Pippa's Holiday Romance

Author's note.

Towards the end of my 'chronicles of a shared wife' series, I made mention of a brief affair I enjoyed with a charming, if rather strange older man while on a caravan holiday, stating that I may come back to this encounter later as a stand alone story, and so, here it is.

Firstly, a brief reminder/introduction. My name is Pippa, 49, I'm medium build and have long blonde hair, I am currently in a very loving relationship with my hubby John who's 54, and his best friend Glen.

I have enjoyed being a shared wife for many years now, from experimental beginnings with Neil, a very shy painter we hired to redecorate our home, to more 'wild' encounters, such as entertaining my hubby and our two friends Eric and Josh, at a remote camp site in the yorkshire countryside.

And it's from this point in our past that I will now relate the story of an unusual encounter with an eccentric older gentleman called Bob.

**

Going back to the late summer of 2019, myself and John were spending most weekends up at Eric's campsite in the north york moors national park. There we were joined by Eric's friend Josh, a large black guy with an insatiable appetite. To say I was shattered after a weekend at the camp would be an understatement, with three eager guys giving me lots of attention... by the end of it I was practically limping back to the car.

Anyway, earlier in the year John had booked the two of us a short break, nothing special just a week in a caravan at a large holiday park on the yorkshire coast.

So, one bright monday morning in early september we packed the car and set off for what was planned to be a week of relaxation, just taking it easy and doing what we pleased. We had no plans to meet anyone, but if it happened then that would be a bonus.

Arriving at the seaside resort after an hour and a half of listening to John grumble about traffic, I was in need of a drink, and so suggested we go for a pub meal. After this it was a little shopping in town before heading up the coast a few miles for the holiday park to check in.

The caravan was a large 'gold' series with sea view, wrap around decking, etc, and right at the far edge of the park. After unpacking the car and settling in we went for a walk around the area. This was a huge park containing hundreds of caravans and chalets and it took us a good ten minutes to walk from where our van was, back to the main reception area. Here we found a leisure centre with pool, show bar, a restaurant, camp shop, fish and chip shop and an owners club.

With all the children back at school after the long summer holidays the park was fairly quiet with mostly older folk busy chatting in small groups, sat on benches eating ice cream while watching the world go by, or walking their dogs.

The place had a relaxed, almost lazy atmosphere, as though breathing a sigh of relief after the noisy hustle and bustle that comes with the height of the season.

For the first day we stayed within the park, deciding to use the pool it was back to the van to get our swimming things and towels. The pool itself was a little crowded and it made me wonder how they coped when all the kids were here. My bathing suit displayed rather a lot of deep cleavage, my 40E bosom proving popular with several of the older gentleman. One of whom did take an interest in me, making casual conversation about the camp and how long I was staying etc.

Unfortunately, as soon as he realised I was with my hubby he quickly backed off, much to my disappointment. The experience did have a positive note however, wetting our appetite for the week ahead, this holiday was supposed to be about rest and relaxation but if the fish were biting this quickly then perhaps our week long break may involve some mischief after all.

With our hopes up, later that evening we made plans to go to the show bar, with me actively seeking some attention. It was decided between us that John would hang back so as not to put any would be casanova off, sometimes less is more as they say, John deriving a great deal of pleasure just knowing I'm being chatted up by another guy.

After showering, John joined me in the bedroom while I prepared myself for what promised to be an exciting night, one of the highlights of our special relationship is my hubby watching me get ready. After all we'd been through together, it was often these little things that brought the most pleasure.

While I put on some lacy black underwear, complete with stockings and suspenders, there is little conversation, an electric anticipation hangs in the air between us, John intently observing my every move and me soaking up his attention.

For this night I wore a short floral dress with a plunging v neck, not too tarty but showing enough to generate interest. Finishing it off with a black cardigan, the days were warm enough but at night it would get cold quickly being here so close to the sea.

With my hair done and a little make up applied we share a loving kiss before heading out into the twilight evening, hand in hand initially but as the main camp complex looms John slows down and lets me take the lead.

