cheeks, rather formal. I'm 5’8” so Freya has got to be 5’11” plus flat heels. She looked wonderful in a Royal blue Kaftan style silk jacket top with a 2” gap down the front, 6 duffle coat type toggles holding the 2 sides together, matching well fitted silk trousers which stopped at the calf and patent pumps. She looked soo good, terrific figure, expensive and seriously classy. Got to find out what that perfume is, wow.

It was a bit slow getting going, the weather etc. Turns out she was as nervous as me. We had a cocktail each to break the ice and the spell. We settled, and she was fantastic company. Witty, funny, clearly well educated and travelled. Yes I was warming to her very nicely. As she was talking I took in her appearance, very white skin, the palest clear blue eyes I’d ever seen. Her platinum blonde hair cut in a bob, her makeup, if not professionally done, then she must give me lessons, her dark eye shadow brought out those piercing blue eyes, dark lipstick on a beautifully full and shapely mouth. I’d say she’d had her teeth whitened. Long neck slim neck, I had a peek down at her chest, in the gap, no bra, I’d say B cup boobs with long nipples poking through the silk of her top, hmm, I think she likes me.

Back to the conversation. We exchanged details of our lives, jobs etc. She’s 42 divorced, no children, to her father’s disappointment on both counts. She had a very hard upbringing from a harsh disciplinarian judgey father and weak mother (the other way round from my upbringing). Her father was disappointed when she was born as he wanted a son to carry on the family name and business in Stockholm, which is now still run by him and her two younger brothers, she opted to run the UK part, which isn’t very large, but she’s doing well and perfectly happy to only see ‘The Troll’ once every 6 weeks in Sweden. She was very candid about her Aspergers and said people just thought she was bloody difficult. After dinner we had drinks, and I must be honest I didn’t want the evening to end. I think neither did she, so when the waiter offered coffee she declined and suggested ‘coffee’ at her apartment. I jumped at it. She insisted on paying the bill, laughingly calling me a business expense.

I had told her that I had a car and ‘minder’ on hand for the evening and as long as I needed, she smiled and agreed to let ‘Geoff’ drive us to her apartment. I think Mark was a bit taken aback, she really is a beauty but not in the ‘conventional’ way. I think she had him at the no-bra discovery point, it’s his thing, but her overall presence blew him away as much as it did me.

Her apartment was in a block of seriously expensive, well established old apartment buildings in west London. I thanked ‘Geoff’ and said I’d text when I needed collecting and driven home. She looked almost sorry for him, almost. The apartment was so sumptuous, Scandi (but definitely not Ikea) the furnishings were deep, plush and obviously very expensive. She poured a glass of neat Vodka on the rocks. Not my usual or 'coffee', but wow. I have drunk vodka before but this was something fabulous, so creamy. Beluga. Russian. You can keep Grey Goose, this is the business.

I let her make the running, and tentatively kissed me. I kissed her back quite hard, slipped my tongue into her mouth, just to let her know I was OK to continue, you understand. Such lovely boobs, the nipples, literally outstanding. The toggles, bloody nightmare, between us we got her top off. God she was pale, whiter than Cheryl, but her nipples were like firm red loganberries, which gave under the pressure of my lips. So much for her taking the lead, I removed her trousers and blue thong, stretched out on her over stuffed sofa, and yes she is a real blonde, tuft on top everything else shaved. I stood, took off my dress, no thong for me which she found fascinating, as did the whiteness of her body compared to the tanned olive skin of mine. She was a good and skilled lover, clearly enjoying the interaction, even her tongue was educated (pun). We moved to her huge bed, another session and then a breather.

To my surprise, she had not become full time lesbian post divorce. She was in fact bi (like me), had two men fwb’s, who were actually the husbands of two of her friends and no, no-one knew about any of the others, especially her ‘trophy wife’ friends, who moaned about lack of attention from their husbands. So naughty but hilarious. Each guy has an alternative week, she said the group get-togethers were hugely funny no one’s the wiser of each other and each thinks they have a secret, I love it. She also has a regular girlfriend and no commitments to anyone. I feel like a failed amateur.
The burning question, had she fucked Kit? She said no, nearly, but no. She remarked that I obviously had. I laughed, why did she say that, grinning she said, nothing said, but he won’t shut up about you. I gave her an honest run down of my history, in confidence which I’m confident she’ll keep. I told her about Mark, and his lady friends as he called them and in answer to her question, yes I did still love him and fucked him regularly, she said she’d love to meet him, I said I’m sure that can be arranged.

It was now 2am, I said I should contact my driver and head for home, so we had a final slow and real love making session. I wasn’t counting, but we did make each other come quite a few times, all in all a very satisfying first meeting. I think we’re going to be good friends.

I cleaned up and got dressed, she slipped on a blue shorty silk dressing gown, virtually undone and walked me down passed the concierge to the front door. The car was already parked at the kerb. I crooked my finger to Mark to come over, he did, and I introduced him as Mark, she loved it, Mark held her hand, kissed her on both cheeks and told her she was beautiful, he was only security tonight and went back to the car. I said, well she had said she wanted to meet him, so there. She laughed, said ‘Nice. Lucky girl!’ Kissed me so deeply and wet, cupped and squeezed my right boob, said good night, waived to Mark and went inside.

