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

[Ange56KevC]

Hi what I can’t understand is this, you got cameras everywhere but the places they should be if you can get 2-3 in the room they use connected to your cloud. Also why when your outside don’t you take pictures with the phone but no flash ,

[Ange56KevC]

Could be she got taken and airtight

[ocean]

Mark: Hi everyone, my activities have been low key compared to Dawn's, however, I've been studying like crazy, final written then my flight exam. I have to be honest this is the hardest thing I have EVER done. Mind- scrambled. I dread to think where I’d be if I had to hold down a job as well. Take my hat off to you guys.

Dawn is happy with her new Volvo - Brownie points for me. Birthday party this Saturday, I was hoping as a last minute invitation, there wouldn’t be many takers. There are loads of acceptances and others altering diaries, bugger. On the 2nd she’s doing her bit for the older generation in Malaga for a few days, hope she doesn’t kill him. Oh then pain, we have a wedding to go to, why?? I really am a fun person; honestly.

This, whilst I am utterly traumatised at what they’ve done to my garden, all in the name of Dawn’s duck pond. When we moved in here 8 years ago, we had a 6foot red brick wall at the front, two wooden gates hanging off, looked like a bloody prison. A decidedly iffy lawn back and front and a lovely set of fruit and other trees in the back garden around, 1/2 acre at the back. That is all changed in that the as you know the wall and gates have gone and the front looks fantastic, modesty? I bribed the head groundsman of the local golf course to resurrect my garden, which over 2 years (Saturdays) he did magnificently, I have a large robot lawnmower for the back lawn and a smaller one for the front, whilst it isn’t quite golf course, it’s (was) pretty damn close. Now - there’s an 8 feet deep, 40 foot by 20 foot hole. The hot tub is empty and set aside as it will be an adjunct to the pool. Then there’s the footings for the pool house and outside kitchen. Dawn and Roger's design. My poor 6 foot hawthorn hedge has a 10 foot gap in it at the back so horny Pete the farmer can get his trailer in for randy Roger’s digger to load the spoil and spread it on his fields. Thankfully, there are steel plates laid down so as not to turn what’s left of my lawn into a quagmire. Apart from that I’m so happy!!! She just doesn’t understand my pain and suffering.

On a lighter note, thanks for all of the responses, they are much appreciated. I don’t read Dawn’s DM’s, but she does tell me some of the suggestions and racy comments, clearly most please her, so keep them coming.

Ange56KevC, thanks for the input, to answer your question, we live in an out of the way little village near the South Downs National Park, a bit like Narnia, so there was huge need for 6 foot Hawthorne hedges and wall and railings to keep out the uninvited, being perhaps too security minded, I put up cameras around the house, the one facing the hot tub, well maybe not strictly security, but hot tub thieves ARE around! I wanted to put barbed wire (connected to the grid) but then we're back to the prison look. We agreed that internal cameras weren’t necessary as we each leave the curtains open for the other. In previous submissions here, I explained that I have submitted images of Dawn in ‘Hotties’. It would be a massive understatement to say Dawn went ballistic and I was in a very cold doghouse for several weeks. She is a senior lawyer in a large London practice, the risk of being exposed as being in the ‘Lifestyle’ would destroy years of hard work, reputation and her position. Me on the other hand, I own my own business and frankly most of my customers would probably love it. So no, there won’t be any more images published. Your second comment, ‘could be she got taken and airtight’, I’m afraid I don’t understand, perhaps you could help me?

Anyway, again thanks for the support and I’m sure Dawn will give you her next instalment, probably after the party. Kindest regards guys, Mark

[Ange56KevC]

Hi Ocean I’ve had to read this page 14,3times and my take on this is . Dawn seems to not want to communicate with you over Remi. She’s getting in too deep he’s going to keep on pushing her for the overnight and when it happens she will come back not only pierced to inked , What is happening to you happened to me after 25 years of marriage and it happened so fast after 7 meetings, she went out for a meet midweek and never returned.2 weeks later I was served , sorry buddy I’ve been here and don’t want you in the same place. Dawn maybe training up Cheryl as her possible future replacement, I’m just thinking aloud here hope I’m absolutely wrong. I’ll come back to the next page in a couple of days

[Cuckcuckgoose1]

Horny Pete and Randy Roger....lol. I love nicknames.