I can hear the show bar before seeing it, loud familiar music steadily getting louder as I approach, Bryan adams 'heaven'. Walking through a small arcade and entering the bar I'm greeted by two security staff who ask to see my pass. Once that's sorted I head for the bar, glancing at the stage while doing so. A Bryan adams tribute band are the entertainment for tonight, and I note that the large seating area is rather full, with very few empty tables.

Acquiring a pint of cider I pass John on his way to the bar, we exchange knowing looks but nothing else, once again that sweet anticipation that only these special little moments can create fills me with a mischievous excitement.

Finding a table near the back I sit myself down and slowly begin to survey my surroundings, upon doing so doubt immediately begins to creep in. It soon becomes apparent that most of the people here tonight are middle aged or elderly couples, the few exceptions being young families who no doubt, are taking advantage of the cheaper off peak prices, allowing their kids to have an extra week off school.

Kicking myself for not checking out the place first I give it a chance anyway. However, for the next half hour my only company is a young lady collecting empty glasses, passing her mine I resignedly stand up, motioning for John, who'd been seated nearby to come over.

We sit down together and he talks into my ear to make himself heard above 'summer of 69', "We shoulda checked this place out first." John echoes my thoughts before asking if I'd like another drink, I do, and so with another round of drinks acquired we settle down to enjoy the show.

The band are very good and both of us being fans of Bryan, it's an enjoyable nights entertainment. Afterwards, feeling rather merry, John suggests we hit the arcade, where we receive some comical glances from the few children remaining at camp, their bemused expressions as they watch two tipsy adults playing whack-a-mole, leading me into giggles territory.

After we've made fools of ourselves in the arcade we head outside for some fresh air, and this is when we notice the owners club.

Walking slowly past and gazing in through the large windows it's John that speaks first, saying what I'm thinking, "Now that's where we need to be."

His words are a quiet understatement, for the scene inside is one that screams opportunity.

There are a few couples but most of the patrons are mature and elderly men, some drinking by themselves while others are gathered into small groups sat chatting.

Exchanging expectant glances we approach closer to the main doors where a notice can be seen, it reads, 'Members only'.

"Shit!" It's muttered under my breath but John hears me and underlines my comment, "Shit indeed."

It's a very frustrating moment, being so close to this potential gold mine of possibilities, but not able to go inside. Despite having a good time at the show bar and a bit of fun at the arcade it does seem as though this holiday park is mocking us, getting our hopes up with the earlier pool encounter then dashing said hopes when we attempt to act on them.

Trying to ignore our frustrations we wander off to the camp shop and buy some booze to take back to the van. Taking it easy for the rest of the night, we both get a little drunk while watching TV before retiring to the bedroom where John enjoys peeling me down to my lacy undergarments and taking things slowly, lots of foreplay and oral, which after the frustrations of the day... I relish.

After making love we fall easily asleep in each others arms... little realising what opportunity the next day will bring.

**

Woken by the sound of a seagull's cry, I gingerly rise out of bed, fearing a splitting headache but fortunately feeling none... surprisingly.

We'd drank quite a bit at the show bar and then brought several bottles of various alcohol back to the van, I vaguely recall having a bottle of red then starting on another.

After spending a penny I make my way through to the living room, noting the evidence of our excesses last night... empty bottles... used glasses.

Going to the front window and opening the curtains a little, it's almost six and the sky is brightening in the east.

Immediately in front of us is one row of caravans, beyond which is a grassy field, I can make out a path leading off towards the white chalk cliffs and dark blue of the north sea in the distance.

Feeling adventurous I quickly get dressed, checking on a snoring John first before heading out into the cool morning air.

Following the path I keep up a steady pace and soon I'm away from the caravans and heading for a small white building near the clifftops, looking around I'm completely alone save for the gulls and crows out searching for breakfast. Although it does strike me as odd that there's nobody else about, the fact I'm on my own evokes a spirit of adventure within me. Arriving near the clifftop, the path opens up to another large grassy field containing an access road, benches and a cafe.

