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

[Cuckcuckgoose1]

I happy you are cutting back Dawn. I was using an excel spreadsheet to keep track of your exploits.

[boobman987]

Thanks for another fascinating update Dawn.

Dawn; . . . Roger the builder has erected a 6 metre flag pole in the front garden, great?!!
. . .

Is that a euphemism for his attraction to you?

Looking forward to your next update, when time permits.

I hope we will be getting an update from Mark shortly.

[venus-can99]

Thanks for the update Dawn. Since Mark didn't say anything about Roger the builder, I guess he is still on your list
Hope we hear from Mark about the flag kerfuffle

[Late]

Hopefully this isn't considered off topic or too political, but I am curious about the "St George" issue. I am on the other side of the pond and am totally oblivious to the significance. If you don't want to get into it just tell me to google it and we can move on.

I do love and appreciate both of you for giving us enjoyable and enlightening updates. Hopefully you guys are enjoying keeping us informed so that the updates continue.

Thanks

Late

[ocean]

Hi Late thanks for the message. To answer your question about the Flag of St George; The flag of St George is actually the English flag (white background and red cross), the Cross Of St Andrew (light blue background and diagonal white cross (Saltire) this is the Scottish flag and the Welsh flag is background of white half over green half with a splendid Red Dragon emblazoned.
The Union flag is the combination of all of UK flags including Northern Ireland. Often referred to as the Union Jack (wrongly) it is the Union Flag, the ‘jack’ bit is the flag pole at the bow of a British warship. I hope I have explained it properly for you. Anyone feel free to correct of amend please.

The reason for my annoyance in the pub, was because of an entitled bloody woman who, after villagers in our community wanted to show our pride in our country and display flags in the village. This damned woman cut them down, without having the good manners to fall off her step ladder and break her neck! Then decided to come into the pub and berate us for being loud of our country. Sometimes a button gets pressed; and I got into a row (it really was not my fight) but having served in the British armed forces for 9 years overseas and lost friends, it was a step too far. So she got both barrels (metaphorically speaking).

I do wish we had the national fervour you guys in the US have to proudly display and get behind your flag. Rant over.

Regards Mark.

[venus-can99]

Thanks for the explainer on the flags and the flag flap Mark. I just learnt that UK flag is Union Flag not the Union "Jack"

[Late]

Mark:
Thanks for the response. Again, not to go off topic, which is awesome, but I am seeing more and more of that same disrespect for flag and country here as well. I guess having served as well (4 yrs in Navy) may be why I am responsive to that same button as you are. Anyway, back to our regular programing. How is it going with your new vehicles? Who is driving what, and how are they serving you?

Late

[boobman987]

You’ve explained it perfectly Mark. It would be great if we Brits knew the right way to fly the Union flag - so many around here are flying upside down!

How’s the flying and exams going? Have you been solo yet?

[54321]

She and I have a little surprise for him at the conference

I can imagine...

[wemightjust]

Thanks for the explainer on the flags and the flag flap Mark. I just learnt that UK flag is Union Flag not the Union "Jack"
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Traditionally it is the union flag when on land and union jack while at sea. When at sea the flag was on a jack staff (small flag pole).. although these terms have been interchangeable for years..

[venus-can99]

Traditionally it is the union flag when on land and union jack while at sea. When at sea the flag was on a jack staff (small flag pole).. although these terms have been interchangeable for years..

Thank you.

[ocean]

Mark; My turn - I did say she'd take over, just sayin'.
I’m pleased to announce I have 35 hours flying time, 4 more exams to go and a CAA examiner to face, so no pressure. Tony wants to have a look at a more modern single engine plane as he has someone interested in the Piper. Still keen on a gyro, more exams and training, Tony thinks they’re a toy. I like Lurkers ‘Beaver’ idea, great for Lakes.

