Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
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“Youngest son”. Foreshadowing?
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Dawn I love your description, I can just see myself there, in fact might have to go and check it out
BTW when is Cheryl getting her lesson with Remi, will you be there to hold Cheryl's hand
BTW when is Cheryl getting her lesson with Remi, will you be there to hold Cheryl's hand
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Dawn; Long catchup guys.
Mark and I had deep discussions about continuing our journals in light of recent events. We have decided that as long as you guys have the appetite, we have the thrill of putting these misdeeds into writing.
Please understand, I can’t supply photo’s, the next leak could cost me everything if I’m identified and some of my ‘friends’ are married, the cost to them.… It’s not fair.
So, Spain; Monday evening supper with the family was so nice. The brothers wives were a reflection of their husbands, one great girl, lots of fun, pretty and good fun. The other, so up herself, with really no right, not attractive or bright, just so much attitude. Guess who was whose?
The Spanish know how to put on a great spread, we had fantastic paella, one seafood the other meat and the most exquisite wines. A really great evening, I must admit to tasting more than several glasses of wine. It was fortunate I was wearing beige linen trousers and matching shirt, buttoned up out of respect to the parents, but that didn’t stop (as Ray and I now called him) Mr Toad from getting handsy. I am so pissed off with this guy. I told Mark in bed, he got excited, said ‘oh, just fuck him, tell him he was crap and you didn’t fancy him anyway. He’ll leave you alone and it will damage his huge ego’. That was not what I wanted to hear! Sometimes I think Mark’s still in the Poole mess room with his Navy mates. I’d rather drink poison than even touch Mr T. Thankfully Ray and I are going home on Wednesday, can’t wait. It’s a shame really, as it is really idyllic here and the rest of the family are so nice. I have the wrong attitude, I'll shake it.
Tuesday morning; we’re all going flying at the airstrip, chance for Mr T to show off his toys. God I’m sounding like some bitter and twisted old woman, sorry. The two brothers drove us down in the SUV’s. The boys in Mr T’s, I made sure ray and I were in the other one with the wives and Rosa, the mum, who drove. I can understand with the terrain being hilly, mainly unmade roads and prone to heavy rain, needing 4 x 4’s but these were a bit over the top. Still, I guess they wanted to show off their wealth and they were very wealthy. There were 2 tractors and other farmy stuff in the courtyard and an old Landcruiser. Still we’re all different.
Well the boys were in their element. The hangar doors were open, at the back was an old 1960’s plane, next to a rather smart newish white plane with two engines, but pride of place was two ‘gyrocopters’ or auto somethings, red and blue. Both brothers were getting togged up in flying gear, looking the part. The guys went up first, Mark was like a dog with 2 tails, so excited when he came back, Tony trying not to look so pleased, failing. Meanwhile we girls all had a laugh at the boys exuberance. These were real big boys toys.
Now the guest girlies. No matter how much I said I didn’t want to go, and I didn’t, I was cajoled and pushed into it. Ray made straight for Hauve’s plane or whatever, thanks Ray. Which left me with Tomas. I put on a ‘flying jacket’, my jeans were deemed ok, a pair of headphones and that’s it. I was told to sit in the front seat, not to touch any of the controls. Although he did try getting a handful while strapping me in, I doubt he could feel my boob through the jacket. He's a fucking child.
I thought it was like a helicopter, it actually reminded me of a camel with a rotor, completely open to the elements but within feet we were flying/airborne. My stomach was in my mouth. The good bit was it was exhilarating, wet inducing, and the view. I want to come back as a bird in the next life. The bad bit - he was a fucking hooligan. We went into tight turns, dives, flying feet from the ground. I could feel breakfast coming back and despite my pride I had to tell him to grow up. Obviously thought it hilarious. But he did calm down a bit for the rest of the flight, another hour, it went OK. He had ruined what was a wonderful experience. I have to admit his control of the ‘plane’ was very impressive, if only he wasn’t such a twat. When we landed I unclipped the harness, got out and fought the urge to punch him. Rosa saw I was upset and was great. I asked Rosa if someone could run me to the house to rest and calm down. She was organising food so Huave’s wife ran me back, just said ‘Try living with the pig. Get a glass of wine, we’ll keep him here for a few hours’ or words to that effect, so they’d all noticed. Mark hadn't bloody noticed though.
I changed out of my jeans and shirt into a very brief black bikini top and an even briefer tie sided bottoms, not a thong guys my bum’s too big, and a robe and as I went through the kitchen, I pinched a large glass of white Rioja, naughty, but it's for my nerves. On my own at last, glass of wine, a view down the valley to literally take your breath away. I stretched out by a fantastic pool, on a double sun bed. My top and robe to one side, I undid the bottoms and tucked them between my legs, just covering; well don’t want that sunburnt do I. No white bits thank you. I was sure if any cars came up the drive I'd hear them so I just lay back, and breathed the mountain air.
I must have been dozing for about an hour, a gravely voice asked was I OK? Although I jumped, there was no point in panicking or covering up, whoever it was had seen it all. I looked up, it was August. I apologised, reached for my robe. He laughed, said don’t worry, could he join me and handed me a fresh glass of wine. He’d been working in the plant when Rosa rang to tell him about his arsehole son and to check I was OK. He took off his shirt and trousers, trunks underneath, so he'd changed and had a a good eyeful already.
Now for a guy of 75, he was built, nut brown tan and covered in white body hair, front and back. A shock after modern man’s shaving routines but actually very arousing. Mark is almost hairless on his upper body, bless him. Away from his sons, he was actually very chatty, amusing and a fount of knowledge on history and wines. He was very interesting and I really liked him
He admired my tattoo, did I have any others, I looked down, my pussy was almost covered. He was concerned that I might get sunburnt and handed me a bottle of lotion. How was I going to do this ladylike? He just laughed and said he’d do it for me. I thought; yeah, I’d like that, handed him the bottle, sat up and he did my back. He had big, strong rough hands, it felt great. I grinned and said ‘don’t forget the front’. And that was the start, he kissed me, white beard scratching my chin, hands rubbing lotion into my boobs and tummy, rolled onto me, that matt of hair rubbing on my boobs and scraping my nipples, I was so wet. He took a closer look at my tattoo, that short beard worked wonders on my thighs, he made comment he liked the shaved look, I guess this was new to him, God did he make a meal of it, oh so good. My turn; pushed him over, removed the trunks to reveal a very reasonable cock, if not sprang up it certainly rose up, and with a little help from my mouth, something he said he hadn’t had at home for years, it stood proud.
Well there were no fireworks, but a lovely gentle rhythm which built up to a strong orgasm which flowed over me. He hadn’t come, so I suggested I return the compliment, OK, I climbed on top and gave him my pilates grip treatment. That and his squeezing my tits and sucking my nipples so adeptly caused me to come again. Several more minutes of this treatment and he did come. He didn’t produce a lot but he was satisfied.
It was one of the nicest experiences I’ve ever had. Christ this guys 75, he didn’t look more than 60, he was not only a great lover, he was a real gentleman. I went down on him again, he made some remark about raising the dead. It must have been the Day of the Dead, up it came. After quite a while he did come, but again didn’t produce much but said he had felt enormous pleasure. Then the crafty bugger told me he had a villa near Malaga town where he and his wife enjoyed separate breaks, would I like to come down for a weekend. What about Rosa? He laughed, she has her own arrangements. He said after nearly 50 years together sex with each other was boring, but still loved her. He is much to be admired. I still love you Mark.
We skinny dipped, kissed, groped in the pool then got dressed for the evening family get together. The entourage appeared about 40 minutes later. I wore a favourite of mine, a dark blue calf length crossover dress, with small white polka dots, and some cleavage for my benefit. Everyone was really kind especially Rosa, which made me feel so guilty. The toad, I’m sure that will slip out in temper, Tomas, was more considerate, apologised for the mad flying. It didn’t stop him trying to force a kiss on me later in the evening after dinner whilst squeezing a boob. Bastard. I pushed him back, you should have seen his face when I said I’d break his nose with my forehead and my husband would do the rest. Blessed are the meek.
I did have a snoggy, gropey tryst with August on the terrace before going to bed. In bed, I told Mark everything, not one bit was missed out. He was so surprised; said he hadn’t seen that coming at all. Then proceeded to fuck me all across the bed. Then made me go over it again.
After the goodbyes, Ray and I headed to Madrid airport in the morning. Thankfully Huave drove us, he apologised for his brother's behaviour, which I thought was kind. In the travel lounge I told Ray, mouth agape, she said she had had no idea. Demanded all the gory details before we boarded. She stayed over asked a hundred questions, then wanted the dirt on Freya. I told her no-one came close to Ray. She was horny as fuck in bed
The guys are due back today Friday, not got in yet.
One things for sure, I’m having a pool, I’ll expect have to trade for one of his toys.
