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

[ocean]

Dawn; Hello everyone. Just got back from a 5 day break in southern Italy with my lovely husband. Relaxed, tanned and straight into a horrible heatwave. Mark says it’s hot weather, just like summers 76 and 57. So not Global warming or whatever, lets not go there.

When I last journaled, I’d had a really 'nice' time with Liam and Charlie (no girlfriend Lilly) on the assumption all were happy with the arrangements. Not so. I am the Devil incarnate, apparently.

Firstly the row with Charlie and Lilly was about involving me in their escapades, she wasn’t happy at all and went to mummy’s. No one told me!! So when Liam broke the news, I truly was devastated, told him to fuck off and leave me alone, I needed to process this, in the meantime they can both find a bit of honesty and grow a fucking back bone.

As expected, Mark wet himself, hugely funny (not), while I sulked for England. Liam phoned everyday for over a week, until I finally took his call. As Mark so succinctly put it; he managed to walk under a snakes belly with a top hat on. I thought that quite funny, but he did crawl so well. I said I’d see him for a conversation, when I got back, and they could both apologise.

A few days after this debacle, I accompanied Mike to his toffs party, old money apparently. I dressed up for Mike with a pale cream lace dress (lined) to the calf, sleeves, button up front to the collar, tan shoes and clutch bag. Subtle, I hoped, rather than subdued. I drove to his house in the the white SL he sold me (intended for Mark! so close yet..). I knew it would please Mike. Still we went in his Range Rover.

The venue was a rather nice country house. Quite a collection of super cars outside. The assembled were all well dressed and clearly well heeled (though you shouldn’t judge a book…) indulging in social chat, Champagne and canapés. This was Mike’s first attendance at one of these since he was dispatched from his job as ‘advisor’. This time there were a couple of, as he put it, ‘snakes’ there who had been equally bumped off (to Mike’s delight). Mark, having witnessed redundancies or whatever when he was employed, always said ‘the axer always gets axed eventually’. Sage words Mark, and it appears so true.

I dressed covered up so as not to ‘frighten the horses’, needn't have bothered, there was so much boob on show, not the classy crowd I was expecting. However, there was one woman who stood out big time. She was around 5’5” , dark hair to her shoulders swept off her beautiful face, slim, lovely shapely figure, shown off by her fitted pale blue satin dress. Below the knee, half sleeves, up to a round neck. She had a half inch wide burgundy belt, burgundy clutch and matching high heels. She looked fantastic! I was standing on my own as Mike went for drinks, I couldn’t stop staring at her. She noticed, smiled and came over to talk to me. Now, I am a very confident woman and can hold my own with the best, but…I babbled. She was so classy, olive skin, hazel eyes, beautiful white teeth, even her lipstick and nails matched her bag and belt. Pearl studs, 3 strand pearl bracelet and a gold Rolex (at least we had that in common). I felt like a peasant. She was utter class and her outfit screamed sophistication. She introduced herself as Caterina, Italian (excellent English, no accent), she said she knew Mike very well?!! From previous doe's of this nature.

Mike returned with the drinks, in tow with her husband, Leo, and did the formal intro’s. Turns out he is with the Italian consulate in London hence his friendship with Mike, and live in west Surrey. I did feel out of it. She sussed this and was so kind, she wanted to talk about me, in Italy Dawn is Aurore, my job, said I was obviously Mike’s lover (that caught me out), ‘You English are so reserved’, haha.“So you are Mike’s lover.’ Yes, 'Dawn, the Italians have been taking lovers long before the French discovered soap’. ‘Your husband knows?’ 'Yes, we have an arrangement'. ‘Haha, Are you sure you aren’t a little Italian?’ I really like this girl. She pointed to my ’lovely’ rings, so married and he ‘gazes’ at me. I felt a little less intimidated, I asked about her role did it include the embassy. Obviously Intelligence as well as beauty, realised where i was coming from, she said her first love is clothes (and didn’t it show) she worked at a famous fashion house in Milan before she met her husband, now she has to follow him on his postings. So a girl who worked for a living like the rest of us.