Late ; My wife bought me a Mercedes 300SL, 1988 in white, very ‘Dallas’, from one of her ‘friends’ collection then, rather selfishly, adopted it for herself. Her new MB E320 Coupe went to my son for work. Then she (I suspect through guilt) bought me a 4.2 ltre, 1993 (I think) L reg., low mileage Range Rover LSE from the same ‘friend’s’ collection which I’ve actually been allowed to keep for myself. The farm track to the airstrip gets pretty muddy, so the 4 x 4 comes in useful, it’s pretty and not too many on the road, quirky but lovely. My work car is a MB S350d car, through my company, which I love, even though the she, the ‘Colonel’ says it’s an old man’s car. At 59, I am an old man. Only thing, I should have bought it in dark blue, not gold.

Apart from entertaining Dawn, my life has been quite quiet. Mainly listening to her and her little mischiefs. We did discuss a tightening of the, I call them rules, she refers to them as guidelines; we’re currently deliberating over overnighters, we’ll see. The pool site is now confirmed after being placed all over my garden, the regulations and legals are being dealt with by Dawn and Roger (surprise), he's made a lot of money from over the years, not to mention fringe benefits, anyway it’s looking good. Speaking of that my errant dil’s seem to have thankfully gone quiet for the moment, my sons are doing well at work, they appear happy. I'd like to hand over the reigns on my 60th, next August. My 2i/c feels he can knock them into shape, he’ll be overseeing and I will be hovering around like the Grim Reaper.

The lovely Lisa hasn’t been around lately, though I did get a phone call from her boss, Christophe, to say thank you for the flag pole outside my offices, looking forward to seeing the French tricolour being flown on Bastille Day, by the way Mark, Lisa is as ‘miserable as sin’. OK I get the hint.
Speaking of The French, Dawn's just left to collect Cheryl, taking her to her Frenchman for a good beating, as any good friend would do. Though she is wearing her kinky leather trousers (and looking really hot), I’ll let her tell you all about it - after she’s told me all about it.

Not much more to add except Dawn’s been invited to a class reunion. A cross between Macbeth and the Women’s Institute, hahaha. She can't duck it. 'Revenge is mine'. So good. oops sounding like Trump there.

Take care everyone... Kindest regards. Mark.

[boobman987]

Thanks for a great update Mark, I’m glad things are going well.

Mark; My turn - I did say she'd take over, just sayin'.
I’m pleased to announce I have 35 hours flying time, 4 more exams to go and a CAA examiner to face, so no pressure. Tony wants to have a look at a more modern single engine plane as he has someone interested in the Piper. Still keen on a gyro, more exams and training, Tony thinks they’re a toy. I like Lurkers ‘Beaver’ idea, great for Lakes.

Congratulations on working your way through the aviation exams Mark. Don’t worry about the CAA examiner, just think of them as one of your newly recruited squaddies - you have the knowledge to impart.

. . .
Not much more to add except Dawn’s been invited to a class reunion. A cross between Macbeth and the Women’s Institute, hahaha. She can't duck it. 'Revenge is mine'. So good. oops sounding like Trump there.

Take care everyone... Kindest regards. Mark.

Will Geoff come to fore and be Dawn’s chauffeur for the night?

I suspect that Dawn will have you on speed dial so she can call you to escape from the reunion. School reunions as we know can be hellish.

[Long Lurker 34]

Mark; My turn - I did say she'd take over, just sayin'.
I’m pleased to announce I have 35 hours flying time, 4 more exams to go and a CAA examiner to face, so no pressure. Tony wants to have a look at a more modern single engine plane as he has someone interested in the Piper. Still keen on a gyro, more exams and training, Tony thinks they’re a toy. I like Lurkers ‘Beaver’ idea, great for Lakes.

Late ; My wife bought me a Mercedes 300SL, 1988 in white, very ‘Dallas’, from one of her ‘friends’ collection then, rather selfishly, adopted it for herself. Her new MB E320 Coupe went to my son for work. Then she (I suspect through guilt) bought me a 4.2 ltre, 1993 (I think) L reg., low mileage Range Rover LSE from the same ‘friend’s’ collection which I’ve actually been allowed to keep for myself. The farm track to the airstrip gets pretty muddy, so the 4 x 4 comes in useful, it’s pretty and not too many on the road, quirky but lovely. My work car is a MB S350d car, through my company, which I love, even though the she, the ‘Colonel’ says it’s an old man’s car. At 59, I am an old man. Only thing, I should have bought it in dark blue, not gold.