So, good and bad, good was beyond great. The bad, he is just in a world of his own and I’d say that bubble will burst. No sympathy from this corner. Despite him it was a great trip, Spain is way better than I expected, I’d do it again and again. So many parts and cultures.
Lots of love. Dawn xx
Mark and I had deep discussions about continuing our journals in light of recent events. We have decided that as long as you guys have the appetite, we have the thrill of putting these misdeeds into writing.
Please understand, I can’t supply photo’s, the next leak could cost me everything if I’m identified and some of my ‘friends’ are married, the cost to them.… It’s not fair.
So, Spain; Monday evening supper with the family was so nice. The brothers wives were a reflection of their husbands, one great girl, lots of fun, pretty and good fun. The other, so up herself, with really no right, not attractive or bright, just so much attitude. Guess who was whose?
The Spanish know how to put on a great spread, we had fantastic paella, one seafood the other meat and the most exquisite wines. A really great evening, I must admit to tasting more than several glasses of wine. It was fortunate I was wearing beige linen trousers and matching shirt, buttoned up out of respect to the parents, but that didn’t stop (as Ray and I now called him) Mr Toad from getting handsy. I am so pissed off with this guy. I told Mark in bed, he got excited, said ‘oh, just fuck him, tell him he was crap and you didn’t fancy him anyway. He’ll leave you alone and it will damage his huge ego’. That was not what I wanted to hear! Sometimes I think Mark’s still in the Poole mess room with his Navy mates. I’d rather drink poison than even touch Mr T. Thankfully Ray and I are going home on Wednesday, can’t wait. It’s a shame really, as it is really idyllic here and the rest of the family are so nice. I have the wrong attitude, I'll shake it.
Tuesday morning; we’re all going flying at the airstrip, chance for Mr T to show off his toys. God I’m sounding like some bitter and twisted old woman, sorry. The two brothers drove us down in the SUV’s. The boys in Mr T’s, I made sure ray and I were in the other one with the wives and Rosa, the mum, who drove. I can understand with the terrain being hilly, mainly unmade roads and prone to heavy rain, needing 4 x 4’s but these were a bit over the top. Still, I guess they wanted to show off their wealth and they were very wealthy. There were 2 tractors and other farmy stuff in the courtyard and an old Landcruiser. Still we’re all different.
Well the boys were in their element. The hangar doors were open, at the back was an old 1960’s plane, next to a rather smart newish white plane with two engines, but pride of place was two ‘gyrocopters’ or auto somethings, red and blue. Both brothers were getting togged up in flying gear, looking the part. The guys went up first, Mark was like a dog with 2 tails, so excited when he came back, Tony trying not to look so pleased, failing. Meanwhile we girls all had a laugh at the boys exuberance. These were real big boys toys.
Now the guest girlies. No matter how much I said I didn’t want to go, and I didn’t, I was cajoled and pushed into it. Ray made straight for Hauve’s plane or whatever, thanks Ray. Which left me with Tomas. I put on a ‘flying jacket’, my jeans were deemed ok, a pair of headphones and that’s it. I was told to sit in the front seat, not to touch any of the controls. Although he did try getting a handful while strapping me in, I doubt he could feel my boob through the jacket. He's a fucking child.
I thought it was like a helicopter, it actually reminded me of a camel with a rotor, completely open to the elements but within feet we were flying/airborne. My stomach was in my mouth. The good bit was it was exhilarating, wet inducing, and the view. I want to come back as a bird in the next life. The bad bit - he was a fucking hooligan. We went into tight turns, dives, flying feet from the ground. I could feel breakfast coming back and despite my pride I had to tell him to grow up. Obviously thought it hilarious. But he did calm down a bit for the rest of the flight, another hour, it went OK. He had ruined what was a wonderful experience. I have to admit his control of the ‘plane’ was very impressive, if only he wasn’t such a twat. When we landed I unclipped the harness, got out and fought the urge to punch him. Rosa saw I was upset and was great. I asked Rosa if someone could run me to the house to rest and calm down. She was organising food so Huave’s wife ran me back, just said ‘Try living with the pig. Get a glass of wine, we’ll keep him here for a few hours’ or words to that effect, so they’d all noticed. Mark hadn't bloody noticed though.
I changed out of my jeans and shirt into a very brief black bikini top and an even briefer tie sided bottoms, not a thong guys my bum’s too big, and a robe and as I went through the kitchen, I pinched a large glass of white Rioja, naughty, but it's for my nerves. On my own at last, glass of wine, a view down the valley to literally take your breath away. I stretched out by a fantastic pool, on a double sun bed. My top and robe to one side, I undid the bottoms and tucked them between my legs, just covering; well don’t want that sunburnt do I. No white bits thank you. I was sure if any cars came up the drive I'd hear them so I just lay back, and breathed the mountain air.
I must have been dozing for about an hour, a gravely voice asked was I OK? Although I jumped, there was no point in panicking or covering up, whoever it was had seen it all. I looked up, it was August. I apologised, reached for my robe. He laughed, said don’t worry, could he join me and handed me a fresh glass of wine. He’d been working in the plant when Rosa rang to tell him about his arsehole son and to check I was OK. He took off his shirt and trousers, trunks underneath, so he'd changed and had a a good eyeful already.
Now for a guy of 75, he was built, nut brown tan and covered in white body hair, front and back. A shock after modern man’s shaving routines but actually very arousing. Mark is almost hairless on his upper body, bless him. Away from his sons, he was actually very chatty, amusing and a fount of knowledge on history and wines. He was very interesting and I really liked him
He admired my tattoo, did I have any others, I looked down, my pussy was almost covered. He was concerned that I might get sunburnt and handed me a bottle of lotion. How was I going to do this ladylike? He just laughed and said he’d do it for me. I thought; yeah, I’d like that, handed him the bottle, sat up and he did my back. He had big, strong rough hands, it felt great. I grinned and said ‘don’t forget the front’. And that was the start, he kissed me, white beard scratching my chin, hands rubbing lotion into my boobs and tummy, rolled onto me, that matt of hair rubbing on my boobs and scraping my nipples, I was so wet. He took a closer look at my tattoo, that short beard worked wonders on my thighs, he made comment he liked the shaved look, I guess this was new to him, God did he make a meal of it, oh so good. My turn; pushed him over, removed the trunks to reveal a very reasonable cock, if not sprang up it certainly rose up, and with a little help from my mouth, something he said he hadn’t had at home for years, it stood proud.
Well there were no fireworks, but a lovely gentle rhythm which built up to a strong orgasm which flowed over me. He hadn’t come, so I suggested I return the compliment, OK, I climbed on top and gave him my pilates grip treatment. That and his squeezing my tits and sucking my nipples so adeptly caused me to come again. Several more minutes of this treatment and he did come. He didn’t produce a lot but he was satisfied.
It was one of the nicest experiences I’ve ever had. Christ this guys 75, he didn’t look more than 60, he was not only a great lover, he was a real gentleman. I went down on him again, he made some remark about raising the dead. It must have been the Day of the Dead, up it came. After quite a while he did come, but again didn’t produce much but said he had felt enormous pleasure. Then the crafty bugger told me he had a villa near Malaga town where he and his wife enjoyed separate breaks, would I like to come down for a weekend. What about Rosa? He laughed, she has her own arrangements. He said after nearly 50 years together sex with each other was boring, but still loved her. He is much to be admired. I still love you Mark.
We skinny dipped, kissed, groped in the pool then got dressed for the evening family get together. The entourage appeared about 40 minutes later. I wore a favourite of mine, a dark blue calf length crossover dress, with small white polka dots, and some cleavage for my benefit. Everyone was really kind especially Rosa, which made me feel so guilty. The toad, I’m sure that will slip out in temper, Tomas, was more considerate, apologised for the mad flying. It didn’t stop him trying to force a kiss on me later in the evening after dinner whilst squeezing a boob. Bastard. I pushed him back, you should have seen his face when I said I’d break his nose with my forehead and my husband would do the rest. Blessed are the meek.
I did have a snoggy, gropey tryst with August on the terrace before going to bed. In bed, I told Mark everything, not one bit was missed out. He was so surprised; said he hadn’t seen that coming at all. Then proceeded to fuck me all across the bed. Then made me go over it again.
After the goodbyes, Ray and I headed to Madrid airport in the morning. Thankfully Huave drove us, he apologised for his brother's behaviour, which I thought was kind. In the travel lounge I told Ray, mouth agape, she said she had had no idea. Demanded all the gory details before we boarded. She stayed over asked a hundred questions, then wanted the dirt on Freya. I told her no-one came close to Ray. She was horny as fuck in bed
The guys are due back today Friday, not got in yet.
One things for sure, I’m having a pool, I’ll expect have to trade for one of his toys.