It was at this point we were joined by a drop dead gorgeous guy, tall, grey hair swept back, tanned, dressed in a clearly expensive suit. So smooth. I was disappointed that Caterina stepped back and joined Mike and Leo leaving me with Casanova, though he was French. Talk about direct, said I was beautiful, he was going to take me to dinner and make love to me. I said, ‘how kind, I’m with Mike’. It was going so well till the bastard said Mike was ‘of no consequence’ and he ‘always got what he wanted’. I was shocked! I just said, ‘not this time buddy - tonight I’ll be making love to Mike’. This was new territory to me (and him). Turns out, he’s a real bad loser. Started to kick off when Caterina stepped in, took my arm and walked me passed the dancing and onto the terrace overlooking a rather magnificent garden. ‘Thanks Caterina’. She said ‘He's an asshole, thinks women are only there for his pleasure, but those who know him, despise him’. That explained his entitled attitude. She laughed, she said he was from the French Embassy and from nobility. I looked surprised, she said he 'was a real Count, but sometimes we spell it differently'. Quite a sense of humour, this girl.

A long story short, the three of them were well acquainted (not like that) and I was now part of the gang. Caterina and I exchanged details and I was to arrange dinner (at Mike’s). Guys, I could learn so much about clothes and how to dress and match things, my head was spinning.

We left and drove to Mike’s country lair, he was Mr Smug tonight, as there were 3 guys, much younger, who had been ‘unpleasant’ to him when he worked in Whitehall and didn’t hide their delight when he was given his notice. He said, ‘well they’re not laughing now.’ His mood was high and I have to say it transferred to the bedroom, he was really on form. I really enjoyed it, had a swim and a wet fuck, breakfast, farewell blowjob and home. We both happy.

I wanted to tell you about the party, it was so good and Leo and Caterina were so down to earth, I think that friendship will have legs. They actually want to meet Mark, so dinner at ours as well. How civilised and understanding.

I had lunch with Kit, still sucking lemons to take the smile of my face, I’ll explain later. End of quarter boredom shag coming up with Philip and, I have been instructed, no less, to go and see Remi and Marcus, so that is to be lined up.

Mark is due to see Jenny, MY friend remember, he can tell you about that.

I’ll catch up soon. Lots of Love Dawn xx

[boobman987]

What a great update Dawn, you now appear to be heading towards a new level of friendship with the diplomats. I hope your candlelit soirée goes well. Are you going to cook or buy in?

I hope your diary works so that after the Quarter end meeting goes well, after the “boredom shag” you can squeeze Remi and Marcus afterwards. I’m sure the stress relief Marcus and Remi give you will be most welcome.

Looking forward to Mark’s update.

[venus-can99]

Thanks for the wonderful update Dawn. Hopefully you had a wonderful holiday in Italy.
Looking forward to your updates on fashion and clothes and meeting with Remi and Marcus...
along with Mark's update on interactions with Jenny

[skoot1958]

Dawn, lovely description of the party and dress etc, it adds a lot of colour to your story

[Long Lurker 34]

Dawn; Hello everyone. Just got back from a 5 day break in southern Italy with my lovely husband. Relaxed, tanned and straight into a horrible heatwave. Mark says it’s hot weather, just like summers 76 and 57. So not Global warming or whatever, lets not go there.

When I last journaled, I’d had a really 'nice' time with Liam and Charlie (no girlfriend Lilly) on the assumption all were happy with the arrangements. Not so. I am the Devil incarnate, apparently.

Firstly the row with Charlie and Lilly was about involving me in their escapades, she wasn’t happy at all and went to mummy’s. No one told me!! So when Liam broke the news, I truly was devastated, told him to fuck off and leave me alone, I needed to process this, in the meantime they can both find a bit of honesty and grow a fucking back bone.

As expected, Mark wet himself, hugely funny (not), while I sulked for England. Liam phoned everyday for over a week, until I finally took his call. As Mark so succinctly put it; he managed to walk under a snakes belly with a top hat on. I thought that quite funny, but he did crawl so well. I said I’d see him for a conversation, when I got back, and they could both apologise.