[curious42too]

Dawn and Mark,

I just caught up to your last entry after being riveted to your story! What a tremendous turn-on for both of you in this lifestyle!

Like others that follow along, I am tremendously envious of your life! What a treat that you have such a relationship.

I hope you continue the posts!

Tom

[ocean]

Dawn: As I am now a woman of a certain age, Mark, Tony and the lovely Ray arrived on Friday evening and took me to dinner in Arundel. It was really nice, even if the weather was foul. As usual, back for drinks and musical beds. Ending with Tony and Mark in separate rooms and Ray and I in the main bedroom. Don’t feel sorry for Mark, he said he had the best nights sleep for ages. Ray and I, well we had a lovely, gentle, easy night, that girl could kiss for India.

The morning of party night. Mark had arranged for caterers to do the food, he and Tony were sorting the wine and booze. To my surprise 2 dozen bottles of red and white arrived at midday, courtesy (and love) from Marcus and Remi. How lovely and thoughtful, I think perhaps a little prompt, it has been a little while. All was running fine, with just a few moans from Mark to Tony about his back garden looking like the bloody Somme.

Ray and I decided we’d start the ceremonial getting ready about 2.30 while despondent Mark watched with doom, gloom and low expectancy the Newcastle/ Manchester City game. In the end Newcastle won. Big smiles, now!!! After the match Mark skipped around the house making sure the outside lights were on and everything was readyish.

Ray looked magnificent in her coffee coloured silk jumpsuit, button front, but not many done up and definitely no bra, form fitting and what a figure she has. She has beautiful black shiny hair to her shoulders which set her outfit off to a T. Me, I wore a black silk wrap-over top, tied at the waist, sleeves but no collar. Low at the front, matched with my gold and black midi pleated skirt that just swirled as I walked. I felt great. Ray and I agreed - silk on nipple is just shivery; with the inevitable results. Both wore my Mademoiselle perfume so as not to clash. Ready to go. Tony decided to quality test the softness of the silk against my boobs, seems I passed. The boys - smart casual, shirt and trousers. Us girls get the the best choices. My only disappointment was Cheryl couldn’t make it, her mum isn't too good.

My family arrived around 5.30, just in time to miss any setting up work, typical. The girls looked lovely, even though Liz appeared dressed ready to get down to business, not the most modest of dresses and she's pretty busty. Everyone had made an effort, despite this world of super casual. So thank you one and all. There were some strange sights as you'd expect. I’d invited the school friends, Queen Bee ‘Abi’ and her condescending husband, especially to Mark which wasn't necessary, came in all false smiles (I swear he was taking an inventory of the house, and it wasn’t going the way he wanted), her eyes were everywhere (jealous bitch, ooh the pleasure I experienced). Jennifer and husband were great, said he’d heard all about me and was pleased that Jenny and I had caught up, said we were definitely to be at their son’s wedding. To my surprise, Emily arrived, looking sensational, with her partner Joanne, who was not as Mark expected; she was feminine, pretty and soo nice. Not a Doc Martin in sight. Their pairing hadn’t escaped the disapproving attention of Abi, who obviously didn’t know Emily was gay.

Emily asked for a word in private, the nearest room downstairs was our play room, which was deliberately decked out so all the casual observer saw was a fitness room. She’d brought me a present which I was to open tomorrow. It was to say 'hello again' after too many years, a thank you for my help in getting her away from ‘the gates of hell’; but mostly for not judging her. I felt truly humbled. It suddenly occurred to me, she was a very attractive woman, who’d had a tough time all in all. I put my hands on her hips, slowly kissed her cheek near her mouth, and then her mouth. Her eyebrows were on top of her head, but she did kiss back. I smiled into her mouth and said don’t worry Em, you have a friend. We kissed for a minute or so, wet but not open mouthed, then we broke off to go back to the party, she laughingly said I was full of surprises.