The building I'd been aiming for is closed at this early hour, it's only other visitor this morning, a magpie raiding the bins.

Moving on towards the edge where there are more benches looking out to sea, a steep grassy slope gives way to a rocky beach two hundred feet below. Looking to my right I can see a flight of stone steps leading down to the cove below, but my curiosity and sense of exploration are temporarily distracted by probably the most beautiful sunrise I've ever seen, a brilliant orange crescent emerging from the sea.

Deciding to wait where I am and enjoy this spectacular sight I look around for a suitable bench, and this is when he first comes to my attention. Off in the distance, coming up towards me from the caravan park is a lone jogger, using the same path I had moments earlier.

I must confess that my first reaction to seeing the man I would soon come to know as Bob, wasn't very... nice.

I rarely curse, but given there's nobody to hear, I indulge in a little rant all to myself, with the tone of, just when you think you're alone... some cunt comes along and spoils it!

That's how it felt, here I am surrounded by beautiful scenery, stunning sunrise, just me by myself alone with my thoughts and then a jogger turns up... bravo... slow clap time.

All was not lost however, as the path he was on opened out behind me and kept going on past the cafe and off along the clifftop to my left, maybe he would go up there...

After sitting down I waited a few moments, taking in the glorious view and spectacular colours this sunrise was creating. As it quickly grew brighter and I had to avert my gaze I thought I'd check where the jogger was heading, for me, or further up the clifftop path.

As I was turning on the bench to see, I heard him first, footfalls in the dew soaked grass, then he's running past me gazing straight ahead as though I'm not there.

As he goes past I get a good look at him, an older man perhaps early seventies, wearing a baggy t-shirt and shorts, short and slim, not much taller than me, he has grey receding hair and stubble on his face, the guy has a rugged, hard look.

Turning my head, watching him closely, he runs up to the edge of the cliffs glancing over at the sunrise while jogging on the spot, then, incredibly, turns away from the sun so he's in profile to me and begins some vigorous shadow boxing.

I can't believe what I'm seeing, incredulity joining the annoyance already coursing through me.

At this point, meeting someone special was at the back of my mind, I just wanted to enjoy a quiet moment by myself, just the sunrise and me. However, my irritation is slowly tamed by acceptance that he's probably not going to go away, and his increasingly comical display.

While watching, I note he's aiming the odd quick glance in my direction and it appears this little show of fitness is actually for my benefit, the knowledge of which I initially find rather juvenile but also, very amusing.

Fighting back a bout of the giggles, I continue to watch as he gets down on the grass and proceeds to do some push-ups, managing about twenty in quick succession, occasionally glancing at me, making sure I'm still watching.

And it's this need for my attention that suddenly begins to arouse my interest, I've gone from being annoyed, to wanting to laugh at this guy, to having realised that maybe... just maybe. He's not exactly what I'd call handsome, and he is behaving strangely... but.

But, it's early days so I just give him the benefit of the doubt and see what he does next.

After finishing the push-ups he gets back on his feet and walks over to me a little out of breath, plonking down next to me without asking if he could share the bench.

There's a brief silence where we both look out across the sea, everything tinged with an orange glow. I can hear his breathing coming under control and presently he clears his throat, turns and offers me a hand introducing himself, "My names Bob... pleased to meet yer."

Leaning in a little to take his hand I'm shook with a firm grip, "Morning Bob I'm Pippa... it's nice to meet you too."

I find the guy's forward approach and invasion of personal space somewhat unnerving but don't let it show through with my expression or tone of voice, offering a warm smile and steady confident greeting.

I'm fully aware that despite Bob's small stature he will certainly be stronger than me, and I am completely alone with him.

Letting go hands we fall into an easy, casual conversation, firstly about the wonderful sunrise and beautiful seascape. Then Bob tells me a little about himself, he's up here from hull for a week like us, a family holiday with his daughter, son in law and grandkids.