So, good and bad, good was beyond great. The bad, he is just in a world of his own and I’d say that bubble will burst. No sympathy from this corner. Despite him it was a great trip, Spain is way better than I expected, I’d do it again and again. So many parts and cultures.
Lots of love. Dawn xx
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Thanks for the update on your trip to Spain Dawn. I understand your reluctance about pictures but you paint such a wonderful picture with words that it is like being there and seeing you by the pool
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Didn’t expect it to be the 75 year old dad. Who needs Viagra when Dawn is around.
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A picture is worth a 1000 words? I think not. I'll take your words anytime. Thanks.
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What a marvellous update Dawn, it was very descriptive and enlightening. Thanks.
Was August the oldest man you’ve fucked?
Was August the oldest man you’ve fucked?
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I assume If you close your eye, old or young are all the same, is it down to there skills
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Malaga can be a great getaway from the cold, rainy British Isles. Just sayin'.
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Mark: Just a quick update, the journey down from Sussex to northern France was pretty straight forward, but as we travelled inland the temperature inside the cockpit was unbearable, we ended up sitting in underpants, not pretty. The plane has the most idiotic air flow and cooling system, almost non-existent. The turbulence was beyond belief and I have to admit, I nearly reached for the bag on a number of occasions. Tony had control for most of the journey, as we skirted the French coast.
Carcassonne was beautiful and it was great to see my old mucker. Tony was very strict about 12 hours bottle to throttle and quite right too. So a nice meal and a bottle of wine amongst the three of us, instead of a piss up, in a lovely restaurant in the castle. Carcassonne to the airfield just north of Madrid was again lumpy. I think perhaps we’ll stick to UK, Scandi and Netherlands visits. Cooler and a lot less bumpy. I have now been diagnosed with late onset asthma (where the hell that came from???) so the journey didn’t do me any favours.
Madrid was unbelievable, so much so if it wasn’t for the family I’d up sticks and move to Northern Spain. It was great, clean safe, lots to do day and night-time and the food, wow. The journey to Tony’s pal in the vineyard in Rioja was by car, secretly I was quite pleased, though flying up to their airstrip made more sense.
The vineyard stretched for miles up either side of the valley to the house. Some house. We met the family who were such nice people, then we met Tony’s flying friend, who frankly gave arseholes a bad name. What an arrogant, entitled twat. Made a bee line for Dawn straightway , who was repulsed by him (her word).
Anyway day 2 we went in 2 SUV’s to their airfield for a flying day. Big boys toy time. They had a large hangar which contained an old world war ll Lysander ( I was told this, I didn’t know), which I was rather taken with, a twin engined Seneca which Tony was all over, but pride of place in the front were 2 Gyrocopters with tandem open cockpit. Apparently the latest ones are covered side by side cockpits. While the girls were prepping lunch we went up in these, Tony with his mate an me with the brother Huave, turned out to be fortunate. The experience was amazing. We wore flight suits, headsets, gloves and sunglasses. Flew down the valley, into the next one, up and over the ‘mountain ‘ range. Seriously exciting. I’ve been in loads of helicopters in my service days but this, I had a little stick time but it was like nothing I’ve ever done. The take off was within feet of moving forward and the manoeuvrability was mind blowing.
Anyway we came back for a drink and a wee, so Tomas snatched his opportunity to get Dawn in his craft and show her how wonderful he was, Ray went with the his brother. Tomas was back within half an hour, Dawn unbuckled, jumped out looking angry and just a touch green, demanding (nicely) to be taken to the house where she would spend the afternoon 'recovering' with a book by the pool. A rather kind and knowing mother, Rosa, calmed Dawn down an got one of the wives to run her to the house. As you know that turned out rather well for her. It did amuse me that when she stretched out in the buff at the pool, the voice she heard she thought was The stalker Tomas. Turns out it was Augustin, the father, with plenty of life and kindness in the old dog yet. Tomas could do well to take a leaf out his book.
Meanwhile we did some more flying in the Gyro’s, hmm, going to look into this when we get back. I understand, it’s complete the PPL then retrain and get an additional ‘G’ to the licence. Tony on the other hand is taken with the idea of a multi engine which has more room and better range. Another addition. I’m going to be training for the rest of my life.
To be honest I was almost dreading the return journey, which didn’t disappoint, again trying to keep away from the land mass we hugged the coast only going inland for fuel and light food stop, then home. I swear Tony has a cast iron constitution. So pleased to get home. The girls had 2 more days in a Madrid hotel then home.
I am going to look into Gyro training and multi-engine in the UK. Dawn suggests one at a time.
Dawn’s pool adventure has focused her mind once more on a pool at home, so she contacted Roger the rogerer to come up and discuss design and cost. He didn’t need asking twice I noticed. I’m sure Dawn won’t mind me telling you that she is going to a ‘Mike’ party next Saturday which I might add is against our guidelines. Weekends are for us. Or aibu? And Kit on Thursday. Busy girl. Me let's see if Lisa's available?
Everything is back to normal at home, kids coming round for bbq and catchup this afternoon.
Speak soon. Kindest regards. Mark.
Carcassonne was beautiful and it was great to see my old mucker. Tony was very strict about 12 hours bottle to throttle and quite right too. So a nice meal and a bottle of wine amongst the three of us, instead of a piss up, in a lovely restaurant in the castle. Carcassonne to the airfield just north of Madrid was again lumpy. I think perhaps we’ll stick to UK, Scandi and Netherlands visits. Cooler and a lot less bumpy. I have now been diagnosed with late onset asthma (where the hell that came from???) so the journey didn’t do me any favours.
Madrid was unbelievable, so much so if it wasn’t for the family I’d up sticks and move to Northern Spain. It was great, clean safe, lots to do day and night-time and the food, wow. The journey to Tony’s pal in the vineyard in Rioja was by car, secretly I was quite pleased, though flying up to their airstrip made more sense.
The vineyard stretched for miles up either side of the valley to the house. Some house. We met the family who were such nice people, then we met Tony’s flying friend, who frankly gave arseholes a bad name. What an arrogant, entitled twat. Made a bee line for Dawn straightway , who was repulsed by him (her word).
Anyway day 2 we went in 2 SUV’s to their airfield for a flying day. Big boys toy time. They had a large hangar which contained an old world war ll Lysander ( I was told this, I didn’t know), which I was rather taken with, a twin engined Seneca which Tony was all over, but pride of place in the front were 2 Gyrocopters with tandem open cockpit. Apparently the latest ones are covered side by side cockpits. While the girls were prepping lunch we went up in these, Tony with his mate an me with the brother Huave, turned out to be fortunate. The experience was amazing. We wore flight suits, headsets, gloves and sunglasses. Flew down the valley, into the next one, up and over the ‘mountain ‘ range. Seriously exciting. I’ve been in loads of helicopters in my service days but this, I had a little stick time but it was like nothing I’ve ever done. The take off was within feet of moving forward and the manoeuvrability was mind blowing.
Anyway we came back for a drink and a wee, so Tomas snatched his opportunity to get Dawn in his craft and show her how wonderful he was, Ray went with the his brother. Tomas was back within half an hour, Dawn unbuckled, jumped out looking angry and just a touch green, demanding (nicely) to be taken to the house where she would spend the afternoon 'recovering' with a book by the pool. A rather kind and knowing mother, Rosa, calmed Dawn down an got one of the wives to run her to the house. As you know that turned out rather well for her. It did amuse me that when she stretched out in the buff at the pool, the voice she heard she thought was The stalker Tomas. Turns out it was Augustin, the father, with plenty of life and kindness in the old dog yet. Tomas could do well to take a leaf out his book.
Meanwhile we did some more flying in the Gyro’s, hmm, going to look into this when we get back. I understand, it’s complete the PPL then retrain and get an additional ‘G’ to the licence. Tony on the other hand is taken with the idea of a multi engine which has more room and better range. Another addition. I’m going to be training for the rest of my life.
To be honest I was almost dreading the return journey, which didn’t disappoint, again trying to keep away from the land mass we hugged the coast only going inland for fuel and light food stop, then home. I swear Tony has a cast iron constitution. So pleased to get home. The girls had 2 more days in a Madrid hotel then home.
I am going to look into Gyro training and multi-engine in the UK. Dawn suggests one at a time.
Dawn’s pool adventure has focused her mind once more on a pool at home, so she contacted Roger the rogerer to come up and discuss design and cost. He didn’t need asking twice I noticed. I’m sure Dawn won’t mind me telling you that she is going to a ‘Mike’ party next Saturday which I might add is against our guidelines. Weekends are for us. Or aibu? And Kit on Thursday. Busy girl. Me let's see if Lisa's available?
Everything is back to normal at home, kids coming round for bbq and catchup this afternoon.
Speak soon. Kindest regards. Mark.
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Thanks for the update on your Spanish trip Mark.
It’s a shame about the lumpy weather conditions, but it’s a learning opportunity.Now that you’ve experienced it, you’ll be more confident if the U.K. air space becomes lumpy.