The party was going well and in full swing, music, lights, dancing, the buffet was busy and all was good. My secretary Sandra had arrived with her rather hunky husband. She looked stunning, black below the knee long sleeved dress with the deepest V front I’ve ever seen. Great tits it must be said, and there they were. A black rose tattoo on the inside of her right boob looked great, but made me think - maybe I won’t have my salamander there. I told her she looked soo sexy, then she kissed me on the mouth. My turn to be surprised, but I shouldn't have, after all we'd shown each other our markings in the office and exchanged war stories.

As the evening wore on, the dancing was smoochy, my 2 boys were becoming more pissed so I engaged them in motherly conversation, the hint was taken. Looking around, Tony was missing; Oh Christ, so was Liz (my dil)?!! I’ll cut his balls off! Pete was heavily engrossed with Ray. There was no sign of Theresa, Pete’s wife and I have no idea who she’d slipped away with; something else was amiss? No Sandra and no Mark?!! She always joked that she wanted to fuck Mark, and I’d given Mark a pass. I wonder? I’d get the juicy details from Mark later tonight, and Sandy’s version on Monday morning.

In Sandy’s bloody absence, I ended up at the bar with David, Sandy’s husband who was actually good fun; he didn’t know that I knew they were swingers and had been invited to their parties; maybe think about that? He was definitely chatting me up as well as feeling me up dancing in the lounge. I did say that my kids were there (somewhere) so he discreetly felt me up instead, good kisser. Very fanciable, I must admit. Still no sign of Sandy, but Liz had slipped in and was paying attention to her husband, my son James. No Tony though and, for that matter, Pete and Ray had gone awol. Just juvenile delinquents, all of them.

Mark surfaced in the kitchen to be harangued by Abi’s husband, who said the house was nice, shame about the garden. Give with one hand… Mark just said swimming pool mate, work in progress. So much more diplomatic than me, I’d have told him to fuck off. He asked Mark about his business, Mark said he already knew, the guy had obviously checked him out, then virtually said that Mark should be grateful that he was one of his customers. Luckily, green eyed Abi came into the kitchen, declared she had a migraine and wanted to go home. We both stifled a big smile and cheer, obviously there's only so much competition you can take (bitch that I am), Mark got her coat and they left. No handshake, kiss on the cheek. Oh to be a fly on the wall in their car. Not the bees knees anymore, eh?

Fortunately Nuala had stayed sober and reasonably well behaved, we hadn’t invited Roger because of any embarrassment around their liaison, so as designated driver she took the other three pissheads home, I’ll have words with those boys tomorrow. Around 2 the last of the guests were leaving, they’d been there since 6.30. Jenny and husband left, then Emily and Joanne said they’re goodbyes, Emily with a kiss to both cheeks and a sly rub of my boob, which I rather liked. A sheepish Sandy came into the kitchen, rather flushed, mottled chest and asked for a coffee. Still no sign of Tony, the Italian stallion, I wonder if he’d finally met his match? I went upstairs to check everything was in one piece and there were no bodies lying around. All of the beds had seen action and in the spare room lay Tony, stinking of whisky, spark out, snoring like a pig, some might say completely fucked. I pulled the covers over him and started taking my warpaint off. Speaking of fucked, Mark appeared and slipped into the shower. Ray was stripping off as she walked across the bedroom, hopped into our shower. Well apart from some very nice fondles and feels, I got nothing, poor me!

I will tell you of their tales of daring-do next time, but right now I need some serious attention from those two and no excuses, it’s my party after all.

Again a bit lengthy, but in the morning I did have words with my errant husband, my randy friends and other animals - to follow.
All my love, Dawn xx

[boobman987]

Thanks for the update Dawn, sounds like the party was a great hit for everybody. The way Abi feigned a migraine to get away is classic. She obviously cannot take it that you’re better in every way - she seems to be a bit of a brat.

I must say that I’m surprised that you weren’t more drunk at your own birthday bash. Being the consummate hostess does have its drawbacks especially when Mark went awol, but you seemed to have coped magnificently, even getting the occasional grope.

