Friday evening came around.....
It came with an odd sensation of mixed feelings that swamped my mind as i sat next to harry in the camper, on the way back to my own house.
Yes i was looking forward to it but at the same time.....this is where my children live.
It made me feel a little uncomfortable.
My husband knew what i was doing. But my children, just would not understand if they found out.
By going back to our family home with this strange man, i felt quite guilty.
With neil the guilt was more focused on john that first time anyway. But now the boys were older.....
Back then i knew they were safely at school. Also i was just doing little 'favours' for neil.....this was a lot more...in depth.
This guilt plagued my mind for a time.
The 'what ifs' came wondering in.
An unwelcome if not familiar line of inner questioning.
John was not a problem, he had decided to work till 10 then come home early, the thrill of seeing 'it' proving too strong.
But my boys?.....what if chris needed to come home for some reason?
How embarrassing would that be....
I dare not think about it.
Trying to ignore that odd feeling i focused on the task in hand.
Which at that point involved keeping harrys wondering hands off me....for now.
"Eh!.......off.....stop it!"
Slapping his hand as it tried once more to lift up my skirt.
Even in the big cab of the camper he somehow still managed to lean right across and try sneak a peek.
Harry grinned madly from the drivers seat.
"Come on pip.....give us a sneak preview"
I'll just explain here that at work i always wore a skirt when i knew i would be seeing him afterwards. The skirt was quite conservative, it was navy blue and below the knee so didn't give much away,
But underneath i always had something special on for harry, apart from that first time in the camper when my nerves were too frayed to worry about lingerie.
Unbeknown to harry, these special undergarments had been chosen by my husband just for the occasion.
It was one of our rituals.
So...very exciting for both of us.
John would choose from my extensive wardrobe, selecting a few particular items, then i would try them on and parade in front of him where he would then make the final choice.
Harry was a big fan of stockings, and suspenders, what guy isn't?
What i had on that day was seemed black tights, that's what it appeared like to everyone at work anyway.
But i was actually wearing seemed black stockings with a pretty floral top and suspender belt complete with skimpy black knickers.
My bra was a very pretty lacy thing, see through.
Harry had been eyeing me up in the afternoon, mentally undressing me.
But now his patience had grown thin.
"Eh.....NO!"
Another well aimed slap kept his free left hand at bay, for now.
We were getting close to our place, just around the corner.
To keep up the pretence of our clandestine affair i asked harry to park around the corner. Just in case john came home early.
While he parked up i made a call.
I had to know that chris was where he should be.
He answered almost immediately.
I asked if he was sure he had his inhaler? Lame excuse i know.
In the background there was a lot of noise, sounded like a bloody arcade.
Chris replied impatiently, telling me that
"Yeah!....course i have"
And that was that.
Oh my....that felt better, knowing he was at his friends house and absorbed in things that seem important at that age.
We got out and walked the 100 yards or so to our house, my short heels clicking on the pavement....harry kept feeling my bum up as we walked.
In the end i gave up trying to stop him.
Once inside i locked the front door leaving the key in the lock just in case.
While even the slightest chance remained of chris coming back, i couldn't be too careful.
Inviting harry to go in the living room i asked if he wanted a drink? He did.
Passing him one of johns beers from the fridge then making an excuse about having to get a new bottle of wine from the bedroom. This was actually my chance to switch the cameras on.
One was high up on a bookshelf facing the base of the bed, the other was hidden inside a wardrobe that had its door ajar. This one faced the side of the bed.
With both cameras rolling i went back down to the kitchen, poured myself a large white wine and joined harry in the living room.
There he was looking at our family pictures. The sight of him doing that suddenly brought back that guilty feeling.....
Hearing me come in he turned around smiling, he'd been looking at a picture of us all on holiday. Harry made a comment about me having two fine boys.
"It was a joint effort"
I grinned back then took a big drink from my glass, feeling like I needed it.
Sitting down on the settee i watched as harry pointed to the picture of john and asked
"This him?"
I nodded, taking another drink, it had nearly gone.
Harry moved closer to the photo and scrutinized my husbands image.
He mumbled something to himself.... then said
"He's a fine looking fella.....not as handsome as me of course"
He turned and winked, took a big swig from his bottle then came and sat close to me.
With my wine gone i set the glass down and crossed my legs, harrys eyes instantly noticing my skirt riding up.
He tried again, but i swatted him
"In a minute!...... honestly....your like a kid in a candy shop"
Harry snorted and said something about going to punish me for making him wait.
With the wine drunk fast on an empty stomach it was going straight to my head and i began to relax a little.
Feeling more comfortable i chatted to my boyfriend. Mainly about the day at work but also harry asked a fair few questions.
About the house, kids, john etc.
But it was not long before the conversation took on a more intimate tone, we were sat very close, harry had his arm over my shoulder, fingers playing with my earlobe.....i like that.
A moment later it all seemed to happen at once.
We began kissing, slowly at first, the passion rising.
What had been simmering between us all day was coming to the boil.
He quickly had a hand in my blouse squeezing and groping my left boob, gently pinching the nipple, sending pulses of exquisite sensation all through me.
"Mmmmm"
I purred approval as my hand slid further up harrys leg to his crotch, exploring the growing bulge.
Breaking off our kiss harry gently pushed me back in the seat and quickly had my blouse buttons undone and my tit scooped out the bra.
It was in his mouth in a jiffy, sucking and flicking his tongue across my...oh so....sensitive nipple.
"oh yeah"
I gasped, letting my head flop back for a moment..... and there they were...... up on the wall.... watching me.
Family pictures....
They were everywhere.....the boys....mum and dad....granny and grandad....
I had planned to pretty much go straight upstairs but what with the wine and getting caught up in the moment....
The pictures were a timely reminder.
Regaining some control i pushed back on harry, squirming out from underneath him.
His puzzled look soon turned to one of wicked glee as i said in a breathless voice
"Let's go upstairs"
I headed for the stairs while harry struggled getting his boots off.
Because of this i had a brief moment alone in the bedroom with the cameras.
I got into position at the bottom of the bed and looked up at the book shelf camera.
Harrys footsteps could be heard rapidly approaching up the stairs.....there wasn't much time.
Looking at the camera i smiled, then mouthed the words
"I love you"
It was my personal gesture to my husband. A little bit of sentiment just before the 'show'.
Harry appeared at the door seconds later, coming slowly in, looking around.
His eyes lingering on the bed before settling on me
"Ooo pippa.....on the marital bed no less.....you naughty girl"
On hearing this
I gave him my best sweet innocent look....and in my sexiest voice said
"Oh?......i thought i was your good girl"
Now safely in the bedroom, i was much more relaxed and free to be mischievous....my alter ego....a tease.
My words had the desired effect, it's a pity that harry was not, in his current position, in view of the cameras.
The look on his face.....
He came to me then and we embraced, kissing passionately, his arms holding me tight.
I'm very aware that my husband will be watching this later tonight.....
Harry breaks off our kiss and orders me to strip down to my undies.
Which i dutifully do. I like being told what to do.
He settles down on the bed to watch, now in full view of the cameras. John will have his first view of my boyfriend.
I wonder absently, what will john think of him?
With my outer layers gone i stand there and let harry have a good look, his eyes are all over me, it's delicious.
"Mmmm.....very nice....now.... take the bra off"