Apart from entertaining Dawn, my life has been quite quiet. Mainly listening to her and her little mischiefs. We did discuss a tightening of the, I call them rules, she refers to them as guidelines; we’re currently deliberating over overnighters, we’ll see. The pool site is now confirmed after being placed all over my garden, the regulations and legals are being dealt with by Dawn and Roger (surprise), he's made a lot of money from over the years, not to mention fringe benefits, anyway it’s looking good. Speaking of that my errant dil’s seem to have thankfully gone quiet for the moment, my sons are doing well at work, they appear happy. I'd like to hand over the reigns on my 60th, next August. My 2i/c feels he can knock them into shape, he’ll be overseeing and I will be hovering around like the Grim Reaper.

The lovely Lisa hasn’t been around lately, though I did get a phone call from her boss, Christophe, to say thank you for the flag pole outside my offices, looking forward to seeing the French tricolour being flown on Bastille Day, by the way Mark, Lisa is as ‘miserable as sin’. OK I get the hint.
Speaking of The French, Dawn's just left to collect Cheryl, taking her to her Frenchman for a good beating, as any good friend would do. Though she is wearing her kinky leather trousers (and looking really hot), I’ll let her tell you all about it - after she’s told me all about it.

Not much more to add except Dawn’s been invited to a class reunion. A cross between Macbeth and the Women’s Institute, hahaha. She can't duck it. 'Revenge is mine'. So good. oops sounding like Trump there.

Take care everyone... Kindest regards. Mark.

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- They do come with wheels too. Floats, more training and maybe more testing.
- Used to strap canoes to the floats and fly into nameless lakes and bush whack our way back "in the day". Sigh.
- If it should come to pass, with a rotary engine, I will warn you they are LOUD!! You wouldn't even hear your old CSM if he was yelling in your ear.
- And of course good if you want to haul something heavy.
- Right time for Dawn to get you a walking stick with a brass Royal Marine grip for Christmas.
- Rather sounds like that fictional primary English girls school I recall my Mother mentioning.

[ocean]

Dawn; I was so tired yesterday that I couldn’t type up my update until today in my office. I’ve spoken at length with Cheryl on the phone, also Remi. I was going to say she’s fine, but she’s more than fine, in body, but more importantly in mind. She is going to get proper tlc+ from Remi and his new little helper which has caused a change in direction. All will be revealed as you read on.

In-between Mark upping his flying hours and ploughing through books, his story to tell, we’ve been having deep and meaningful conversations. He laid down the law; Do I need all of these ‘friends’? No. Weekends are out. Seems fair. No overnighters; we’ll talk about the last bit? He felt a bit down. Was he too vanilla? He even offered to take me to the room and give me a good thrashing. I gave him a truly loving kiss, told him, as a man and a lover he was wonderful and definitely the go-to. I loved his easy going attitude, his kind love making, his ability to make me come every time, sometimes multiples and has done since day one (probably why I got pregnant so quickly after we met) and his huge achievements in life. I knew he just couldn’t hurt me in any way, so going to the room wasn’t going to happen, it just wasn’t him; but I did offer to do it for him, he said he’d think about that, haha. I identify and relate people with different m.o.’s like Remi and Marcus, even Mike for the rough stuff, which has it’s own attractions, pleasures and place in my life. It appears I do tend to attract them, for good or ill. Philip - now that’s vanilla!

Monday, I’d been talking to Remi on the phone, with a rundown of Cheryl and what to expect - probably her running off down the road? He was comfortable he could and would help her with her low self esteem and her inner demons. Don’t be alarmed, he’s a qualified psychologist, in France and legally practiced when he came to UK, just opted with Kerry to be a restauranteur instead. Waste really all that studying, training, qualifications. It will definitely be good for Cheryl, she’s been through some shit times over the last fewyears and she kept it to herself.