Do you think that there is any chance of a sexual connection with Emily?

Looking forward to hearing your and Mark’s next instalment with anticipation.

[54321]

Again a bit lengthy, but in the morning I did have words with my errant husband, my randy friends and other animals - to follow.

Can't wait!

54321

[pixmangurn]

Great report Dawn, can't wait to hear more!

[superb101]

Looking forward to the follow up from Dawn!

[Late]

I loved the details in the report, but you probably could have saved some typing by just saying "everybody at the party performed to my expectations, including Mark".

Late

[ocean]

Dawn; Well it was my party, but Late, I seem to be the one with none of the action.

Sunday morning 9 am, after a disappointing performance last night by not only a very pissed Mark who fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow but to my dismay, all Ray wanted to do was cuddle. So I went to the spare room; low light, soft chair and my ‘little friend’ who loves me, as long as the batteries held.
I had cleared away most of the debris, dishwasher on for the second time and was contemplating cooking breakfast which they were going to eat as punishment regardless of their state of mind!

It had been a great party though. I was pleased with the turnout, especially Jennifer and Emily and partners, it felt good. I kissed Emily just to let her know she was perfectly normal, included and I had her back. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t find her attractive though. No, I will not be rocking any boats before you ask. It was a shame about Cheryl, there’ll be other times. One thing I will admit to was Marcus’ present of wine, gave me a little nudge, even made my nipples tingle. Maybe I fancy him more than I realised; black cock, whip and funny laugh? To follow…

Mark appeared interrupting my happy thoughts, not a pretty sight. After clearing that I wasn’t angry at him, over coffee he told me the lurid details of his adventures with Sandy, my secretary and friend, describing her as ‘athletic’, a ‘mouth like a vacuum pump’ and an amazing shag. He mentioned her tattoos and pierced nipple which he worried would break a tooth, wuss, (I knew all of this, we’d shown each other our bits with more than a little touching). I am glad I didn’t have any piercings. She wasn't at all concerned about her husband, they were swingers and each had passes. He said she was a very physical partner, (not exactly how he put it), I think he wants a return bout. He asked why I hadn't fucked David, which was their plan for the night, a swap? I said a snog and a grope, the kid's were around. He looked so disappointed. He said I was on Peter and David’s hit list, there were some more coarse comments from several others. Lucky me, ending up with nothing.
Ray appeared in a very fetching open dressing gown, looking fucking sexy actually, bearing in mind she was so pissed last night she even fell UP the stairs. She’d just looked in on Tony, still snoring. He was going to be hurting when he did surface. I thought, yes, more than you know, why can’t he keep his fucking hands off Liz? Ray’s night - she found Peter (the farmer) ‘beguiling’, yeah, in a caveman sort of way. Perhaps she has a Viking fetish? He led her to our spare room, threw off their clothes, she said he was big, broad, strong, as subtle as a punch on the nose and had the hairiest chest she’d ever seen. He fucked her three times, the third was doggie and she was convinced he was trying to put her head through the headboard. Not the most finesse but she loved it. She said as I liked it rough I should take advantage of his ardour. He'd just got up, dressed, didn’t bother about a wash, said he’d see her downstairs and left. Not even a thank you.
Hmm, Would she do it again? Ooh yeah and how!!

Everyone was getting back to human, though I was a little wobbly last night, I kept the booze intake down, what with supervising guests, staying one step ahead of Abi the Bitch, and keeping an eye on drunken children and errant dil’s, I had my hands full. Poor me.

Bearing in mind Tony is Italian, with a lovely olive skin, nice cock and voracious appetite to use it (I know), there he stood at the kitchen door, not sure if he was more pale white or green. Serves him right, his suffering was about to get worse and from my glare, he knew it. He grovelled saying, ‘Dawn, I’m so sorry I couldn’t help it, Liz’s very assertive and well, it just happened’. Yeah, Again, I said. I didn’t want to fall out they're our great friends, just left him in his discomfort. Then over a coffee no breakfast, he told us he’d shagged the brains out of Theresa, Peters wife, who he reckons could pull a 787 down the runway, a strong farmers wife. She was a machine, almost wrestling. So Tony had both Liz and Terry and half a bottle of scotch, no wonder he crashed out. Spot the superman.