A few days after this debacle, I accompanied Mike to his toffs party, old money apparently. I dressed up for Mike with a pale cream lace dress (lined) to the calf, sleeves, button up front to the collar, tan shoes and clutch bag. Subtle, I hoped, rather than subdued. I drove to his house in the the white SL he sold me (intended for Mark! so close yet..). I knew it would please Mike. Still we went in his Range Rover.

The venue was a rather nice country house. Quite a collection of super cars outside. The assembled were all well dressed and clearly well heeled (though you shouldn’t judge a book…) indulging in social chat, Champagne and canapés. This was Mike’s first attendance at one of these since he was dispatched from his job as ‘advisor’. This time there were a couple of, as he put it, ‘snakes’ there who had been equally bumped off (to Mike’s delight). Mark, having witnessed redundancies or whatever when he was employed, always said ‘the axer always gets axed eventually’. Sage words Mark, and it appears so true.

I dressed covered up so as not to ‘frighten the horses’, needn't have bothered, there was so much boob on show, not the classy crowd I was expecting. However, there was one woman who stood out big time. She was around 5’5” , dark hair to her shoulders swept off her beautiful face, slim, lovely shapely figure, shown off by her fitted pale blue satin dress. Below the knee, half sleeves, up to a round neck. She had a half inch wide burgundy belt, burgundy clutch and matching high heels. She looked fantastic! I was standing on my own as Mike went for drinks, I couldn’t stop staring at her. She noticed, smiled and came over to talk to me. Now, I am a very confident woman and can hold my own with the best, but…I babbled. She was so classy, olive skin, hazel eyes, beautiful white teeth, even her lipstick and nails matched her bag and belt. Pearl studs, 3 strand pearl bracelet and a gold Rolex (at least we had that in common). I felt like a peasant. She was utter class and her outfit screamed sophistication. She introduced herself as Caterina, Italian (excellent English, no accent), she said she knew Mike very well?!! From previous doe's of this nature.

Mike returned with the drinks, in tow with her husband, Leo, and did the formal intro’s. Turns out he is with the Italian consulate in London hence his friendship with Mike, and live in west Surrey. I did feel out of it. She sussed this and was so kind, she wanted to talk about me, in Italy Dawn is Aurore, my job, said I was obviously Mike’s lover (that caught me out), ‘You English are so reserved’, haha.“So you are Mike’s lover.’ Yes, 'Dawn, the Italians have been taking lovers long before the French discovered soap’. ‘Your husband knows?’ 'Yes, we have an arrangement'. ‘Haha, Are you sure you aren’t a little Italian?’ I really like this girl. She pointed to my ’lovely’ rings, so married and he ‘gazes’ at me. I felt a little less intimidated, I asked about her role did it include the embassy. Obviously Intelligence as well as beauty, realised where i was coming from, she said her first love is clothes (and didn’t it show) she worked at a famous fashion house in Milan before she met her husband, now she has to follow him on his postings. So a girl who worked for a living like the rest of us.

It was at this point we were joined by a drop dead gorgeous guy, tall, grey hair swept back, tanned, dressed in a clearly expensive suit. So smooth. I was disappointed that Caterina stepped back and joined Mike and Leo leaving me with Casanova, though he was French. Talk about direct, said I was beautiful, he was going to take me to dinner and make love to me. I said, ‘how kind, I’m with Mike’. It was going so well till the bastard said Mike was ‘of no consequence’ and he ‘always got what he wanted’. I was shocked! I just said, ‘not this time buddy - tonight I’ll be making love to Mike’. This was new territory to me (and him). Turns out, he’s a real bad loser. Started to kick off when Caterina stepped in, took my arm and walked me passed the dancing and onto the terrace overlooking a rather magnificent garden. ‘Thanks Caterina’. She said ‘He's an asshole, thinks women are only there for his pleasure, but those who know him, despise him’. That explained his entitled attitude. She laughed, she said he was from the French Embassy and from nobility. I looked surprised, she said he 'was a real Count, but sometimes we spell it differently'. Quite a sense of humour, this girl.

A long story short, the three of them were well acquainted (not like that) and I was now part of the gang. Caterina and I exchanged details and I was to arrange dinner (at Mike’s). Guys, I could learn so much about clothes and how to dress and match things, my head was spinning.