Wednesday - I picked up a very nervous Cheryl from home,(I told her it was excitement). After a sift through her wardrobe we found a sexy sleeveless emerald green dress, above the knee, low cut, zipped front all the way from hem to ample bosom. The colour and cut showed off her bobbed strawberry blond hair, creamy pale skin and her lovely… wow, what a cleavage. Going to blow Remi’s mind.
Me - I was wearing my tan leather trousers and loose beige jumper and heels. The drive up was a little tense, so I stopped at my favourite country pub in Chiddingfold, The Crown and made her drink a large gin&tonic; oh the joys of being the driver, I had a tonic with ice. Apart from the Dutch courage, several guys who were having a ‘drink before home’ meet up and made quite the fuss of Cheryl now 2 g&t’s down, boosted her confidence no end!

We arrived at Remi’s bar to be greeted by Kerry, Remi’s business partner/tattooist and all round good friend (of Ray my friend). Just back from seeing his family in Cape Town. We had drinks, Cheryl’s confidence just needed topping up, white wine this time. Remi joined us, along with Marcus, my favourite young black guy, who it turns out, as well as Remi’s wine supplier is now his and Kerry’s protege. Remi gave me big hugs, kisses and feels, Marcus’ eyes devoured Cheryl’s chest, he didn’t pretend otherwise. Maybe I’m feeling a little jealous, I enjoy a romp with him? We were also joined by a blonde, bit younger than me (45 ish) who draped herself around Kerry (maybe let’s not mention it to Ray). To be fair she was strikingly attractive, blue eyes, long black hair, nice tan. She wore black leather trousers and a black leather waistcoat, a couple of buttons undone, nice. Beautiful bust, enhanced with a tattoo, which had me totally spellbound. That’s it; that’s the one. It was about 3 inches long, red eyed emerald green salamander climbing down the inside slope of her right breast. I was obviously staring, as Anne, as she introduced herself, asked if liked it. I said I loved it and looked at Kerry almost pleading. He asked where I wanted it? I said,’ I don’t know, but I want it’. He laughed, it would be a pleasure. Anne wasn’t phased at all. Now I need to work out where my Salamander will live. I have a Scorpio scorpion to the side of my pussy, I don’t want any fighting or overcrowding. So, where?

Meanwhile Remi had been chatting to Cheryl and putting her at her ease. He suggested they go and have a look at his room; she seemed at ease now, so got up and went with him. He waved to Marcus and I to follow. He was so nice to her, he said he knew a little of her previous experiences and her interest in ‘this lifestyle’ as he put it, she was not to worry she’d enjoy it, her shoulders actually dropped with relief. The room was as calming as possible, the instruments of torture were tucked away in the cupboards, the room even smelled sweet, just the hoist and the massage/kneeling bench on view (though complete with restraints). Well done you! He made it very clear, if she said stop, it stopped. Yes,she was happy. I blew her a kiss, she smiled.

He removed her dress, her shoes; she stood in just her bra and thong - she looked so exciting! Remi pulled her bra straps clear of her arms, supporting her stunning white tits. She was shaking but allowed Remi to tie her wrists to the hoist. He kissed her gently, then harder, hoisted her arm above her head then removed her bra, squeezing those boobs. Marcus was stood behind me at the back of the room, watching, just watching, quiet and out of her eye line, though she knew we were there.

Remi hoisted her arms over her head with her feet still flat on the ground, kissed her again while slipping off her thong. He weighed those generous boobs, squeezing the nipples. They had no problem standing out for Remi. It was Marcus who almost choked at the sight of Cheryls magnificent body, my boobs in his hands got an extra hard squeeze, I don’t think he realised he’d been holding his breath, haha. Though we were still dressed, I was very wet. Cheryl was raised a bit more onto the balls of her feet, all good so far. Remi started to use the flail gently at first then increasing the force. She was clearly immersed in it, oh she is definitely inclined this way! Her body swayed and gasped at each stroke, looking good.