Fingers crossed that Lisa is free as Dawn has a really full diary.
I hope both of you enjoyed the family bbq.
It’s a shame about the lumpy weather conditions, but it’s a learning opportunity.Now that you’ve experienced it, you’ll be more confident if the U.K. air space becomes lumpy.
Fingers crossed that Lisa is free as Dawn has a really full diary.
I hope both of you enjoyed the family bbq.
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Oocean wrote: ↑Sun Aug 10, 2025 7:30 amMark: Just a quick update, the journey down from Sussex to northern France was pretty straight forward, but as we travelled inland the temperature inside the cockpit was unbearable, we ended up sitting in underpants, not pretty. The plane has the most idiotic air flow and cooling system, almost non-existent. The turbulence was beyond belief and I have to admit, I nearly reached for the bag on a number of occasions. Tony had control for most of the journey, as we skirted the French coast.
Carcassonne was beautiful and it was great to see my old mucker. Tony was very strict about 12 hours bottle to throttle and quite right too. So a nice meal and a bottle of wine amongst the three of us, instead of a piss up, in a lovely restaurant in the castle. Carcassonne to the airfield just north of Madrid was again lumpy. I think perhaps we’ll stick to UK, Scandi and Netherlands visits. Cooler and a lot less bumpy. I have now been diagnosed with late onset asthma (where the hell that came from???) so the journey didn’t do me any favours.
Madrid was unbelievable, so much so if it wasn’t for the family I’d up sticks and move to Northern Spain. It was great, clean safe, lots to do day and night-time and the food, wow. The journey to Tony’s pal in the vineyard in Rioja was by car, secretly I was quite pleased, though flying up to their airstrip made more sense.
The vineyard stretched for miles up either side of the valley to the house. Some house. We met the family who were such nice people, then we met Tony’s flying friend, who frankly gave arseholes a bad name. What an arrogant, entitled twat. Made a bee line for Dawn straightway , who was repulsed by him (her word).
Anyway day 2 we went in 2 SUV’s to their airfield for a flying day. Big boys toy time. They had a large hangar which contained an old world war ll Lysander ( I was told this, I didn’t know), which I was rather taken with, a twin engined Seneca which Tony was all over, but pride of place in the front were 2 Gyrocopters with tandem open cockpit. Apparently the latest ones are covered side by side cockpits. While the girls were prepping lunch we went up in these, Tony with his mate an me with the brother Huave, turned out to be fortunate. The experience was amazing. We wore flight suits, headsets, gloves and sunglasses. Flew down the valley, into the next one, up and over the ‘mountain ‘ range. Seriously exciting. I’ve been in loads of helicopters in my service days but this, I had a little stick time but it was like nothing I’ve ever done. The take off was within feet of moving forward and the manoeuvrability was mind blowing.
Anyway we came back for a drink and a wee, so Tomas snatched his opportunity to get Dawn in his craft and show her how wonderful he was, Ray went with the his brother. Tomas was back within half an hour, Dawn unbuckled, jumped out looking angry and just a touch green, demanding (nicely) to be taken to the house where she would spend the afternoon 'recovering' with a book by the pool. A rather kind and knowing mother, Rosa, calmed Dawn down an got one of the wives to run her to the house. As you know that turned out rather well for her. It did amuse me that when she stretched out in the buff at the pool, the voice she heard she thought was The stalker Tomas. Turns out it was Augustin, the father, with plenty of life and kindness in the old dog yet. Tomas could do well to take a leaf out his book.
Meanwhile we did some more flying in the Gyro’s, hmm, going to look into this when we get back. I understand, it’s complete the PPL then retrain and get an additional ‘G’ to the licence. Tony on the other hand is taken with the idea of a multi engine which has more room and better range. Another addition. I’m going to be training for the rest of my life.
To be honest I was almost dreading the return journey, which didn’t disappoint, again trying to keep away from the land mass we hugged the coast only going inland for fuel and light food stop, then home. I swear Tony has a cast iron constitution. So pleased to get home. The girls had 2 more days in a Madrid hotel then home.
I am going to look into Gyro training and multi-engine in the UK. Dawn suggests one at a time.
Dawn’s pool adventure has focused her mind once more on a pool at home, so she contacted Roger the rogerer to come up and discuss design and cost. He didn’t need asking twice I noticed. I’m sure Dawn won’t mind me telling you that she is going to a ‘Mike’ party next Saturday which I might add is against our guidelines. Weekends are for us. Or aibu? And Kit on Thursday. Busy girl. Me let's see if Lisa's available?
Everything is back to normal at home, kids coming round for bbq and catchup this afternoon.
Speak soon. Kindest regards. Mark.
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Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Hear hear!Long Lurker 34 wrote: ↑Sun Aug 10, 2025 5:10 pm
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Thanks for the updates on the Spanish trip from your POV Mark. Perhaps as Dawn and Roger are "working" on the pool you can start on the gyrocopter !
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Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Dawn
Has Cheryl visited Remi yet? Are the girls coming to Mikes party? and we do need and update on Roger’s activities with DIL are they still playing or has things moved on
Has Cheryl visited Remi yet? Are the girls coming to Mikes party? and we do need and update on Roger’s activities with DIL are they still playing or has things moved on
Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Dawn; Since my last missive, which was ages ago, sorry, I have had an easy relaxing time, just Mark and me.
I saw Kit on Friday (15th) morning for a proper business meeting at my office, as he had a pretty busy day it was followed by a nice lunch. The restaurant’s close to my office, so just a discreet kiss on the cheek and a cheeky hand inside my jacket. Holidays just get in the way. I won’t see Kit till early September, he’s taking his wife for a romantic holiday to France. Speaking of France, Remi will be in Lyons visiting family till 30th, so Cheryl has bit longer to wait, she told me she’s seeing a guy from work but still keen for a Remi session.
Party time last Saturday with Mike. Unfortunately Mark was pissed off because it’s a Saturday. They’re normally Friday and weekend is ‘our time’. So I grovelled rather well and it’s ok. Mark was ‘out of town’ so Mike picked me up from home, Mark was in the study on the cctv. Bearing in mind I hadn’t seen him in weeks due to the Graham incident and my strop, which made me think that it had drawn to a close, he was very affectionate and rather sweet. We travelled to a rather grand manor house to the east of Dorchester. Miles from anywhere, so quiet, swaying trees and beautiful downland views - tranquillity.
We arrived around 6pm and shown straight to the garden to join about 30 other people, all smartly dressed, the men in jackets, trousers and open shirts, the women in cocktail dresses with a lot more than the average amount of bosom on show, all wilting under the afternoon sun, drinking chilled wine, Pimms and beers, probably a little too quickly and too much. Ages varied from 40 up to 70, some nice guys, some prats. Mike introduced me to some ‘important’ people, who on the whole were very nice and had nothing to prove, but it irritated me that Mike seemed to be looking for an 'edge', an ulterior motive.
I felt a little smug, not being in the contest of who can show the most boob. I was wearing an oldy but goody, brown knee length satin dress with triangular front up to and tied behind the neck, completely backless, showed my tan off perfectly. I had no boobs on show, but boy they were there and attracting attention, lots of attention. That’s how it’s done girls. The women, some very attractive, most, well… not so attractive, unless you’re into plump, loud women who have lost interest/control. Maybe it’s me being a bitch, perhaps?
As the evening drew in we all went inside. The party was very nice. Yes - Nice?? There was the usual dancing, groping, some casual disappearances but unfortunately guys, nothing to write home about. Nice yes, boring definitely. I whats-apped Mark to text me to say he’d ‘be home just after 2 and not to wait up’, which he did and I duly showed Mike the text. We left around 10.30 and I’ve never seen him drive so fast down the M/A27, we arrived home around 12.15. I invited him in for coffee and we had a very vanilla shag on the sofa before he left. I think this may be petering out of it’s own accord.
Mike left to drive home, Mark walked into the lounge in his dressing gown. Laughing he shouted 'is the coast clear?' demanded I keep my dress on, hitched it up and we had a really funny, lovely, sloppy bonk on the carpet - excitement at last, him naked, me fully dressed. I told him that high brow parties are really not exciting at all, small talk, vultures hovering, not really for me. We showered and went to bed.
I must admit it’s been really nice just Mark and me (sometimes the kids pop in). Amazing how peace and quiet brings you closer.
Now the news… September is starting to look good.
Kit is back first week September, Freya phoned and is coming on 12th to stay for the weekend, Mark's excited. Remi is back around same time, so I’ll warm Cheryl up. Mark hasn’t taken up his free pass from me regarding Cheryl, wimp. Roger has been up to discuss the pool with us, Mark made an excuse he needed some docs from upstairs (haha), Roger asked if I’d forgiven him over the dil situation, I said he’d treated her well so no problem, was it over? Yes. That's OK then, he snatched a kiss and handful of boob just before Mark appeared. Mark is a real shrewdy, love him loads.
