After daves big reveal we were buzzing. It had been a very interesting and exciting morning, my knickers more than a little moist with the bit of flirting.... all right in front of hubby.
As john drove we discussed what had happened. Obviously dave felt that he could trust us by revealing something so personal.
We had listened to what he had to tell us, been understanding, sympathetic, offering advice and a shoulder to cry on.
Which is exactly what friends do.
Then there was my bit of impromptu flirting, which dave had responded to positively, if a little shyly.
But that wasn't a problem, i had extensive experience with shy.
Anyway, he was bound to feel a bit awkward with john looking on, at first anyway....
However, this wasn't the only exciting thing about that morning.....john had something to tell me....
During our walk, dave had been watching me....a lot.
Paying me a lot of attention. So much so that he'd nearly tripped several times while his eyes were firmly glued to my arse instead of watching where he was treading.
This happened when I'd maneuvered in front of them when the path narrowed.
My cleavage too, came under much scrutiny.
During the walk i kept adjusting my laces, usually while the two men waited for me close by.
Deliberately bending over to face them, angled towards dave, giving him an eyeful...
John would pretend not to notice and continue in conversation with our new friend.....all the time watching daves reaction to my show of deep cleavage.
Again, couldn't take his eyes off me.
Hearing this exciting information was giving me an appetite.....
John too, certainly feeling the need, after watching dave ogling me all morning, then me touching his arm while saying those nice things i said.... and giving him a special look...
So, john got his foot down and we arrived back at our house in record time!
Once inside with the door locked....
Well, i never got the chance to get to our bedroom.
John grabbed me as i mounted the stairs, forced me down onto my knees and pulled my joggers and knickers down in one go.....and that was it....
His power... overwhelming.
The excitement of the morning....flooded out....and into me.
Much to my delight.
There was no obscene name calling this time just a hard going over with some equally hard spanking.....very..... exhilarating.
Apparently, john believed I'd been a very naughty girl indeed.
Afterwards we retired to the bedroom, john soon ready again from the eager attentions of my tongue.
There was some verbal abuse this time, john got a little carried away as he pinned me to the bed, holding my wrists tight above my head.
I love to struggle when he does that....try to wriggle free.
But he's just too strong...
Poor me.
It took a while to recover from that one. When i did we again discussed our favourite topic, dave.
The main question here was, would he be open to what we had in mind?
I mean, look what had happened with alan?
It was very early days and perhaps we were getting ahead of ourselves.
Letting our own desires and excitement cloud judgement?
Only time would tell.
We weren't to know it then but it took just 3 more saturdays of time.... before dave gave in to his natural urges.
Both myself and john look back upon that period of time, those early days with great affection and call it, with some degree of humour our, 'courtship period'.
A time of discovery and intense excitement.
Those first small careful, tentative steps..... getting bigger each time..... pushing boundaries which all too easily yielded, encouraging us forward at a greater rate.
I won't go into detail about everything that happened during this special period in our lives.
It would take too long, too many things happened to write about here.
What did make it particularly exciting is that my husband was there with me to join in with those first steps. He got to experience it with me, by my side.
With neil for instance the 'first steps' involved leaving my used knickers for him to discover in the bathroom laundry basket.
Then later, john did get to see me playing with a very nervous neil in our bathroom, on a secret camera.
Harry? Well, there was no tentative first steps as such with him.
All i had to do was give in to his pursuit of me.
Again, john got to watch on a secret camera. No 'real' involvement at all.
Alan was the closest it had come. But with alan I'd already done it with him by the time he and john met.
This situation with dave, was different. Now was an opportunity for john to be involved right from the start, to witness everything.
Perhaps it's this, that ultimately made the difference....and produced our first success.
Anyway, over analysing aside....
I will now relate a few instances of the behaviour and interaction that occured during this very exciting time.
That next saturday the weather held. Still warm and sunny. I was able to wear my skin tight joggers again, coupled with a skimpy top and practically see through bra.
Getting in front of the guys again, wiggling my walk....just a little.
Once, when i was doing this i noticed both men had gone quiet.
Well, not completely.
I could hear whispers and little sniggers, mainly coming from john.
Then i heard him call my name, "pippa....hey pip?..."
Glancing around i saw both of them watching me closely, dave looked especially furtive, red faced and grinning shyly.
John winked at me and said, "...looking good"
With that he glanced down at my bum with raised eyebrows.
It's one of those special moments i remember well because of the look on their faces. John confidently grinning at me while dave looked quickly away to my husband, almost for approval....
Dave looked so young at that moment. Like a mischievous schoolboy perhaps....who has been caught doing something he shouldn't.....such an erotic moment for me to witness that look.
I grinned at john but quickly focused my attention on dave, i wanted to catch his eye.
After the glance at john he looked back at me, and there...i held his gaze in mine...for a brief moment.
In his eyes i could see that playful adolescent mischief that all men seem to possess, but also something deeper in the background.... something serious.
I gave him a cheeky grin and knowing look before tutting and making a mumbled comment, "you guys.... typical"
I know it doesn't sound like much but it's these little, subtle things that really get me going.
It was clear that john was getting our new friend used to being comfortable referring to me in a sexual way.
From that point on i recall there was a lot of innuendo from john regarding my 'ample assets'.
Some of which were a bit childish, others quite smutty.
But it seemed to do the trick and even had dave joining in a little, albeit under his breath. My boobs were a constant target of their attention.
The two of them often having hushed conversations on the subject while i was out of earshot. John later told me that his wife tina only had small boobs. Dave even asked what size mine were, clearly feeling very comfortable discussing such a thing with john and, revealing....a growing interest in me.
When john proudly told him my measurements daves eyes widened, he did a little whistle then commented that john must have his 'hands full with them'.
Not wanting to waste this risqué opportunity, john then went on to explain how my boobs are very sensitive and how big my nipples get when I'm aroused.
It quickly descended into one of those smutty conversations that men have, about what their wives are like, and like doing, and will do....
Under normal circumstances, most wives would have been angry with their husbands for revealing such personal information...but these were'nt normal circumstances and i....no normal wife. My relationship with my husband, being very different than most others.
During that saturday walk, john got to know from dave that tina had a very healthy appetite, well, with six kids? That was obvious.
She sounded a lot like me in her likes and dislikes, except for the dominant/discipline thing. John didn't tell him everything about me, not at that stage. But did reveal a lot.
He told dave for instance that during oral sex i swallowed, something that daves wife hadn't done, she didn't like it. Hated the taste and texture.
Dave found it fascinating how not only did i swallow but also enjoyed the experience.
He kept asking john, with a sceptical frown, "what....she likes that?... really?"
John grinned back, confidently replying, "oh yeah....loves it....every drop"
Dave then began grinning, still a little sceptical and made a comment about john pulling his leg.
When i heard about their conversation later, it got me so excited to think that dave had never had that with tina.....i was dying to prove to him that my husband was telling the truth.
The next thing that sticks out in my mind happened the saturday after.
We were on our walk visiting another battlefield, our country is littered with them!
And well, to put this bluntly, i needed to pee.
We had been in a rush to set off that morning, late as usual, and hadn't had chance to go at home.
I thought there would be an opportunity to use the loo once we arrived at the meeting place.
There's usually a toilet near the car park or sometimes there'll be a visitor centre or something like that. But this time, nothing.
About an hour into the walk i became desperate. I told john i needed to go, did it privately you know, pulled him to one side.
But in his usual bull in a china shop way, john proudly announced my predicament to our friend