Obviously pre-arranged, Remi nodded to Marcus, who took off his shirt and trousers, standing only in small slips, black of course with a large bulge giving away his state, I did give it a squeeze. He took over the flail, Remi gripped my arm, said to we should go upstairs to his apartment, let her settle. Remi felt tonight was Cheryl’s night. I was so torn between a good fuck and watching Cheryl get the Marcus treatment from that lovely black cock. Choice was removed. He added he’d be happy to help with her emotions, self esteem and shake off the past. She had already agreed to some sessions earlier in the bar, hmm I think there's an agenda and I’m not included.

Meanwhile, Remi gave me some good old French therapy. I must admit my mind was thinking of Marcus fucking the living daylights out of Cheryl. I did come several times, rather noisily, which was good for Remi’s ego and my wellbeing. About an hour or so we were joined by a, happy, naked and oiled Cheryl and a rather sweaty Marcus, hmm maybe she gave as good as she got. Big smiles all round so it obviously went well. We had a little swap, no 3somes, Marcus gave me the benefit of that lovely big cock. I enjoyed watching Remi slip into a very bubbly Cheryl’s ginger pussy and wallow in those magnificent tits. Hmm, if I had a boob job to Cheryl’s size, would Mark wallow in mine? Answers on a postcard…

1.30am. Cheryl has to go to work and I sort of have to too, so we hit the road, big kisses and hugs goodbye. Remi was pissed off I couldn’t stay; next time.
Well; on the way home ….. Cheryl was like an excited teenager. Well? Marcus had given her the flailing treatment quite firmly on her back, thighs, chest, oh plenty of attention to her chest. He clamped and weighted her nipples, gave her a bit stronger treatment, pulling her long red hair, she said he was mesmerised by the ginger tuft of hair above her pale pink pussy; especially after putting her on the kneeling bench, they both watched that big black cock disappear. He made her take him it all the way down her throat. I said that he’d tried to do that to me, but I couldn’t. She looked at me as if I was stupid. Turns out this was something she’s done for ever and regarded as the norm. I shouldn’t have been surprised, she’s the one who talked me into anal for a distant ex, and now others. Surprisingly Marcus didn’t try that with her, I did say it was a big cock, she didn’t think it would be a problem, he’s still not coming near my arse with it.

She said she’d had a way better time than expected; yes she agreed to see Remi for more of the same and she felt confident he could help her exorcise some old demons, she didn’t enlarge too much, but I knew. Yes she wanted a load more of the Marcus’ attention. Then suddenly said, ‘Oh Christ I’m not treading on your toes am I?’ I gave her hand a squeeze said no, but she had to give me the dirty details each time over wine later. It was now 2.45am when I dropped her off, the poor darling was going to be exhausted at work.

I snuggled up with Mark, who sprang wide awake and asked… I said I’d tell him in the morning and slept the sleep of the Just (or just after), 9am, made my phone calls, brought coffee into Mark’s study and over a gentle grope told him the dirty facts, left for the office to write this up. I’m seeing Kit tonight, Friday, got the ok on an all nighter, it cost me a serious blow job, but it will be worth it, for me, Kit and Mark.

There’s more, but this is too long already, sorry. Oh somehow I have a school friends catch up lunch next week. Oh God, can’t wait!!??

More soon. Lots of love Dawn xx

[boobman987]

Why an erotic update Dawn, thanks for sharing.

You seem quite enamoured by Cheryl’s bosom, is it much larger than yours? You also seem to be adding voyeurism to you traits “ I was so torn between a good fuck and watching Cheryl get the Marcus treatment from that lovely black cock.”

I for one am looking forward to the rest of this stunning update, when time and circumstances permit.

[pixmangurn]

Can't wait for the next installment!

[ocean]

Dawn; Cheryl called round with a bottle of bubbles and a huge box of chocolates, I made us supper and we drank the lot and laughed about her moving on in her life. The bubbles loosened her tongue quite a bit. It appeared the ‘Apprentice’, Marcus, had done good! She said she felt scared and excited in even measures, he had applied ‘the whip’ firmly yet made it a pleasurable experience which she wants to get involved in, but where locally? and with who can you trust? She has a very good and responsible job which wouldn’t look too kindly on her s&m hobbies. While it becoming known she’s having your brains fucked out by a big beautiful black guy - well, that can only end in promotion!!
He did, by the way! Fucked her brains out that is.