Mark has bumped his flying hours up, passed another 2 exams, I think one was radio, he said if he failed that he should be shot, by a Marine. He said he did a lot of sailing big boats in the services and catamarans locally when we lived near Worthing, said air law is very akin to marine law so it is not that difficult, anyway he now has plenty of time on his hands, in fact I’m at work more than him now. He and Tony are now talking about changing the plane after Mark’s licence changes, something more roomy, still wittering on about the helicopter thing. Good luck with that. Never satisfied!?
Well that’s about it so far…
Bye for now, Love. Dawn x
I saw Kit on Friday (15th) morning for a proper business meeting at my office, as he had a pretty busy day it was followed by a nice lunch. The restaurant’s close to my office, so just a discreet kiss on the cheek and a cheeky hand inside my jacket. Holidays just get in the way. I won’t see Kit till early September, he’s taking his wife for a romantic holiday to France. Speaking of France, Remi will be in Lyons visiting family till 30th, so Cheryl has bit longer to wait, she told me she’s seeing a guy from work but still keen for a Remi session.
Party time last Saturday with Mike. Unfortunately Mark was pissed off because it’s a Saturday. They’re normally Friday and weekend is ‘our time’. So I grovelled rather well and it’s ok. Mark was ‘out of town’ so Mike picked me up from home, Mark was in the study on the cctv. Bearing in mind I hadn’t seen him in weeks due to the Graham incident and my strop, which made me think that it had drawn to a close, he was very affectionate and rather sweet. We travelled to a rather grand manor house to the east of Dorchester. Miles from anywhere, so quiet, swaying trees and beautiful downland views - tranquillity.
We arrived around 6pm and shown straight to the garden to join about 30 other people, all smartly dressed, the men in jackets, trousers and open shirts, the women in cocktail dresses with a lot more than the average amount of bosom on show, all wilting under the afternoon sun, drinking chilled wine, Pimms and beers, probably a little too quickly and too much. Ages varied from 40 up to 70, some nice guys, some prats. Mike introduced me to some ‘important’ people, who on the whole were very nice and had nothing to prove, but it irritated me that Mike seemed to be looking for an 'edge', an ulterior motive.
I felt a little smug, not being in the contest of who can show the most boob. I was wearing an oldy but goody, brown knee length satin dress with triangular front up to and tied behind the neck, completely backless, showed my tan off perfectly. I had no boobs on show, but boy they were there and attracting attention, lots of attention. That’s how it’s done girls. The women, some very attractive, most, well… not so attractive, unless you’re into plump, loud women who have lost interest/control. Maybe it’s me being a bitch, perhaps?
As the evening drew in we all went inside. The party was very nice. Yes - Nice?? There was the usual dancing, groping, some casual disappearances but unfortunately guys, nothing to write home about. Nice yes, boring definitely. I whats-apped Mark to text me to say he’d ‘be home just after 2 and not to wait up’, which he did and I duly showed Mike the text. We left around 10.30 and I’ve never seen him drive so fast down the M/A27, we arrived home around 12.15. I invited him in for coffee and we had a very vanilla shag on the sofa before he left. I think this may be petering out of it’s own accord.
Mike left to drive home, Mark walked into the lounge in his dressing gown. Laughing he shouted 'is the coast clear?' demanded I keep my dress on, hitched it up and we had a really funny, lovely, sloppy bonk on the carpet - excitement at last, him naked, me fully dressed. I told him that high brow parties are really not exciting at all, small talk, vultures hovering, not really for me. We showered and went to bed.
I must admit it’s been really nice just Mark and me (sometimes the kids pop in). Amazing how peace and quiet brings you closer.
Now the news… September is starting to look good.
Kit is back first week September, Freya phoned and is coming on 12th to stay for the weekend, Mark's excited. Remi is back around same time, so I’ll warm Cheryl up. Mark hasn’t taken up his free pass from me regarding Cheryl, wimp. Roger has been up to discuss the pool with us, Mark made an excuse he needed some docs from upstairs (haha), Roger asked if I’d forgiven him over the dil situation, I said he’d treated her well so no problem, was it over? Yes. That's OK then, he snatched a kiss and handful of boob just before Mark appeared. Mark is a real shrewdy, love him loads.
Mark has bumped his flying hours up, passed another 2 exams, I think one was radio, he said if he failed that he should be shot, by a Marine. He said he did a lot of sailing big boats in the services and catamarans locally when we lived near Worthing, said air law is very akin to marine law so it is not that difficult, anyway he now has plenty of time on his hands, in fact I’m at work more than him now. He and Tony are now talking about changing the plane after Mark’s licence changes, something more roomy, still wittering on about the helicopter thing. Good luck with that. Never satisfied!?
Well that’s about it so far…
Bye for now, Love. Dawn x
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Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
I bet Mark can’t wait for the 12th September.
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I think the 12 is going to be a lot of fun, will you have the room read just in case
I am sure Mike will be fine, just needs time,
I can not understand what Mark as not filled up with Cheryl, a woman in needs
So Roger and DIL are over? Dawn you just need to fill that gap
I am sure Mike will be fine, just needs time,
I can not understand what Mark as not filled up with Cheryl, a woman in needs
So Roger and DIL are over? Dawn you just need to fill that gap
Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Dawn; Since my last missive, ages ago, sorry, I have had an easy relaxing time with just Mark and me.
Party time last Saturday with Mike. Unfortunately Mark was pissed off because it’s a Saturday. They’re normally Friday, weekend is ‘our time’. So I grovelled rather well and it’s ok. Mark was ‘out of town’ so Mike picked me up from home, Mark was in the study on the cctv. Bearing in mind I hadn’t seen him weeks due to the Graham incident and my strop which made me think that it had drawn to a close, he was very affectionate and rather sweet. We travelled to a rather grand manor house to the east of Dorchester. Miles from anywhere, so quiet, swaying trees and beautiful downland views and tranquillity.
We arrived around 5pm and shown straight to the garden to join about 30 other people, all smartly dressed, the men in jackets trousers and open shirts, the women in cocktail dresses with more than the average amount of bosom on show, all wilting under the afternoon sun, drinking chilled wine, Pimms and beers, probably a little too quickly and too much. Ages varied from 45 up to 70, some nice guys, some prats. Mike introduced me to some ‘important’ people, who on the whole were very nice and had nothing to prove. I felt a little smug, not being in the contest of who can show the most boob. I was wearing an oldy but goody, brown below the knee satin dress with triangular front up to and tied behind the neck, completely backless. Lots of figure but no boobs on show, but boy they were there and attracting attention. Lots of attention. That’s how it’s done girls. The women, some very attractive, most, well… not so attractive, unless you’re into plump women who have lost interest/control. Maybe it’s me being a bitch, perhaps?
As the evening drew in everyone went inside. It was really very nice. Nice?? There was the usual dancing, groping, some casual disappearances but unfortunately guys, nothing to write home about. Nice yes, boring definitely. I whats-apped Mark to text me to say he’d ‘be home just after 2 and not to wait up’, which he did and I duly showed Mike. We left around 10.30 and I’ve never seen him drive so fast down the M/A27 and arrived home around 1am. I invited him in for coffee and we had a very vanilla shag on the sofa before he left. I think this may be petering out of it’s own accord.
Mike left to drive home, Mark walked into the lounge in his dressing gown, told me to keep my dress on, hitched it up and we had a really funny, lovely, sloppy bonk on the carpet - excitement at last. I told him that high brow parties are really not exciting at all, small talk, vultures hovering. We showered and went to bed.
I must admit it’s been really nice just Mark and me (sometimes the kids pop in). Amazing how peace and quiet brings you closer. Mark hasn’t taken up his free pass from me with Cheryl, wimp. Roger has been up to discuss the pool with us, Mark said he needs some docs from upstairs (haha), Roger asked if I’d forgiven him over the dil situation, I said he’d treated her well so no problem, he snatched a kiss and handful of boob just before Mark appeared. Mark is a real shrewdy, love him loads.
Kit is back. Holidays just get in the way. He’s took his wife for a romantic holiday to France. Speaking of France, Remi has been in Lyons visiting family and is back, I'd better warm Cheryl up.
About Freya - haha, she arrived on Thursday afternoon around 5, parked at the front and wheeled her overnight bag in. Even in jeans and a sloppy top she looked lovely. Gave me a really nice kiss, chocolates, flowers. So much more considerate than a guy. She asked where Mark was, when I told her he was with his friends flying for the weekend, more kisses. I got her settled in in the guest room to put her at her ease and gave her some time to freshen up before we popped out as she insisted on the local pub for supper.