We left and drove to Mike’s country lair, he was Mr Smug tonight, as there were 3 guys, much younger, who had been ‘unpleasant’ to him when he worked in Whitehall and didn’t hide their delight when he was given his notice. He said, ‘well they’re not laughing now.’ His mood was high and I have to say it transferred to the bedroom, he was really on form. I really enjoyed it, had a swim and a wet fuck, breakfast, farewell blowjob and home. We both happy.

I wanted to tell you about the party, it was so good and Leo and Caterina were so down to earth, I think that friendship will have legs. They actually want to meet Mark, so dinner at ours as well. How civilised and understanding.

I had lunch with Kit, still sucking lemons to take the smile of my face, I’ll explain later. End of quarter boredom shag coming up with Philip and, I have been instructed, no less, to go and see Remi and Marcus, so that is to be lined up.

Mark is due to see Jenny, MY friend remember, he can tell you about that.

I’ll catch up soon. Lots of Love Dawn xx

O - D
- Awesome turn of phrase. I'll have to try and remember that one.
- Very nice. Still turned heads though!!
- Lovely description.
- Beautiful. Kicked him in the balls without raising a foot.
- D, I think you could hold your own quite well.
- Here's hoping.

[ocean]

MARK; Hi one and all. Apologies, it’s been a while, so here’s my catchup. We had a really nice time in Puglia southern Italy. Sun sea and quiet. Dawn was happy to soak up the sun, got some topless sunbathing but not a lot, so she’s been in the buff in the garden during the heatwave topping up, swimming and generally getting her backside brown. And an easy fondle.

Tony has found 2 light aircraft for us to have a look at and a gyro for me, he’s not keen. The Spanish trip has really fired my imagination for a gyro. This was part of the reason for buying the land at the bottom of the garden from Peter and also so no-one can build on us. It will mean additional training, learning and exams. Just trying to work out which model. I looked at one with side by side enclosed cockpit, so good, but need to know about parts, servicing etc. With the doors removed it looked like the choppers on MASH. Hughes I think. This will fill my time as I’ve let my sales director and my 2 sons take more load off me at work.

Whilst Dawn’s cleaning down her relationships, hot off the press, the Irish man is for the chop I went shopping at M&S in Chichester, I'm on my own tonight so I'll eat what I like, when I fortuitously bumped into Dawn’s friend Jenny. Embarrassed, as she was dressed down, I thought she was still gorgeous. During the conversation I said Dawn was away (Mikes do) so I shopping for one, poor me. I suggested if she was free and as we were all sweltering would she like to come round for a swim and perhaps some supper? I hadn’t finished the invitation and she said yes. Great. Off she went back to work and I went to my car to whack the a/c on and get to the butchers for another steak. I wanted her to think I was organised.

Dawn was getting ready for her evening with the elite, I sat on the side of the bath chatting and just enjoying the view, I told her that I’d bumped into Jenny, and as Dawn was having caviar and champagne, Jenny and I would have bbq’d steak and beer, followed by a leisurely swim. She almost jumped out of the bath at me, called me a sneaky bastard for not telling her. I said, I just did. Jealousy? is that fair or reasonable? I followed the rules of the agreement, so what’s the problem? She actually admitted to a little jealousy, asked if the cctv was recording in the garden, yes. Good, we can share it tomorrow night. All my fault of course. Tony says that a 787 flight deck is less confusing than a woman. I think he’s right.

Dawn looked beautiful, if a little more conservative than usual as she climbed into her car, I leaned in, kissed her. She asked me for a good show for tomorrow night. Jenny arrived about 30 minutes later looking far from school teachery, white shorts, yellow vest, white trainers. I met her on the drive, gave her a hug, she kissed me on the mouth. Hmm, let’s keep this going. Things were looking up. She stripped to a small light blue bikini, big firm nipples poking through, nice boobs perhaps a 'c'. Lovely long slim legs, bum a little broad but nice and firm. She’d brought a bag and a cold bottle of wine. Even if I say so myself the steaks were perfectly cooked, by moi. We went through the wine rather well, another bottle from my little outside fridge. We talked, she explained that she loved her job, was neither happy nor unhappy in her marriage, 2 children early 20’s, had a regular ‘friend’, for the last 8 years, they were happy with the relationship as neither wanted to instigate an expensive divorce. So a caring fwb relationship. Then there was me; she fancied me and it’s just sex. Perfectly understandable to fancy me but I feel so used.