She said it was wonderful, the roughness, his size (not just his cock), skin colour and the variety. I can vouch for all of that. She found it difficult to understand how I couldn’t take all that cock down my throat, well I can’t. I asked if they’d had anal, she smiled and said not yet but it’s on the menu, that’s gonna hurt. It didn’t seem to put her off.
We agreed it was a shame we couldn’t stay the night, ‘next time’ she’d arrange 2 days off for Remi and Marcus’s ‘mind and body classes’. Stepping on my toes obviously forgotten?! She did thank me saying it was the most fun she’d had for years. The boyfriend from work was still ongoing but now viewed a little tame, I said regular sex between treats, she liked that. So happy for Cheryl, if anyone deserves a happy break, it’s her. I’d would still die for her tits!! We did have a kiss and cuddle on the sofa, and yes I did unleash those boobs and yes they are big and soft and Marcus was entranced by them… she said they are about 2 sizes bigger than me and I’m a D. She’s very fond of Mark and he has a full pass from me. Horse to water??

I had a lovely boozy dinner with Kit on Friday, at a little out of the way hotel out in the country north of Chichester, so not far to drive home in the morning. As it wasn’t warm, I had on a fleecy brown button front blouse, I thought there was plenty on show but he didn’t so…, a shortish tan pleated skirt, with sheer hold-ups (not on show) to keep my legs warm, oh and tan heels of course. It was so good to see him. His wife and he are getting on way better after their holiday, which he said allowed them to be honest with each other and clear the air. She admitted to her indiscretions, which they agreed would be ongoing, her giving him all the smutty details (same as me, though he thinks we’re having an affair); however the bastard lied to her by omission; no mention of me, or Freya for that matter. He asked me to stay the night at his ‘big bosses’ gathering at the Bracknell hotel on 30th, he teased me about Freya, said it was a shame she wasn’t staying over I could have stayed the night with her instead; yes, that is a shame, I’ll keep that one to myself, haha. We got to bed, where he discovered my stockings, insisting skirt and blouse off. I let him do the work this time and just enjoyed the attention. He still wanted me to recount some of the activity of what Freya and I got up to, insisting Freya hadn’t gone into much detail, as friends do of course. Slow morning bonk, shower then breakfast and home.

Lovely Mark made me coffee, quick recap about yesterday, shag, another shower, warm jumper and jeans then off to Marks and Spencers for the weekly shop. We went to the local pub Saturday evening in my car as it was out, not the best in bad weather, rain pounding on the soft top, weak headlights, this is where technology shows, it’s really suited to warm sunny days.

Our good friend Pete the farmer was there with his wife Theresa, obviously been there a while, and a few others. Pete had his Jag XK8 (his toy) outside. A real beauty in metallic mid green, cream leather, black soft top. I admired it to his great delight. Well I had to mention it, didn’t I? Would I like to go for a spin in it? Yes. He’d had drink (only lived a mile from the pub) but I hadn’t so would I drive. I looked at Theresa, who grinned, Mark said what a good idea. Bastard! Mark was going to ask Pete for a favour, as our garden backed onto his fields, would it be possible to shift the earth from the pool, from Roger’s digger perhaps onto his fields with his tractor and trailer??? In any case he and Theresa knew Pete had the hots for me, likewise Theresa was keen on Mark we’d just never done anything about it. To be fair Pete was pretty ok in a rugged sort of a way. So we took the Jag for a spin.

Wow, so smooth, comfortable, quiet, still a noisy roof in the rain, but really nice. Huge bonnet to look over, I had a boyfriend (before Mark) had an ‘E’ type Jag and this was so so reminiscent, he was crap in bed. However Pete said it was temperamental and unreliable. Obviously male!! Anyway, we’re out in the country, no cars, no houses, I had to stop at a junction… and of course he leaned over to kiss me. Ah why not? Big snog, his big calloused hands up my jumper squeezing my tits. Hmm like Remi, but not as finessed. Thankfully I still had on tight jeans and no space in the car, so I could stop play and suggest we’d better get back before we’re missed. Which we did and we weren’t. Mark had done the deal of the soil removal with Theresa. Grinning, she asked if the performance was as expected, I actually blushed. She said he’d be very happy over the weekend and she’d have to do some work. I didn’t comment.