We had a really good, easy evening, she loved the pub, remember she’s very pale, white blonde hair and loveliest palest blue eyes, so definitely not from Sussex, the locals were not only curious but really friendly, she said so different to London. We drove home and I have to admit it wasn’t only her who was nervous. A brandy at the bar, a long slow kiss, I took her hand, led her to the guest room. She was kind and skilled lover, I did my best to reciprocate. We talked and she told me she was a disappointment to her father that she wasn’t a boy, her brothers being given the special treatment despite she being the sharper business person. She told me about her divorce from a guy who had his eye on the family empire. Not the easiest of times. It was while I had my head on her shoulder listening that she asked about my relationship with Kit, my stomach tightened, I was not surprised that she had been seeing/sleeping with him before I was on the scene. The bastard had denied it to me. I said nothing, but asked as she knew I was also seeing him, was she OK with that?
Thankfully she was quite amused, he had told her about me ages ago, perhaps that’s why she focused in on me, curiosity? She admitted, some, but she did have an attraction to me from the outset and gave me another demonstration. Friday was an easy day, I got my office chores out of the way on the phone, then to Guildford for some retail therapy in the rain and dinner. Over the few days I so enjoyed her company, her kindness, her hidden sense of humour (Scandi style), I think this is the start of a great friendship. Oh the sex was bloody fantastic. Bed, lounge, hot tub, even in her car in the car park in Guildford, rain bouncing off the roof. Unfortunately Sunday morning came too soon. She actually cried, which set me off. Arrangements to be made to see each other, perhaps a return weekend in London, would I like to go to her home town in the ‘frozen North’? Yes please. She literally left at 11. I feel so tearful, it's never like this with Ray (or the guys).
Mark arrived around 20 minutes ago, wanted the salacious details about Freya. Me in tears, and that’s all he could think about. I told him about it, he gave me his version of comfort. When I told him Kit had being playing both ends against the middle, he laughed so much, asked had I really not seen that coming? Er no. So lunch, a bottle of wine ease back into life with Mark, listen about the 'dog fight' over The English Channel (joking before anyone kicks off).
I’m sure he’ll tell you but he has bumped his flying hours up over the past few days, passed the radio exam and onto the next, he’s put this down to mainly doing a lot of sailing big boats in the services and catamarans locally when we lived near Worthing, said air law is very akin to marine law so he's finding it a lot easier than expected, anyway he has plenty of time on his hands to study, in fact I’m at work more than him now. He and Tony are talking about changing the plane after Mark’s licence changes, something more roomy. Never satisfied!?
Well that’s about it so…
Bye for now, Love. Dawn x
Party time last Saturday with Mike. Unfortunately Mark was pissed off because it’s a Saturday. They’re normally Friday, weekend is ‘our time’. So I grovelled rather well and it’s ok. Mark was ‘out of town’ so Mike picked me up from home, Mark was in the study on the cctv. Bearing in mind I hadn’t seen him weeks due to the Graham incident and my strop which made me think that it had drawn to a close, he was very affectionate and rather sweet. We travelled to a rather grand manor house to the east of Dorchester. Miles from anywhere, so quiet, swaying trees and beautiful downland views and tranquillity.
We arrived around 5pm and shown straight to the garden to join about 30 other people, all smartly dressed, the men in jackets trousers and open shirts, the women in cocktail dresses with more than the average amount of bosom on show, all wilting under the afternoon sun, drinking chilled wine, Pimms and beers, probably a little too quickly and too much. Ages varied from 45 up to 70, some nice guys, some prats. Mike introduced me to some ‘important’ people, who on the whole were very nice and had nothing to prove. I felt a little smug, not being in the contest of who can show the most boob. I was wearing an oldy but goody, brown below the knee satin dress with triangular front up to and tied behind the neck, completely backless. Lots of figure but no boobs on show, but boy they were there and attracting attention. Lots of attention. That’s how it’s done girls. The women, some very attractive, most, well… not so attractive, unless you’re into plump women who have lost interest/control. Maybe it’s me being a bitch, perhaps?
As the evening drew in everyone went inside. It was really very nice. Nice?? There was the usual dancing, groping, some casual disappearances but unfortunately guys, nothing to write home about. Nice yes, boring definitely. I whats-apped Mark to text me to say he’d ‘be home just after 2 and not to wait up’, which he did and I duly showed Mike. We left around 10.30 and I’ve never seen him drive so fast down the M/A27 and arrived home around 1am. I invited him in for coffee and we had a very vanilla shag on the sofa before he left. I think this may be petering out of it’s own accord.
Mike left to drive home, Mark walked into the lounge in his dressing gown, told me to keep my dress on, hitched it up and we had a really funny, lovely, sloppy bonk on the carpet - excitement at last. I told him that high brow parties are really not exciting at all, small talk, vultures hovering. We showered and went to bed.
I must admit it’s been really nice just Mark and me (sometimes the kids pop in). Amazing how peace and quiet brings you closer. Mark hasn’t taken up his free pass from me with Cheryl, wimp. Roger has been up to discuss the pool with us, Mark said he needs some docs from upstairs (haha), Roger asked if I’d forgiven him over the dil situation, I said he’d treated her well so no problem, he snatched a kiss and handful of boob just before Mark appeared. Mark is a real shrewdy, love him loads.
Kit is back. Holidays just get in the way. He’s took his wife for a romantic holiday to France. Speaking of France, Remi has been in Lyons visiting family and is back, I'd better warm Cheryl up.
About Freya - haha, she arrived on Thursday afternoon around 5, parked at the front and wheeled her overnight bag in. Even in jeans and a sloppy top she looked lovely. Gave me a really nice kiss, chocolates, flowers. So much more considerate than a guy. She asked where Mark was, when I told her he was with his friends flying for the weekend, more kisses. I got her settled in in the guest room to put her at her ease and gave her some time to freshen up before we popped out as she insisted on the local pub for supper.
We had a really good, easy evening, she loved the pub, remember she’s very pale, white blonde hair and loveliest palest blue eyes, so definitely not from Sussex, the locals were not only curious but really friendly, she said so different to London. We drove home and I have to admit it wasn’t only her who was nervous. A brandy at the bar, a long slow kiss, I took her hand, led her to the guest room. She was kind and skilled lover, I did my best to reciprocate. We talked and she told me she was a disappointment to her father that she wasn’t a boy, her brothers being given the special treatment despite she being the sharper business person. She told me about her divorce from a guy who had his eye on the family empire. Not the easiest of times. It was while I had my head on her shoulder listening that she asked about my relationship with Kit, my stomach tightened, I was not surprised that she had been seeing/sleeping with him before I was on the scene. The bastard had denied it to me. I said nothing, but asked as she knew I was also seeing him, was she OK with that?
Thankfully she was quite amused, he had told her about me ages ago, perhaps that’s why she focused in on me, curiosity? She admitted, some, but she did have an attraction to me from the outset and gave me another demonstration. Friday was an easy day, I got my office chores out of the way on the phone, then to Guildford for some retail therapy in the rain and dinner. Over the few days I so enjoyed her company, her kindness, her hidden sense of humour (Scandi style), I think this is the start of a great friendship. Oh the sex was bloody fantastic. Bed, lounge, hot tub, even in her car in the car park in Guildford, rain bouncing off the roof. Unfortunately Sunday morning came too soon. She actually cried, which set me off. Arrangements to be made to see each other, perhaps a return weekend in London, would I like to go to her home town in the ‘frozen North’? Yes please. She literally left at 11. I feel so tearful, it's never like this with Ray (or the guys).
Mark arrived around 20 minutes ago, wanted the salacious details about Freya. Me in tears, and that’s all he could think about. I told him about it, he gave me his version of comfort. When I told him Kit had being playing both ends against the middle, he laughed so much, asked had I really not seen that coming? Er no. So lunch, a bottle of wine ease back into life with Mark, listen about the 'dog fight' over The English Channel (joking before anyone kicks off).
I’m sure he’ll tell you but he has bumped his flying hours up over the past few days, passed the radio exam and onto the next, he’s put this down to mainly doing a lot of sailing big boats in the services and catamarans locally when we lived near Worthing, said air law is very akin to marine law so he's finding it a lot easier than expected, anyway he has plenty of time on his hands to study, in fact I’m at work more than him now. He and Tony are talking about changing the plane after Mark’s licence changes, something more roomy. Never satisfied!?
Well that’s about it so…
Bye for now, Love. Dawn x
Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
As always, thanks for the great update.
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Dawn
Would you say your feelings for Freya are different from your feelings for Ray, or were you both just high on new relationship energy?
Kit’s been playing both ends, maybe you girls should give him your joint attention sometime.
You said Freya has a girlfriend too does she know about you?
And how are you planning to square a week in London with Freya when Mark’s weekends are ours? More grovelling, I suspect or more flying for Mark.
How are the DILs behaving themselves? Did Richard keep you in the loop
Mark other than flying, what have you been up to? Managed to pin down a time with Lisa
And we do need a Shelley update, is she still doing well and how is the childcare going?