She decided a swim was in order, I suggested it would be a shame to get her lovely bikini wet, subtle or what? She obviously thought so. Off it came. Jenny; very pretty face, lovely eyes, white but going red/brown, not a topless bather, lovely boobs good handful anyway (can you say that?) around 5’6” nice build, trim figure and not a hair in sight. Sorry, I’m dribbling. Swimming, snogging, groping, she’s a lovely woman.

We were making out on the steps she asked me to lie on my back at the top of the steps of the pool, she knelt on the steps between my legs. Ooh blowjob, yes! Well, No, she proceeded to give me the most exquisite hand job ever. Thumb hard up and down the back of my cock to the head, the other hand massage the head. I lay back looking at the stars, thinking nothing, just feeling. I didn’t have to tell her, she knew I was coming and took it into her mouth. Sated, consumed, I don’t know. Dawn, we must practice this, wow.

She took a mouthful of wine and kissed me. I must admit salty kisses (top or bottom) are not my favourite, but everything has a price. Especially when she climbed on top and played hide the salami. Dawn I love you, but I want more of this. We carried on like this till around midnight (not bad for a 'mature' guy), when she called time and she got dressed. I said, the evening was wonderful, maybe again? ‘If it doesn’t upset Dawn, I'd love to’ So that is the summary of where I am now.

Dawn came home and asked how the evening went, I was totally honest, we both watched the screen, zooming in here and there. She tried Jenny’s technique; a natural, I know it’s selfish but soo good. So I bbq’d again in the coolish of the evening, swim. She told me about her evening and followed with a great shag on the sunbed. Relaxed, just floating in the cool water. And so to bed. I was getting a particulary nice cuddle when I was asked if she had to worry about anything. Absolutely not, why? Jenny had nicked a boyfriend from Dawn. God's sake they were 19. Flight manual?

Should I not be taken before-hand, I’m reaching the ripe old age of 60 beginning next month. So a heartfelt to you all; Take care everyone and enjoy

Kindest regards. Mark

[skoot1958]

Mark
It is great all is going so well, Jenny sounds like a lot of fun, I do love your description of the night, I assume Lisa is out of the scene again, as for the gyro, after watch James Bond, I have always loved the idea of a gyro

[venus-can99]

Awesome update Mark. How would the techniques between the two lovely ladies compare ?

[ocean]

Dawn; Just winding up June/ starting a hot, hot July;
My resolve hardened over the Liam situation, Charlie had no remorse about setting me up, Lilly was just ‘a drama queen’, so it’s goodbye Liam. He was more upset than I expected, but I just turned and walked away. Feeling lighter and brighter.

Quarter-end meeting in London was straight forward and not very exciting; pretty much describes the previous night with Philip really. Bit ungrateful, but true. I’m hoping this might drift away too.
As luck would have it, we drove to the London office in my car as Philip was expecting a rather heavy drinking business lunch with new clients after the meeting. The only highlight was Emily, who to my surprise attended in person representing the southern office. I told her this was a fantastic sign pointing towards a senior position in her office (Philip had mentioned this with my prompting) She was dressed appropriately, blue skirt suit white blouse, very ‘Rumpole’.

When the old gits went to lunch, I suggested Emily forego the delights of British Rail and we could do a Thelma and Louise down to Brighton in my car. She jumped at it, removed her jacket into the back, and shock, followed by her bra. Blouse undone, I undid mine and let the cool air flow where it it will. We had lunch on Devils Dyke followed by a good old fashioned make-out in the car in a farm track on The South Downs, eventually dropping her off at her apartment complete with brief case, jacket, bra and pants in her hand. Women are lovely but you can’t beat a good old fashioned fuck - Mark!

Earlier in the month there was Kit. We had lunch at his request ‘to discuss business’. I drove my little sports car, roof down, such feel-good. I use this in the good weather, there's always plenty of bad weather in the UK.