Other news; having lunch with Ray next week, Kit’s meeting (and Freya) on 30th. Next Sunday we have the kids for Sunday lunch. I am seeing Kit two or three times a month by mutual agreement, no problems. Which leaves room for Mark and maybe some extra fun, who knows?
School reunion lunch on Thursday in Worthing, I am so dreading this, but I can't say no. There were a couple of girls I was really good friends with, but others, not so much. The whole thing was organised by Abigail, the posh bitch, perhaps she won't be able to make it?!!
Thank you for the suggestions for my new salamander tattoo, my bum, the side of my rib cage (sounds painful), shoulder, obviously my boob, not sure. Genuinely, a big thank you for your input and the private messages, it is so very encouraging; and some 'unusual' ideas. Greta to hear about your experiences, haha.

Well that's all for now, Lots of love, Dawn xx

[skoot1958]

Dawn great update, as for Cheryl request “but where locally? and with who can you trust” hum…. Someone that has kit at home and a man she likes….. is it time to get Mark into training

There will be a S&M community locally, like there is swinging groups, but can you trust them…. That the hard one, as you do not know these people

[boobman987]

Another fantastic update Dawn, and thanks for all the details of the clothing you were wearing for Kit.

If you still have the equipment in your spare room, perhaps you could dust it down and use the items on Cheryl to keep her interested while she’s awaiting another meeting with Remi and Marcus.

I hope it all goes well tomorrow.

[ocean]

Dawn; In the office preparing figures and things ready for the TEAMS meeting for the Practice on Friday, so thought I'd catch up. I hope you're all well.

School reunion, part horror, part fun. I haven’t seen any of the 10 girls who turned up for years. I was always the wild one, a response to the crushing upbringing of a domineering mother no doubt, and the one viewed as most likely to go down the pan. No-one had bothered about me or knew anything about me, my job, my family.
So I made the effort to look good, a little understated but classy. I wore an expensive dark blue button up jump suit, unbuttoned to a modestly good cleavage. I have a bloody good figure (Mark says, and I know it), I’ve worked hard to keep it and I wanted to show it. My nice jewellery and rings and my gold Rolex. I admit to wanting to give off a ‘fuck you’ message. Perhaps a little insecure and definitely juvenile.

The pub/restaurant was just outside Worthing, really quite nice. Some of the girls were pleased to see me, my old friend Jennifer gave me hugs, others though not hostile, weren’t too pleased. I was so happy to see some of them had really piled on the pounds, others had just got old. Oh, thank you God! The organiser (or bossy ring leader) Abi as she was then, was now ‘posh’ Abigail, definitely lumpy and had acquired an accent that was definitely not Sussex. I was given a cursory waive of welcome, which told me my place. It became obvious that this was a regular thing every couple of months; to which I had never been invited, and was only here because Jennifer had insisted. I was clearly still the black sheep.

As the meal continued the wine flowed, tongues were loosened and some sharp comments came my way, I smiled and ignored. One of the girl’s, Emily, was friendly and a little inebriated seemed upset, she was a solicitor who due to her office closing and relocating had decided to look around, but hadn’t had much luck finding a new job. I said that I worked at a solicitors and our Brighton office could do with some decent new blood. Posh Abigail, who hadn’t spoken to me but had been earwigging, said secretary’s couldn’t make those offers, maybe her husbands accountancy firm could help. I completely ignored the bitch and handed Emily my card, put my personal mobile and email on the back and told her to send me her CV and I would pass it to the right person - Philip. He was still interviewing for the Brighton office, right time, right place Emily. At ‘Abi’s’ insistence Emily showed Abi my card, saw my title. Face like a smacked arse!!! More juvenile pleasure! Suddenly I was in the in-crowd. No thank you, though I would keep in touch with Jennifer and Emily. Abi, whenever I called her that made her wince, suddenly wanted to know where I lived, that upset her more and knew exactly where it was, did I marry that army bloke who got me pregnant, (can’t let it go can you, bitch), yes, he was Navy actually. What did he do now? It turns out, her husband’s (small) firm was one of Marks’s accounts, supplies his IT and print equipment. No he doesn't work there, he owns it! I hate arse kissers which is what she now became. God I so wanted to go, I said I had to leave and how lovely it had been to see them. And escaped. True to her word, Emily emailed her CV to me which I’ll pass to Philip with my recommendation.