Would you say your feelings for Freya are different from your feelings for Ray, or were you both just high on new relationship energy?
Kit’s been playing both ends, maybe you girls should give him your joint attention sometime.
You said Freya has a girlfriend too does she know about you?
And how are you planning to square a week in London with Freya when Mark’s weekends are ours? More grovelling, I suspect or more flying for Mark.
How are the DILs behaving themselves? Did Richard keep you in the loop
Mark other than flying, what have you been up to? Managed to pin down a time with Lisa
And we do need a Shelley update, is she still doing well and how is the childcare going?
Re: Wife and friend behave like a couple in pub - the start
Mark: Hi guys, Dawn has left for the office so it’s my turn.
Skoot, I’ll answer your searching questions shortly, first, we had an amazing Rioja trip, some more than others! The trip down was not great, the heat in the cabin was terrible, the ventilation almost nil, and the ride was like a rollercoaster. I almost reached for the bag several times. We both agreed a more modern plane is on the cards.
However Madrid was really something. Our hosts in the North were amazing. Northern Spain is a well kept secret. The highlight for me was the local flying; Augustine, the father (and Dark Horse) had a hangar and airstrip, (as most vineyard owners do in this area) the sea is miles away so not a call for sailing. He had a Seneca twin which was huge inside, a 1940’s Lysander (‘drop the spy’s off’ plane), two gyrocopters. Open cockpit , 2 seat one behind the other. We met up with a group of family friends at another airstrip who had closed cockpit, side by side seating but were much newer. Poor Dawn went first and and I must admit Tony’s friend, who had been coming on to her since she arrived, decided to show off his acrobatics. Clearly read the audience wrongly. She decided to dislike him more, got back very angry and green, almost Hulk like. She admitted to almost throwing up several times. Me, I loved it. Open air was amazing, serious short take off and land capabilities. I’ve decided I’d like one of these as a toy, rather than a more staid Stimpson. It will involve a variation licence, that’s fine. However Dawn did remind me that she had spent a fortune from her own account on 2 cars, had I forgotten? And there was the question of the pool? So slow down!!! Nice.
I spent the weekend at a business friends in Somerset, he too is studying for the flight exams but is struggling a bit, so we worked together in-between pints, all the while Dawn entertained.
Skoot, your questions. Obviously I was hoping to run into Freya but missed her literally by 20 minutes, bit pissed off about that. Anyway after a meet and greet, she’s always keen after her girlie liaisons for the real thing, then it was time for a debrief. Later when your message came in I asked the questions.
I’m sure Dawn will expand on these answers, but when I arrived she was more upset, even distressed than I had expected, I did think it may have been down to Kit’s duplicity. During the course of the day we talked and she confessed to deep feelings for Ray and a strong fondness for Freya (make of that what you will).
‘If Ray was out of her life she’d be devastated, Freya; she'd be upset’. As for Kit? she'd suspected a relationship when she first saw them together, even asked him outright. The prat denied it, now who’s looking stupid? She's fond of him and far from upset, she told Freya and asked her not to let Kit know she knows, so she’s obviously up to something. Freya’s girlfriend is aware of Dawn, since her pleasant divorce she's only had open relationships. Freya sees men friends/lovers as well, so nothing clandestine there.
Dawn’s weekend in London, or the cold waters of the Fjords, is a month or so away so no rush and I’m fine with it. Yes, I want to get my licence asap so I can get airborne myself and get on with the variations to the licence.
Over the last few lovely, quiet weeks, we’ve had the kids and grandkids up quite often, sometimes babysitting (mustn't say baby, they're big girls now, 5 you know!) Always a huge pleasure. The girls were well behaved (as were their daughters haha) and everything seemed calm (did I speak too soon?). My friend Lisa is around less and less and I think things are cooling there. Perhaps my fault, distracted by outside activities. It is my intention to get in touch, as a friend, with Michelle, who knows. And definitely Cheryl, I’ve been a bit slow there.
The business is doing well, and as Dawn says it proves they don’t need me. Harsh, but true. Over the summer, on the occasions I went to the office, well; I’ve never seen so many kids, so that's going well. Shelley? She's really blossomed, I do see her when we’re both in the office, (she’s a mobile trainer and doing very great) enjoying the job, got her own apartment, put a bit of weight on (good weight) and no black rings round her eyes. Happy. She's seeing one of the software engineers (good and nice guy). He looks happy so I’m guessing it’s going well.
Now the holiday season is over maybe things can ramp up a bit.
I’m sure Dawn will have more to add, as usual. Take care and best regards. Mark.
Skoot, I’ll answer your searching questions shortly, first, we had an amazing Rioja trip, some more than others! The trip down was not great, the heat in the cabin was terrible, the ventilation almost nil, and the ride was like a rollercoaster. I almost reached for the bag several times. We both agreed a more modern plane is on the cards.
However Madrid was really something. Our hosts in the North were amazing. Northern Spain is a well kept secret. The highlight for me was the local flying; Augustine, the father (and Dark Horse) had a hangar and airstrip, (as most vineyard owners do in this area) the sea is miles away so not a call for sailing. He had a Seneca twin which was huge inside, a 1940’s Lysander (‘drop the spy’s off’ plane), two gyrocopters. Open cockpit , 2 seat one behind the other. We met up with a group of family friends at another airstrip who had closed cockpit, side by side seating but were much newer. Poor Dawn went first and and I must admit Tony’s friend, who had been coming on to her since she arrived, decided to show off his acrobatics. Clearly read the audience wrongly. She decided to dislike him more, got back very angry and green, almost Hulk like. She admitted to almost throwing up several times. Me, I loved it. Open air was amazing, serious short take off and land capabilities. I’ve decided I’d like one of these as a toy, rather than a more staid Stimpson. It will involve a variation licence, that’s fine. However Dawn did remind me that she had spent a fortune from her own account on 2 cars, had I forgotten? And there was the question of the pool? So slow down!!! Nice.
I spent the weekend at a business friends in Somerset, he too is studying for the flight exams but is struggling a bit, so we worked together in-between pints, all the while Dawn entertained.
Skoot, your questions. Obviously I was hoping to run into Freya but missed her literally by 20 minutes, bit pissed off about that. Anyway after a meet and greet, she’s always keen after her girlie liaisons for the real thing, then it was time for a debrief. Later when your message came in I asked the questions.
I’m sure Dawn will expand on these answers, but when I arrived she was more upset, even distressed than I had expected, I did think it may have been down to Kit’s duplicity. During the course of the day we talked and she confessed to deep feelings for Ray and a strong fondness for Freya (make of that what you will).
‘If Ray was out of her life she’d be devastated, Freya; she'd be upset’. As for Kit? she'd suspected a relationship when she first saw them together, even asked him outright. The prat denied it, now who’s looking stupid? She's fond of him and far from upset, she told Freya and asked her not to let Kit know she knows, so she’s obviously up to something. Freya’s girlfriend is aware of Dawn, since her pleasant divorce she's only had open relationships. Freya sees men friends/lovers as well, so nothing clandestine there.
Dawn’s weekend in London, or the cold waters of the Fjords, is a month or so away so no rush and I’m fine with it. Yes, I want to get my licence asap so I can get airborne myself and get on with the variations to the licence.
Over the last few lovely, quiet weeks, we’ve had the kids and grandkids up quite often, sometimes babysitting (mustn't say baby, they're big girls now, 5 you know!) Always a huge pleasure. The girls were well behaved (as were their daughters haha) and everything seemed calm (did I speak too soon?). My friend Lisa is around less and less and I think things are cooling there. Perhaps my fault, distracted by outside activities. It is my intention to get in touch, as a friend, with Michelle, who knows. And definitely Cheryl, I’ve been a bit slow there.
The business is doing well, and as Dawn says it proves they don’t need me. Harsh, but true. Over the summer, on the occasions I went to the office, well; I’ve never seen so many kids, so that's going well. Shelley? She's really blossomed, I do see her when we’re both in the office, (she’s a mobile trainer and doing very great) enjoying the job, got her own apartment, put a bit of weight on (good weight) and no black rings round her eyes. Happy. She's seeing one of the software engineers (good and nice guy). He looks happy so I’m guessing it’s going well.
Now the holiday season is over maybe things can ramp up a bit.
I’m sure Dawn will have more to add, as usual. Take care and best regards. Mark.
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Mark thanks for the update and I am happy for you both that all is going well
Yes maybe you need to put a bit of effort in on the lady front, if that what you want
Yes maybe you need to put a bit of effort in on the lady front, if that what you want
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Great to hear from you both. We miss your updates!
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Many thanks for the updates Dawn and Mark. I’m happy that you’ve decided to keep us updated!