He tells me that his wife died several years previously, to which I offer my sympathies. He thanks me then quickly changes the subject, asking about my stay, where I'm from etc.

Put on the spot I tell the truth and reveal that I'm here with my hubby, going on to describe our night out at the show bar. Apparently Bob was there too, also being a Bryan adams fan means we have plenty of fuel for our already flowing conversation.

After talking about music I take the bait presented earlier and ask him about the shadow boxing... and oh boy... is Bob full of himself.

Firstly he goes into detail about his amateur boxing past, who he's fought, how many times he's won, where he's fought, the crowd numbers etc... etc. I soon begin to regret asking, Bob claims to have met some famous people within the boxing world, but knowing very little about the sport I feign interest, the only name I do recognise is Chris eubank and that's because he used to be in the news a lot, Bob claims to have had a friendly sparring match with him once.

I just nod my head and act impressed, however, the more he tells me the more I suspect I'm being fed porky-pies.

Next, Bob talks about his exercise routine, how many miles he jogs how many push ups he can do, etc.

And it's here where I get a surprise, as during our chat he reveals his age, coming to the end of a boast, he adds, "Not bad for a sixty two year old eh?"

As he's saying it he leans in a little and winks, I nod and reply that's very impressive, but at the same time I'm thinking he looks a good ten to fifteen older.

It's clear that being an amateur boxer has aged Bob, making him look older than his years, what's also clear despite Bob's knowledge that I'm married, is his interest in me. There's the bravado about his past boxing experience, and the boasting with his level of physical fitness, obviously an attempt to impress me. However, more evident than this is Bob's numerous glances at the bit of cleavage I'm displaying.

When I set out for the walk this morning it was a little chilly and I wasn't exactly dressed to tease, jeans and boots on my lower half, bra, t-shirt, jumper and coat on my upper.

Despite these layers, the jumper is a v-neck and with my coat open I'm showing a few inches of cleavage which Bob has taken a great deal of interest in, he doesn't try and hid it either, glancing downwards often while he's talking to me and blatantly gazing at it while I'm chatting to him.

I've never known a guy be so obvious, under normal circumstances I'd be tempted to point out his rudeness with the time-honoured, 'I'm up here.' While motioning to my eyes.

However, this isn't a normal everyday interaction, Bob has aroused my interest and I intend to take things further.

Choosing not to give him the 'come on' just yet, we have after all just met and I want to discuss things with John before proceeding, instead I give Bob plenty of meaningful eye contact and make sure he knows I'm interested by arranging to meet for a chat here same time tomorrow.

I leave Bob with a big grin on his face, obviously very pleased that I want more of his company.

**

Wednesday morning... early.

Walking down towards the clifftop cafe, it's another fine morning, dawn just breaking. I'm sharing this early start to the day by the same wildlife I observed yesterday, crows and gulls mainly, a magpie here and there, plus a few rabbits that dart back into the cover of a hedgerow at my approach, showing me a brief flash of their white tails.

As I move steadily along, my mind, full of excitement and anticipation at what the morning may bring, wanders back to the previous day and my first encounter with Bob.

After getting back to the van I immediately woke John and told him what had happened. His irritation at being woken so early quickly replaced by excitement as he listened with great interest to my account of the mornings walk, and a potential new special friend.

Bob was the hot topic for the rest of that day, John asking me lots of questions. It was clear that he shared my own thoughts about Bob's claim to have sparred with a famous boxer, dismissing it as fantasy and bravado to impress me.

The knowledge that Bob was definitely interested, illustrated by his boasting and the shameless leching at my cleavage generated a lot of excitement between us, and we were on a high for the whole day.

As mentioned previously, although we'd enjoyed some wild things together it was often the more 'tame' experiences we appreciated the most.

And now, as I wandered down the coastal path towards the little white cafe, the anticipation was eating me alive. Having been decided that I would dress more reavingly and give Bob the green light, as a result I was certainly feeling the cool air this morning.