On the way home; It was now 3 am and just starting to get light. I told Mark about the evening in detail, I reached over, boy did he have a hard on. We’d just come over Putney Bridge on the way to the A3 when he pulled into a road near Putney something Cricket ground where I jumped onto him in his seat and we christened the car, I gave him the full details, when I said there might be an opportunity for him with Freya, he grunted and came, I kept going and enjoyed a much needed come on his cock. We drove the rest of the way, me with nothing on and him with just a shirt as I’d commandeered his underpants to mop up.

A very happy day. Once again, thank you for your tolerance and kindness. Love Dawn xx

A tale, true I am sure as I’m a believer, well told.
As always, I am insanely jealous of your lifestyle and relationship, or is it relationships(?),that you and Mark have.
My only problem is I wish you would share a few more pictures of yourself, especially dressed in a manner you meet the plethora of lovers you have.
Thank you, and Mark, for taking time to share your adventures in this lifestyle.

O - Dawn
- I heartily second MM's comment.

[ocean]

Mark; Hello, Just a few lines. We’ve both been trying to catch up with life and getting things done as we’re off to Madrid tomorrow. Tony and I on the maiden voyage with luggage, the girls are flying Iberia on Saturday. A few days there, then up to northern Spain to stay with an Tony’s pilot friend (they flew together on the big stuff in the past) father’s vineyard in Rioja area, don’t ask, I don’t know and probably can’t spell it, all I know is their alcazar, as Tony refers, looks down over a beautiful valley (at grapes).
A place where Romans and Musselmen have trod before.
The whole of Tony’s friends family are avid private aircraft fliers, so I’m looking forward to it and Dawn wants the wine.We are taking the excess luggage with posh frocks etc as apparently they're not the hoy polloy local types. Even Tony and I have packed smart stuff and suits, in 35 degree heat. I break out in a sweat at 18.

Dawn did a lunch visit to Mr G Man but I’ll let her tell you about that and Kit is booked in on our return. This Freya is nothing like Dawn’s description of a Viking warrior, she’s really lovely, very attractive and yes, I am hoping to… What with Freya, Kit, Cheryl and G Man her phone and keyboard are stupid busy. Me, I’m jus looking forward to the 3 hour stints for fuel and a wee, with an overnight at an old services buddy of mine near Carcassonne, then down to the Spanish airfield north of Madrid, despite, as Tony insists, those French bastard air traffic controllers, I don’t think they’d bother with toy planes, we’ll see. Tony’s pilot network is pretty good and his mates are more interested in the little stuff.

Both kids families are ‘house sitting’ so my wine collection, such as it is, is going to take a hammering and the room is also reset as a home gym, everything else locked away, as is Dawn’s car keys.

I am hoping to revive my options when I get back, and perhaps Dawn once rested will look upon life differently. Dawn's viewing this break as an opportunity for a complete chill out, and a general review and overall reset of circumstances. Sounds drastic but all OK at home, there are no problems.

Kind regards. Mark

[venus-can99]

Dawn and Mark - have a wonderful Spanish holiday. Is Dawn only interested in the local wine
Hope both of you with Tony have a restful time and looking forward to your narrative of the Spanish landscape, vineyards, wine, cuisine and the flight.

[boobman987]

Enjoy your well deserved break Dawn and Mark, I’m sure the reset and wine will be welcomed.

If you’re flying in Spain, are the air traffic controllers in rural area speaking in English or Espanol? It’ll give you another learning opportunity with high temperatures in a small plane, something we rarely experience here in Blighty!

[skoot1958]

Mark/Dawn, thanks for the updates, enjoy your holiday

[ocean]

Dawn; Wednesday 30/7 pm; got in from Gatwick, 3 hour delay on board. Absolutely knackered, great trip on the whole. This journal is in 2 parts some good, some not so good, you’ll see. The guys stayed on, due back Friday

Saturday; Ray and I flew with BA in the end (Tony perks) to Madrid airport, straightforward if rather bumpy, Madrid airport was so organised we were out in no time. Ray and I Ubered to the hotel, again, easy. The hotel was in the middle of Madrid and was really really plush. Impressions of first visit to Madrid, clean, safe, spectacular architecture and very proud nation. This will not be a regular destination for Mark and I. Frankly you can keep London and Paris, both of which I have visited many times, Madrid is soo classy.

The first afternoon was just us girls, after changing out of shorts and shirts, into short summer dresses, and some good advice from the concierge we found the best shops, especially El Corte Inglis just like Macey’s. all the VAT refundable, Well in that case maybe another shirt. Dropped the new clothes back, and out to for the evening. 32 degree heat, Ray loved it, me - let’s find an air conditioned bar for wine and tapas. We were approached a few times, friendly but not pestered and all was in good humour. Nice people. I am going to enjoy this trip. Tony was a little worried that the trip was going to be very bumpy in the small plane, ha that’ll sort the men from the boys. I hope all is well, after all they have our main case on board.