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Dawn; I’d been an eventful week to say the least. Loads of walks with Mark, mainly to the pub, where an awful local woman started an argument with a couple of the guys about flags of St George being flown in the village. Mark’s view when he sees things like this is ‘not my fight’ and step away, but unusually decided to wade in and called her a ‘bigoted old bitch’ (she’s now known in the village as bob). He said he’d served nine years for his country etc etc. Well you’ll never guess; Roger the builder has erected a 6 metre flag pole in the front garden, great?!! Another in front of Mark’s offices, both with the flag of St George, on special days there will be the Union flag, and on Bastille day, for his French friend Christophe the MD next door, the French Tricolour. All because of ‘bob’. Now we look like a barracks.
He says there’s a principle involved. I’d call it something else!! The pool is now marked out, after several trial locations in the garden and input from the dil’s, who know best of course. We’re in a Conservation area, so Roger is checking for any hurdles his side and I’m doing the legal enquiries.
Mark and I had deep conversations about my acquiring men friends; he says - too much, time for a clear out. He’ll accept Tony and Ray stay as they’re great and mutual friends, I asked for Kit; and Remi, (as and when for therapy purposes only of course), especially as I have arranged for Cheryl to go up to Richmond, I have to go with her, the poor nervous thing, it’s only right. Freya, although I doubt that will have any frequency, was accepted. So that means Mike is out and Philip only at quarter end business meetings.
However as I sulk so well, he agreed to ‘spur of the moment’ arrangements like the old days as he put it. Oh, weekends are out; including Friday nights. He pushed for no overnighters, but I pushed back, so to speak.
So, Tuesday I had lunch with Mike in Chichester. The relationship was losing it’s shine for me anyway, though he was working hard to keep it afloat, and I’ve spent a small fortune on 2 old cars for Mark and I. Strangely he’s working hard at work too, said his employers (3 days per week) ‘couldn’t fuck things up any worse; digging their own graves. Very despondent, certainly depressed, says it’s time to retire (like he needs the money). So when I used the excuse that ‘Mark suspects’ and we should cool it for a while. He laughed, said ‘Great, just what I need’, paid the bill and left me on my own in the restaurant. Well that’s that then. Back to the office, a little sad but a huge weight removed from my shoulders. Sandra (Sec) said it's for the best.
Thursday evening straight from the office; Kit. I met him at a lovely hotel near Bracknell for dinner, he’s exploring sites for his end October C-Level Group meeting/get together. I’m just the second opinion. I wore my dark green blazer dress he said he liked when we first met, just above the knee, showing enough cleavage and thigh to encourage the casual observer to ponder ‘is there anything under it’, which of course, there isn’t. After dinner, we had drinks at the bar where we were ‘befriended’ by two businessmen. They spoke to Kit as a fellow businessman and me as the ‘girlfriend with benefits’; while openly looking up my skirt and down my front, which I assisted by climbing on and off my bar stool. They had absolutely no class whatsoever, and no chance!! A great tease though, and Kit loved it.
In our rather lovely room was a large bed, and so it all began. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, judging by his very spirited performances - he must have missed me. Then the inevitable; he insisted I got on top, boob in each hand and made me relate my weekend with Freya. I must admit we both got off on that. He wouldn’t admit or enlarge as to his ‘relationship’ with Freya, and I didn’t admit to already knowing. She and I have a little surprise for him at the conference, so testing the bed is purely research. Wonderful to be with him, yes I am very fond of him. A nice lazy bonk in the morning, breakfast and on the road home at 7am.
Mark greeted me in the kitchen, asked if I’d had a good time, undid the two buttons on my blazer dress and made me relate the ins and outs, as he put it, from last night. Second one of the day, and it’s only 9.30. Phoned into the office, all’s well. In reality Sandra could easily run that office on her own. But I’ll just take the money. So I spent most of Friday preparing figures and presentation for the quarter end.
Another fun evening with Philip on Tuesday, shag in Wandsworth, meeting in the London offices Wednesday. My life is filled with excitement. Yep, as exciting as it sounds, not. All went well. It’s always good to see the London crowd. I wore my black two piece business suit, white blouse and heels, I was even looking forward to a grope and kiss from ‘wonderful’ Frank, he didn’t disappoint. The board meeting was a very bored meeting, but I did attend the ‘boys lunch’ this time. Very swanky club (they have to allow women in now, haha), the waiting staff were old school and were ‘sniffy’ but nice (women in the club, gosh), but I was charming and things went well. Fabulous lunch, incredible wines and as I was the only woman and 7 guys, rather borderline bawdy humour. Still, 3pm, I made my excuses and slipped away. I think Philip was hoping for another night of ….
Picked up my car at Philips apartment, no striptease for the cctv boys this time. Homeward bound, roof up and listened to the music. Looking forward to taking Cheryl for her therapy session, hehe. That’s Wednesday.
More to follow. Lots of love, Dawn xx
He says there’s a principle involved. I’d call it something else!! The pool is now marked out, after several trial locations in the garden and input from the dil’s, who know best of course. We’re in a Conservation area, so Roger is checking for any hurdles his side and I’m doing the legal enquiries.
Mark and I had deep conversations about my acquiring men friends; he says - too much, time for a clear out. He’ll accept Tony and Ray stay as they’re great and mutual friends, I asked for Kit; and Remi, (as and when for therapy purposes only of course), especially as I have arranged for Cheryl to go up to Richmond, I have to go with her, the poor nervous thing, it’s only right. Freya, although I doubt that will have any frequency, was accepted. So that means Mike is out and Philip only at quarter end business meetings.
However as I sulk so well, he agreed to ‘spur of the moment’ arrangements like the old days as he put it. Oh, weekends are out; including Friday nights. He pushed for no overnighters, but I pushed back, so to speak.
So, Tuesday I had lunch with Mike in Chichester. The relationship was losing it’s shine for me anyway, though he was working hard to keep it afloat, and I’ve spent a small fortune on 2 old cars for Mark and I. Strangely he’s working hard at work too, said his employers (3 days per week) ‘couldn’t fuck things up any worse; digging their own graves. Very despondent, certainly depressed, says it’s time to retire (like he needs the money). So when I used the excuse that ‘Mark suspects’ and we should cool it for a while. He laughed, said ‘Great, just what I need’, paid the bill and left me on my own in the restaurant. Well that’s that then. Back to the office, a little sad but a huge weight removed from my shoulders. Sandra (Sec) said it's for the best.
Thursday evening straight from the office; Kit. I met him at a lovely hotel near Bracknell for dinner, he’s exploring sites for his end October C-Level Group meeting/get together. I’m just the second opinion. I wore my dark green blazer dress he said he liked when we first met, just above the knee, showing enough cleavage and thigh to encourage the casual observer to ponder ‘is there anything under it’, which of course, there isn’t. After dinner, we had drinks at the bar where we were ‘befriended’ by two businessmen. They spoke to Kit as a fellow businessman and me as the ‘girlfriend with benefits’; while openly looking up my skirt and down my front, which I assisted by climbing on and off my bar stool. They had absolutely no class whatsoever, and no chance!! A great tease though, and Kit loved it.
In our rather lovely room was a large bed, and so it all began. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, judging by his very spirited performances - he must have missed me. Then the inevitable; he insisted I got on top, boob in each hand and made me relate my weekend with Freya. I must admit we both got off on that. He wouldn’t admit or enlarge as to his ‘relationship’ with Freya, and I didn’t admit to already knowing. She and I have a little surprise for him at the conference, so testing the bed is purely research. Wonderful to be with him, yes I am very fond of him. A nice lazy bonk in the morning, breakfast and on the road home at 7am.
Mark greeted me in the kitchen, asked if I’d had a good time, undid the two buttons on my blazer dress and made me relate the ins and outs, as he put it, from last night. Second one of the day, and it’s only 9.30. Phoned into the office, all’s well. In reality Sandra could easily run that office on her own. But I’ll just take the money. So I spent most of Friday preparing figures and presentation for the quarter end.
Another fun evening with Philip on Tuesday, shag in Wandsworth, meeting in the London offices Wednesday. My life is filled with excitement. Yep, as exciting as it sounds, not. All went well. It’s always good to see the London crowd. I wore my black two piece business suit, white blouse and heels, I was even looking forward to a grope and kiss from ‘wonderful’ Frank, he didn’t disappoint. The board meeting was a very bored meeting, but I did attend the ‘boys lunch’ this time. Very swanky club (they have to allow women in now, haha), the waiting staff were old school and were ‘sniffy’ but nice (women in the club, gosh), but I was charming and things went well. Fabulous lunch, incredible wines and as I was the only woman and 7 guys, rather borderline bawdy humour. Still, 3pm, I made my excuses and slipped away. I think Philip was hoping for another night of ….
Picked up my car at Philips apartment, no striptease for the cctv boys this time. Homeward bound, roof up and listened to the music. Looking forward to taking Cheryl for her therapy session, hehe. That’s Wednesday.
More to follow. Lots of love, Dawn xx