Wearing the same as I had on my lower half the previous day, on top I'd swapped the sweater and t-shirt for a blouse, leaving several of the buttons undone and my coat open to reveal much more cleavage than yesterday, my sensitive nips reacting to the cold air and tenting out the thin material of the blouse.

If Bob had been impressed yesterday, how was he going to react this morning?... I was about to find out.

Getting closer I can see Bob is already there, sat on the bench in his t-shirt and shorts with his back to me gazing out to sea, the sunrise this morning is subdued by a thin veil of mist giving the seascape an eerie quality.

Upon getting closer he hears my approach and turns around, his eyes immediately drawn to what I'm displaying, and there they remain as we exchange greetings and I take a seat next to him, Bob clearly finding it difficult to look anywhere else.

We begin chatting, about the weather initially, the mist inspiring Bob to tell me about a phenomena he once witnessed some years earlier, a regular visitor to this camp he relates the story of encountering the 'walking grey men' while up on these very clifftops.

This rather spooky reference being used to describe a very thick fog which appears quickly, blotting out everything in its path and leaving those caught in it unable to see anything beyond a few feet away.

After this quite scary account, Bob begins telling me more about his exercise routine, this time mentioning the leisure centre where they have a gym. He goes into detail about how much weight he can bench press, etc, I nod and act amazed, giving his ego a good workout, making sure he knows I'm impressed with him.

All the time he's talking to me Bob keeps glancing downwards, enjoying the view while once again not trying to hide it. His behaviour becomes increasingly lecherous to the point where he's actually leaning forward on the bench to get a better view. His attraction is now so obvious between us, and with my heart beginning to beat faster I decide it's time to make a move

During a lull in the conversation, as he's checking out my bosom for the umpteenth time, I ask, "Do you like what you see?"

Bob initially doesn't react, keenly focused as he is on my deep cleavage. A few tense seconds pass, my throat feels dry and my heart's going fifty to the dozen.

Presently he makes eye contact, nodding exaggeratingly while grinning, his leering expression... the original dirty old man.

Grinning back, I then look around to see if anyone is about, we are completely alone so I give him the go ahead, "You can have a feel if you want."

Upon hearing this Bob also has a glance around, before returning his gaze to my cleavage with an expression of fervent desire. Making eye contact once more he replies, "Oh I want to alright love... but what would your hubby ave to say about it?"

Watching him closely I reassure, "My hubby isn't here... and even if he was he wouldn't mind."

Curiously, I note that Bob doesn't question why my hubby wouldn't mind, instead his grin widens and he shuffles closer to me, takes another quick look about us, then places both hands on my boobs, gently groping through the blouse.

"Oh yeah... bloody ell lass you've got some big uns."

While exploring he keeps commenting, pouring praise on my assets and alternating his gaze between my eyes and what his hands are doing. Slipping them into the blouse he continues to fondle, this time through my bra where erect nipples become the focus of his attention, he pinches gently and rubs his thumbs back and forth over each swollen bud.

Sighing at Bob's touch, I have sensitive nips and what he's doing is very arousing, added to the spontaneous nature of our interaction... I can feel myself moistening up downstairs.

"Oooh that feels good... yeah I like that." Spurred on by my encouraging words Bob increases the pressure just a little, causing a gasp from me.

"Yer like that do yer lass?... you'd like it a lot more if you got em out for me."

Pulling his hands out Bob has another look around before goading me, "Go on... there's nobody about... a dare yer."

Having a look about us to make sure he's right, I then proceed to take him up on his dare, scooping first one then the other out the bra and presenting my bare breasts to him.

Sitting there with my boobs out on the bench facing Bob feels rather strange, just moments earlier we were chatting together like ordinary everyday folk, but within a short space of time the situation between us has completely changed... I'm loving this spur-of-the-moment nature of our interaction.

"Fuckin ell!" Bob's simple but profound exclamation is backed up by his fervent stare, quickly placing both hands on my tits the phrase, 'kid in a candy shop' springs to mind.