I wore a coffee coloured silk blouse, cream pencil skirt to the knee, big split up the front. Well you know what happens to nipples under silk, he was quick to spot it, too. We did indeed talk business, and it was very productive. The reality is he was trying to inveigle his way back in, so giving extra business to me (and again, offering quite considerable business for Mark, which you should consider, gift horse etc..) were just tactics. A couple of times he had to remember my eyes were up here, amusing, I played it for all it was worth. Truth is, he is a very attractive and fanciable guy, I was genuinely very fond of him. I knew what the outcome was going to be, but he didn’t, so carry on wooing, haha!

He asked how life was at home; a bit presumptuous I thought. I told him all was great and some of the developments at home. So I asked how his ‘domestic project’ was going (not in those terms). Flat on its backside, she’d taken up with her ex again behind his back. He didn’t seem perturbed in the slightest, I sensed he was almost relieved though he didn’t say. I had the feeling it was all coming to an end. Then the moment we’ve all be waiting for; he asked to see me again. I said that taking into account the circumstances of his marriage, his possible actions re this, and the ignominious way he dumped me - was that wise?

I hate it when strong men (Mark included) start to squirm, just stand up and say ‘I fucked up. Sorry’. Just as I was about say forget it; he said, ‘I cannot tell you how sorry I am. Sorry for treating you badly, sorry for allowing myself to be manipulated. Sorry for being weak. Just Sorry’. Hmmm, You pulled that back from brink, buddy. I gave the classic!! ‘Let me think about it’.

He walked me to the car, side by side, chatting, respectful. He opened the door of my car, as I was about to get in he caught my arm and kissed me. That was the clincher, a sly squeeze of my boob made it complete. He wanted to go for the full snog in the car park; I pushed his chest, ‘Yes, I want to see you again’. I kept my hand on his chest, ’But if you go down the separation route; one, I’m not a destination, and two, hell hath no fury, I mean your wife. Think about that! phone me.’ Another kiss, slower, no tongues, another squeeze. I climbed into the car, the split in my skirt opened up. I don’t know how much he saw, but I did my best.

I had to sate a very aroused state on my darling husband. So I thought I’d go home and as I now have a rival in Jenny. He won’t complain. True to form, Mark didn’t need asking. Our sun beds are really quite comfortable, a cooling skinny dip with the inevitable second session in the pool afterwards. I’m embarrassed to say we haven’t used the sauna once. My expensive bad.

July is going to be interesting, I do want to see Kit, but if they go down the divorce line, being a wealthy man, she will naturally dig as much dirt as she can, so I have to be so careful not to be included in that dig. I have an invitation to afternoon tea with my friend Caterina in her Surrey home, so looking forward to that, classy, and I’ll try to integrate it in the evening with my summons from Remi, not so classy. Ray and Tony (plane hunting of course) coming for the weekend so I’ll have an intimate garden party with Peter and a few friends.
Then there’s the old boys birthday to plan beginning of August.

Not much more to say really. I’ll keep you up to date and thank you for the comments and suggestions, they mean a lot.

Lots of love.

Dawn xx

[Late]

Dawn:
You mention "the old boys birthday" as if it's just another day on the calendar. Of course, this is a major milestone, not just in life but sexually as well. Having been down the path I can tell you that everything is still working great and in full tune, but will be starting to "age out" at some point. I'm saying that not to alarm you or Mark but to make you aware that it would be appropriate to give him a celebration to remember. A party with family, absolutely. But another one for "friends" as well. There are lots of combinations that would make an awesome event. With a little planning and coordination I suspect you could pull off an epic gathering. I'm sorry if I've spoiled a surprise for Mark by bringing this up here, but just felt the need to ensure it's not an opportunity lost.

Thanks to both you and Mark for all the great updates. I suspect I am not the only one living vicariously through your updates.

Late

[superb101]

Personally, I would love more details of Dawn's time with the ladies But, of course, that's just me! Lol

[Cuckcuckgoose1]

This thread reminds me of those old porn movies from the 70's and 80's where everyone fucks everyone eventually but instead of ending in 90 minutes this story just goes on and on and on.

Not complaining one bit. Just an observation.