Monday morning; I walked into the office to be met by Sandy, who gave me a hug and a kiss, asked how I was? I called her a randy cow, asked her to bring two coffees into my office. Over coffee she told me all about it. Mark had performed admirably and aggressive which she liked. My Mark? Hmm I’ll try that one out. She said David, her husband, wants us to come to a Christmas party, I said give me the dates feeling like I’d been backed into a corner, she grinned, kissed me (on the mouth again) then went back to work.

I made a few phone calls, one to Emily, she was going to go into the office on Monday to make a start, although unpaid as she was on 'garden leave' until January 1 with her current employer. However, she will receive a very healthy ‘welcome’ bonus in January salary. I thought she was very flirty on the phone, the snog wasn’t mentioned, but it was there.
Then I dialled Marcus, even at my age, I actually had butterflies, and surprisingly more than a little wet. He was lovely, understood why I couldn’t invite him, (all my ‘friends’ want an affair, they all insist Mark is kept in the dark; he’s happy as long as I make him everything, which I do), when can I ‘get away’ for the night to come up and see him for his ‘special’ treatment, Remi’s obviously a good teacher, and Kerry was keen to do my new tattoo (when I can decide where?). I promised I would asap. Embarrassingly my mind was mush. I put the phone down and resisted the urge to, well... !!! I am in the office after all. Back to work .

I’m off to Espana on the 2nd, ticket booked. I wonder if the second adventure will be as good as the first? There will be more to come.

Speak soon, Lots of love. Dawn xx

[Long Lurker 34]

Dawn; Well it was my party, but Late, I seem to be the one with none of the action.

Sunday morning 9 am, after a disappointing performance last night by not only a very pissed Mark who fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow but to my dismay, all Ray wanted to do was cuddle. So I went to the spare room; low light, soft chair and my ‘little friend’ who loves me, as long as the batteries held.
I had cleared away most of the debris, dishwasher on for the second time and was contemplating cooking breakfast which they were going to eat as punishment regardless of their state of mind!

It had been a great party though. I was pleased with the turnout, especially Jennifer and Emily and partners, it felt good. I kissed Emily just to let her know she was perfectly normal, included and I had her back. I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t find her attractive though. No, I will not be rocking any boats before you ask. It was a shame about Cheryl, there’ll be other times. One thing I will admit to was Marcus’ present of wine, gave me a little nudge, even made my nipples tingle. Maybe I fancy him more than I realised; black cock, whip and funny laugh? To follow…

Mark appeared interrupting my happy thoughts, not a pretty sight. After clearing that I wasn’t angry at him, over coffee he told me the lurid details of his adventures with Sandy, my secretary and friend, describing her as ‘athletic’, a ‘mouth like a vacuum pump’ and an amazing shag. He mentioned her tattoos and pierced nipple which he worried would break a tooth, wuss, (I knew all of this, we’d shown each other our bits with more than a little touching). I am glad I didn’t have any piercings. She wasn't at all concerned about her husband, they were swingers and each had passes. He said she was a very physical partner, (not exactly how he put it), I think he wants a return bout. He asked why I hadn't fucked David, which was their plan for the night, a swap? I said a snog and a grope, the kid's were around. He looked so disappointed. He said I was on Peter and David’s hit list, there were some more coarse comments from several others. Lucky me, ending up with nothing.
Ray appeared in a very fetching open dressing gown, looking fucking sexy actually, bearing in mind she was so pissed last night she even fell UP the stairs. She’d just looked in on Tony, still snoring. He was going to be hurting when he did surface. I thought, yes, more than you know, why can’t he keep his fucking hands off Liz? Ray’s night - she found Peter (the farmer) ‘beguiling’, yeah, in a caveman sort of way. Perhaps she has a Viking fetish? He led her to our spare room, threw off their clothes, she said he was big, broad, strong, as subtle as a punch on the nose and had the hairiest chest she’d ever seen. He fucked her three times, the third was doggie and she was convinced he was trying to put her head through the headboard. Not the most finesse but she loved it. She said as I liked it rough I should take advantage of his ardour. He'd just got up, dressed, didn’t bother about a wash, said he’d see her downstairs and left. Not even a thank you.
Hmm, Would she do it again? Ooh yeah and how!!