His face aglow with excitement, he wastes no time in lowering his head and tucking in, "Oh god yeah." I gasp as Bob greedily sucks on my swollen nips, quickly alternating between them.

"Oh yeah go on that's it... mmmm." encouraging Bob, I gaze down at his greedy suckling, so mesmerised by what he's doing that I'm failing to keep a look out. Raising my head and looking around us there's still nobody in sight but we are fully exposed to anyone who may come along, sat here on the clifftop bench with the cafe behind and to our left, it blocks out some of the distant caravans but not all. There's nothing out to sea except a lonely buoy, and to my right is a large white house on the clifftop but it's in the distance... maybe if the occupants had binoculars...

This thought triggers my kinky side and I realise it's time I had a feel, give anyone who could be watching a proper show.

Reaching down between us I have easy access to Bob up his baggy shorts, quickly sliding my hand up the inside of his leg I explore higher and discover he's not wearing underpants, what greets me is a semi hard cock which I grasp hold of and begin to wank, eliciting a muffled moan from Bob as he continues to suck my nips.

Bob opens his legs wider to give me better access and I lower my hand to a hairy sack, where I gently grope the two plums within, using my nails to tease.

"Mmmm." Another, louder moan from Bob tells me he particularly likes what I'm doing so I focus my attention here, continuing to fondle and gently massage my nails into soft yielding flesh.

Looking around again, keeping watch, must be vigilant there's nobody close by, while the thought of being watched from a distance is getting my juices flowing, we certainly don't want to be surprised by someone just stumbling upon us, this is a family holiday park after all.

Returning my gaze to Bob just as he emerges from my bosom, his face red, a little out of breath. My nips are standing erect, swollen buds glistening with Bob's saliva.

He takes a moment to admire the view then says, "Fuckin ell lass... you've got a stunning pair on yer."

I'm about to thank him but he moves in for a passionate kiss, and I have my first taste of Bob's tongue. "Mmmm." His muffled moan while we kiss is in response to my hand moving to his now rigid cock. Grasping firmly and fishing it out his shorts gets Bob's attention and he breaks away looking about us, showing more concern now that he is also on display.

Staring down at what's firmly in my grasp, Bob has a handsome, healthy erection for me. He's circumcised, about six inches long and quite thick, copying Bob and checking the coast is clear I return my eyes to him, and this is when a silent understanding passes between us.

I know what I'm going to do next and so does he, it's an electric moment... a spark of erotic anticipation.

Without saying a word, I give Bob a smouldering look before lowering my head to his lap and taking him into my mouth. There's a brief silence from above and I can imagine Bob closing his eyes at the sensations now flooding his mind, then I hear more profanity... quiet words as if in awe, "Fuckin ell... oh... oh yeah."

The last bit is said with concentrated fervour, and a little tremor present in the tone, I feel hands resting on my head, fingers through my hair... grasping at and then gripping tightly.

I'm no stranger to giving oral, I know when to play or tease, explore, or take my time, make it last as long as possible while keeping things on the boil, so to speak. But we are on a bench in a very open public area and not a place to practice any of those.

The risk of being suddenly discovered, added to the thrilling possibility of being watched from afar at this very moment, evokes a sense of urgency. And so I concentrate hard on giving him everything I've got, a quickie it shall be.

I can feel Bob's excitement building rapidly, those little thrusts becoming stronger, his grip on my hair tighter. There's no more cursing from above just the sound of heavy breathing.

And then, after just a few moments it happens, quite unceremoniously, Bob's rapid little thrusts stop and he goes rigid, a grunt from above and cum spills into my mouth, his cock throbs in rhythm to the spurts, I feel strong hands upon my head trembling.

Swallowing it all down the pulsing soon stops and with it Bob's grip on my hair slackens.

