It had been a long drive down to our rented cottage near Silverstone. It should have taken a couple of hours, but the M1 gods had other plans and even Google maps couldn't route us around the carnage.
We'd grabbed a bite of dinner at a service station, and paid handsomely for the privilege. But finally, hours later than planned we had arrived with profuse apologies to the owner.
A rushed unpacking and a glass of wine each lead us to the bedroom where things didn't go as planned. We were both tired, my tackle wasn't interested and Jane fell asleep. "Ah well! We can make up for it tomorrow morning." I thought as I drifted off to sleep myself.
The next morning didn't go to plan either. Neither of us had set an alarm and we ended up waking with barely enough time to get washed, dressed and breakfasted and be able to get out of the door it time for our slot at the motor racing museum.
I have to admit car racing isn't my thing, so I was more preoccupied thinking about Jane's naked body and our missed shag that morning than I was paying attention to the cars. I guess that's why we got split up for about half an hour.
I was somewhat surprised when I eventually found her again. Or rather when I found them. Jane had made a new friend, a guy a bit older than us who while being dressed as a racing fan and while chatting to her about some race or another seemed more interested in Jane than in the cars.
She spotted me and quickly made introductions. I'll admit he seemed nice enough and very chatty so I didn't feel put out when he stayed with us through the rest of the tour and on into lunch.
Afterwards, he offered to take us out for dinner as a thank you for a lovely day. Not seeing any harm in it and having been glad to see Jane so animated with him after the last 18 months I quickly agreed and offered to book a table at a nearby pub I'd heard good things about.
The rest of the afternoon whizzed past. The usual prep for a nice meal out, showering, tarting ourselves up and in my case helping Jane get her lingerie and jewellery on. In this case a rather nice black bra and matching string knickers set. To keep herself presentable in public she slipped on a vest top and a nice skirt. Admitted a skirt which I'd failed to mention to her that in bright light was see through.
We arrived at the pub early as it was a glorious day and decided to grab a drink out in the beer garden while we waited. We'd only been a few minutes when our new friend arrived, evidently having had the same idea. We picked up where our conversation had left off and it was soon time to go find our booked table.
Jane lead the way, followed by our friend and then me. I didn't realise at first that the summer sun had turned Jane's skirt almost transparent. I spotted it about the same time I realized our friend was getting a good eye full of her pert cheeks wiggling at him. I decided not to say anything to save her embarrassment.
Dinner went well. I'd be lying if there didn't seem to be some flirting going on between the pair of them. Subtle at first then getting a little more overt as time went on. After finishing up, I surprised myself by suggesting that we could head back to our cottage for an after dinner drink. Jane surprised me by agreeing. I think I knew here what should have been obvious for some time, that I wasn't going to be the one bedding Jane tonight.
Back at the cottage, with a degree of manoeuvring I didn't entirely follow, I ended up in an armchair while Jane and our friend were on the 2 seat sofa. Well I say 2 seat, it must have been the smallest sofa ever. Jane and our friend didn't seem to mind though. Pushed together as they were.
I must have drifted for a minute, because I was suddenly aware of slow music playing and movement. Jane and our friend were slow dancing in the middle of the living room. I couldn't help noticing that he had one hand on her bum, pulling her into a tight embrace as they rocked to the music, their heads together as he whispered things to her.
They spotted I was watching them and split apart. Not with the guilt of people caught doing something they shouldn't, just the natural parting as if it was planned to separate there and then. I couldn't help noticing the impressive bulge in his trousers as they parted.
"Ah! You're awake" he said. "we've been talking. It's getting late and I'll be staying the night. Jane's kindly offered the double bed to me and had insisted that she join me." I nodded, mutely. "so if you'll excuse me, I'll be taking her up on that offer. I think there are some blankets in a cupboard somewhere."
And with that they were gone.
In a daze I found the blankets, switched off the light and settled down to get some sleep.
I was to get little sleep that night as the walks were very thin.
It wasn't long before I heard the sound of two bodies falling into bed. Exclamations of how cold it was, rustling and then approval that something was much better. Then quiet, leaving me to imagine this stranger we'd only met a few hours ago, kissing my wife while exploring her body.
Then the first moan happened.
Then another and another. It was obvious he knew how to turn on a woman. And the woman he was doing it to was my wife.
My cock stirs in my shorts.
Then voices. Her commenting on how big something was and wanting it inside her. Something indistinct from him.
More moans now Increasing in volume and frequency. His voice, muffled again, asking something. Hers in response, pleading.
Movement, like two bodies shifting around.
Silence.
Jane crying out "oh god yes that feels so good".