Everyone was getting back to human, though I was a little wobbly last night, I kept the booze intake down, what with supervising guests, staying one step ahead of Abi the Bitch, and keeping an eye on drunken children and errant dil’s, I had my hands full. Poor me.

Bearing in mind Tony is Italian, with a lovely olive skin, nice cock and voracious appetite to use it (I know), there he stood at the kitchen door, not sure if he was more pale white or green. Serves him right, his suffering was about to get worse and from my glare, he knew it. He grovelled saying, ‘Dawn, I’m so sorry I couldn’t help it, Liz’s very assertive and well, it just happened’. Yeah, Again, I said. I didn’t want to fall out they're our great friends, just left him in his discomfort. Then over a coffee no breakfast, he told us he’d shagged the brains out of Theresa, Peters wife, who he reckons could pull a 787 down the runway, a strong farmers wife. She was a machine, almost wrestling. So Tony had both Liz and Terry and half a bottle of scotch, no wonder he crashed out. Spot the superman.

Monday morning; I walked into the office to be met by Sandy, who gave me a hug and a kiss, asked how I was? I called her a randy cow, asked her to bring two coffees into my office. Over coffee she told me all about it. Mark had performed admirably and aggressive which she liked. My Mark? Hmm I’ll try that one out. She said David, her husband, wants us to come to a Christmas party, I said give me the dates feeling like I’d been backed into a corner, she grinned, kissed me (on the mouth again) then went back to work.

I made a few phone calls, one to Emily, she was going to go into the office on Monday to make a start, although unpaid as she was on 'garden leave' until January 1 with her current employer. However, she will receive a very healthy ‘welcome’ bonus in January salary. I thought she was very flirty on the phone, the snog wasn’t mentioned, but it was there.
Then I dialled Marcus, even at my age, I actually had butterflies, and surprisingly more than a little wet. He was lovely, understood why I couldn’t invite him, (all my ‘friends’ want an affair, they all insist Mark is kept in the dark; he’s happy as long as I make him everything, which I do), when can I ‘get away’ for the night to come up and see him for his ‘special’ treatment, Remi’s obviously a good teacher, and Kerry was keen to do my new tattoo (when I can decide where?). I promised I would asap. Embarrassingly my mind was mush. I put the phone down and resisted the urge to, well... !!! I am in the office after all. Back to work .

I’m off to Espana on the 2nd, ticket booked. I wonder if the second adventure will be as good as the first? There will be more to come.

Speak soon, Lots of love. Dawn xx

O
- I don't know if the two of them are so inclined, but I think Sandy and Theresa having a 'go' might quite interesting.

[Freemans892]

It’s interesting that all of Dawn’s “male” friends prefer having affair with Dawn over Mark knowing or meeting Mark in person. I think Mark prefers not meeting them as well. Meanwhile, Mark’s “female” friends have seem to have met Dawn or have a good relationship with Dawn. I bet even Liz, the secretary in the neighbouring business, has seen Dawn from a distance. I can see Theresa requesting “joy flights” with Mark and Tony in the future.

[boobman987]

Another wonderful update Dawn and a lovely insight into your psyche.

As to the salamander, how about on the underside of one of your breasts?

[Late]

Tattoos! Why would you put a bumper sticker on a Ferrari? Just one horny old man's opinion.
I'm loving the updates.
Late

[Happyjohnson]

Late, - I could not agree more with your sentiment re a tattoo!

From another horny old fart!

[Saute]

He mentioned her tattoos and pierced nipple which he worried would break a tooth, wuss, (I knew all of this, we’d shown each other our bits with more than a little touching). I am glad I didn’t have any piercings.

My wife has both her nipples pierced.
Strange thing is two different FWBs took her to have each of them done, not me !

Always good to have something to catch strangers eyes when they are on display.