We had the kids coming round for Sunday lunch supposedly at 1, so Mark hopped in the hot tub at 12 while I cooked, only for James and Liz to arrive 12.15. She saw Mark in the tub and was about to rush out to join him when I handed her a pair of shorts as he was in the buff. An unaware and relaxed Mark, listening to music was suddenly confronted by Liz who stripped to her pants and hopped in, gave him a kiss on the cheek, I suspect rubbed her tits against him and handed him his shorts. God she has a big bust and a lovely figure. Mark’s shock was so funny, jumping out of his skin and grabbing his shorts to ‘make himself decent’. He said he was shocked, but I don’t think so. James and I just rolled about laughing, lunch was a great hoot. When they all left, Mark was very randy, so he wasn’t that upset at seeing (and feeling) Liz’s boobs and her skimpy pants didn't hide anything.

Busy week coming up, Kit Thursday at his big boys meeting in Bracknell, he thinks Freya has to go home, haha. Friday I have to whizz down to the office for a TEAMS meeting. I’ll bring Emily up for Brighton office, helping the competition always looks good. Cheryl and I speak a couple of times a week now, she’s seems so much brighter. Got to arrange to go and spend a weekend with Ray, Mark sees Tony about once every week/10 days on the flying front, and the bar. Life seems so much simpler and happier.

I’ll update when there’s something to tell you. Hope everyone’s well.

Lots of love, Dawn xx

[Late]

Dawn:
The phrase that comes to mind is "karma's a bitch". How about "pay back is hell"? I suspect you would have regretted NOT doing it. And it was awesome that you didn't come in flaunting it, Abi actually forced you to do it. The neat part about it is that Emily, though not necessarily part of that crowd but does keep in contact with them, getting a job through you will be a constant reminder, a constant rub it in their faces, without you having to do anything further.

As far as Ray goes, your weekends are for Mark. Since he goes to see Tony wouldn't it be appropriate to "tag along", with the understanding that you will stay out of the way while he and Tony do their thing? Just a thought.

As always, thanks for the updates. They are refreshing and you give enough detail that we can live it through you vicariously.

Late

[54321]

I was so happy to see some of them had really piled on the pounds, others had just got old...

Well aint that a shame!

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[boobman987]

Another wonderful update Dawn.

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He was still interviewing for the Brighton office, right time, right place Emily. At ‘Abi’s’ insistence Emily showed Abi my card, saw my title. Face like a smacked arse!!!

You definitely aced it Dawn well done and 1 up to you

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She saw Mark in the tub and was about to rush out to join him when I handed her a pair of shorts as he was in the buff. An unaware and relaxed Mark, listening to music was suddenly confronted by Liz who stripped to her pants and hopped in, gave him a kiss on the cheek, I suspect rubbed her tits against him and handed him his shorts. God she has a big bust and a lovely figure. Mark’s shock was so funny, jumping out of his skin and grabbing his shorts to ‘make himself decent’. He said he was shocked, but I don’t think so. James and I just rolled about laughing, lunch was a great hoot. When they all left, Mark was very randy, so he wasn’t that upset at seeing (and feeling) Liz’s boobs and her skimpy pants didn't hide anything.

Wow, Mark must have done a grand job at hiding his ‘ ’. I know that I would have risen after such an occasion

[skoot1958]

Dawn as you out Thursday all night, have your arranged for Cheryl to come over and try out the hot tub with Mark

Time to get Marks head out of the flight books and back between legs