We got a little lost and although the guys told us not to approach the police, not supposed to be nice people, our cleavages were so helpful, boob oriented as any other man! Because of the heat I guess, the Spanish don’t eat till 9pm so did we, ending up in a club at 10.30, don’t ask I have no idea, but we danced till 1.30 with some of the Spanish big guys. Decided, hot and tired to head back to the hotel on our own, no-one we fancied. The room had 2 double beds, of course we only used one. No - too tired, just a shower, kiss, cuddle and sleep. We woke around 9am, I’ve never done that before. A morning bath, Ray got the tap end, and draw up plans for the day.

We went to the Prado Museum, a must. Then round Madrids park, when I say park it is a 3 day hike to cover all of it, which I will do next time, everywhere so different, beautiful and so diverse. They do love their statuary, it’s everywhere. Did you know, there are 13 carved angels guarding the souls in Madrid? On that subject in the centre of the park is the only statue, commissioned by the Catholic church - to no other than - Lucifer. We had our photo taken - he’s not my brother before Mark get’s the joke in. We even went to the railway station, it would give Kew Gardens a run for its money!! Restaurants - wow, spoilt for choice! Wonderful local food and the Rioja wine is fabulous. We’re going to Rioja tomorrow, have to check the wine quality on your behalf.

We met the guys midday, they'd flown from Mark's ex services friend in Carcassonne, they had had a very bumpy ride all the way down and Mark looked the worse for wear, hehe. The French ATC were quite kind and spoke in a kind of English, I won’t criticise as their English is far better than my French. But in my defence I speak very good German, and 'Worldly Ray' speaks 4 languages including French, sadly not Spanish. A quick shop for the boys and off to a City Irish bar to watch the Women’s Euro Cup final - Spain vs England. What a game; shouldn’t say it, but I thought Spain had the better game. Still we won (by the skin of our teeth). I was quite getting into Guinness, and the rather coarse commentary from the ex-pats and Spanish guys, some of it very blue. Not flying tomorrow so no reason for the guys to hold back on their Guinness. Tony has got Mark seriously trained '12 hours - bottle to throttle’. ‘Better safe than sorry….. no second chances up there’.

We’re being picked up Monday am by Tony’s pal who sounded nice. Well we were met in a brand new, rather flashy red Range Rover Vogue (so common now, err but not in Spain) by Tony’s friend Tomas. First impressions for both Ray and I, an odious little toad, so full of himself. Tony’s also a senior captain but he’s not like this prat. He kissed Ray on both cheeks and presumed squeezing her arse was included in the greeting process, she was not happy at all; so when he approached me I proffered my hand to shake, now he got the message and wasn’t pleased. An hour in and boastful Tomas tells us the family owned God knows how many acres of vines, were big noises in northern Spain, have their own airstrip. What?!! So why are we leaving the plane at the airfield and travelling by car for about two and half hours in this heat. We could have got there in 30 minutes. Comfortable as it is and air conditioned, this was a major oversight guys. We arrived, I had the middle seat in the back and my arse was numb. Even if the Toad allowed Ray or I to sit in the front, we both agreed, we wouldn’t sit beside Tomas the Toad.

The scenery coming up the valley was truly breathtaking. The house, I say house, it was over 200 years old, been extended tastefully to look all in one, had 8 bedrooms and bathrooms, courtyard, a massive garage block, I presume for farm machinery. And was perched three quarters of the way up the mountain; all below was their vines and if the view was the last thing I saw, I would have been happy. I did have tears of humility in my eyes.

None of this meant anything to arsehole who had decided I was now a challenge, he swaggered around like he owned it. Well he didn’t. His father and mother who came to greet us, did. She was 5’2’, a slim, dark skinned, dark haired woman, very elegant and typically Spanish. Beautifully dressed in a rose coloured sundress. For 66 she was amazing. Very excitable. His father Augustin, 5’7” (average height for a Spaniard) swarthy skinned, a full head of grey hair and beard, actually rather good looking man's man, again for 75, wow. Must be the mountain air and clean living. Very quiet, serious guy but friendly. Unlike his idiot son, he kissed my hand and said 'welcome to my home, Señora'. He got my vote. Did the same for Ray and a manly welcome for the guys. The house was old fashioned but expensively furnished. August told us he was the 7th generation to own the vineyard, the Toad wasn’t interested so he was hoping his youngest son would continue.

Adventures unfolded, some good, some not so good to tell. These will follow.

Love Dawn xx

[Late]

Thanks for the update. It is appreciated. Looking forward to the rest of the story.

Late

[boobman987]

Another wonderful update Dawn, thank you.

I presume the 3 hour delay was due to the 20 minute NATS - (air traffic controllers) - system outage.

Looking forward to reading part 2 and hopefully Mark’s update.

[Photofunshop]

Looking forward to the next updates.

[Photofunshop]

Looking forward to the next updates.

[venus-can99]

Thanks for the beautiful picture so far of Spain señora Dawn. Your description of Madrid attractions and the vineyards is truly wonderful. Looking forward to part 2...