[ocean]

Dawn; I’m absolutely buzzing this afternoon, What with the excitement of warmer weather, the prospect of Augustine and my unexpected interaction this morning.

Off to Spain tomorrow, packing bikinis, sun dresses, getting ready to escape this awful weather, not much better in Malaga, weather forecast is better but still crap, wish me luck anyway.

I’ve taken the week as holiday but this morning I met Emily at Shoreham station to go to the Brighton office to get her introduced and settled. In the car she seemed happy as I gave her the recent history of the office and the rundown of the staffing. She asked about Partnerships and climbing the ladder; all very positive and easily within her grasp, and my backing of course. Gave my hand a squeeze to say thank you. Nice.

I introduced her to the senior secretary Cathy, 'she who must not be crossed!' All went well. I thought the offices were poorly populated and laid out, something I altered at my office. I suggested my ideas and asked ‘advice’ of Top Cat(h) (she liked that), who I thought would explode, but in fact said she'd suggested this to the previous regime, only to ridiculed and told to mind her own business. This was clear as the hierarchy had singularly big offices; total ego and unnecessary, it's why they are gone. So that was big change number one. Number two followed quickly, on receiving the most foul cup of coffee ever, I ordered a nice big Nespresso machine, as per my office. So far I was making a good impression on TC. (Philip’s paying!) I got on with my work while TC showed/sorted Emily’s office, phones and all the paraphernalia/paperwork needed.

Midday, Emily came into my (Philips) office utterly beaming. The staff were great and friendly especially my new bff TC, the offices were modern (not a quill in sight), Brighton station was 5 minutes walk. All good. She said she’d come in under the radar until January 1, unpaid as she was on garden leave, not break any HR rules, bonus in January to compensate. I walked round the desk and gave her a hug and said it was what she deserved. Received a kiss on the cheek; you know when things suddenly go slow with anticipation, well that’s when I received a really nice soft kiss on the lips. I kissed back, this time with my tongue. She was as hot as hell, stroked my boob through my jumper as only a woman can, the chemistry was amazing, soo turned on. We came up for breath, sanity took over and we sat in opposite comfortable chairs, that was a bit impulsive, but we hadn’t been caught.

We talked she explained about her life, she realised she was gay in mid teens at school, I couldn’t believe who she had a crush on, a complete bitch and no it wasn’t me. She’d hidden it from everyone all this time till she’d been outed a couple of years ago. Her partner of 3 years and her were serious-ish. Then she told me of one of the (school)girls at our gathering a week or so ago who was also secretly gay, her marriage had become ‘brother and sister’ years ago. Blew me away, she’s a deputy head at a prestigious mixed-sex school, not far away. As we were being honest and open with each other I told her my situation (not about Philip), happily married, occasional forays with male friends and yes, girlfriends too, so really I am bi. My husband condoned and supported my adventures as long as they were only ‘passing’ flings and no threat to us.

I told her I was going away for a few days, I’d get back to her on my return. She’d get the train back to her car at Shoreham station later. I stood to get my coat; just couldn’t resist, kissed her, tongues and all, she has lovely soft boobs, but the bra’s got to go and we need to do something about the lipstick.
It's incredible, after all these years, only now could I appreciate what sexy lady she is.
Ooh feeling like this, I’m going to have to fuck Marks brains out when he gets back from the office. He’s taking me to Gatwick Airport. He's up to something, I heard him this morning on the phone to Tony, moaning about the weather in Ipswich. I’ll bet he smuggles in Lisa or the lusty Terry, the farmers wife.…

Hasta la vista guys, I’ll update at the weekend. Lots of love Dawn xx

[skoot1958]

Dawn have a great few days, I think it is time Mark took some R&R maybe Lisa one day and Terry the next

Ipswich nice flight, but the weather is not looking good

As for Emily would she be cheating or has she got permission to play away, or maybe she is looking for you to join them for a FFF, time will tell

[pixmangurn]

Have a great vacation Dawn!

[boobman987]

Thanks for the update Dawn. Enjoy your mini break, we are all looking forward to hearing about your exploits