Raising my head slowly, looking down at the glistening member, as I watch a bead of pearly goo emerges from the engorged bell. Squeezing the shaft with my right hand I go down again and suck the last drops out before licking the end clean, letting go and watching as Bob tucks his shrinking cock back into the shorts.

"Bloody ell!" Bob exclaims while trying to catch his breath.

"I ant ad one of them... for a while... thank you Pippa."

He adds that he's panting more now than after a five mile jog, to which I reply that it was my pleasure, feeling quite proud of myself.

Bob watches as I put my boobs away and button up, then makes a comment about hoping to see, 'Those puppies' again soon. And it's my reply to this that leads to some strange behaviour from my oddball of a new friend.

Telling him that he's welcome to come back to my caravan this evening or perhaps tomorrow morning for some more fun, I then reveal that my hubby knew I was coming here to see him this morning and wholeheartedly approved, going into a little detail about our swinging lifestyle.

After confiding in him that John likes to watch while I'm with another guy, Bob goes quiet and just stares out to see, as though I haven't said anything.

Repeating my offer of coming back to our van yields the same result, this silence and lack of acknowledgement I initially find a little unnerving.

Quickly realising that Bob is not interested in putting on a show for john I continue with a second option, "Or if you'd prefer I could meet you here again this time tomorrow?"

Upon hearing this there's an instant positive reaction from Bob, turning to me he excitedly accepts, ignoring my recent disclosure he then goes on to pose the question, did I think anyone saw us? Mentally shrugging off Bob's strange behaviour I suggest that perhaps someone in the clifftop house or distant caravans behind us may have observed through binoculars.

Bob agrees, and it's obvious from his excited banter on the subject that he likes the idea of possibly being watched, at least so it would seem, from a distance.

We stay on the bench for another half hour, chatting about our recent passionate encounter, Bob praising me for my oral skills and revealing that I'm only the second woman he's known to have swallowed, the other being his dearly departed wife.

He tells me that since her parting at a relatively early age to breast cancer, there has been three girlfriends, two minor affairs and one more serious that lasted almost a year.

From our conversation there are aspects of Bob's personality that are highlighted, he's obviously a dominant guy, and obviously way too confident to the point where he blows his own trumpet too loud... full of himself is an accurate description. Yes confidence is a good thing and a desirable trait in a man but too much and it starts to go the other way, for me, Bob is just hanging in there at the very edge, a little more and I just wouldn't be attracted to him.

One of the things that piques my interest in the guy is his peculiar behaviour, attracted to the weird and wonderful, I find this to be intriguing, if a little too weird at times.

The way he talks about things, makes everything into an intetesting story, has a captivating quality, despite his strong accent and ever present bragging.

Having listened to his story I choose not to talk about my own personal life, fearing a repeat of Bob's earlier silent treatment, instead I give him a slow sensual kiss and promise to meet him here on the bench tomorrow morning, leaving him once more grinning like a cheshire cat.

**

"Pip?... how'd it go?" John's voice from the bedroom sounds urgent, my hubby's excitement clearly evident within the expectant tone of his voice.

Quickly taking my shoes and coat off I head down a narrow corridor to the back of the van where our bedroom is, finding the door open and John sat up in bed. When setting out to meet Bob earlier that morning we'd had a little chat, the anticipation of what might take place creating a great deal of excitement between us.

Although I had dressed in a revealing manner, showing a lot of cleavage, it wasn't a guarantee anything would happen, and the speed, the spontaneous nature of what actually happened had taken me by surprise, albeit a very pleasant one.

And now, as I faced my hubby it was time to reveal all, this particular aspect of the special relationship we have being one of the most exciting.

He knows immediately from the look on my face that something big has transpired, as I begin relating this mornings encounter I'm undressing, noting as I remove my panties, the damp patch on the gusset.

I leave out Bob's strange reaction to my offer initially, focusing instead on the juicy parts of what I've recently been up to. Getting into bed next to John my hands immediately wander downwards, and upon discovering he's already as hard as rock he tells me it's been that way on and off since I left... thinking about what I may be doing.

Gently wanking him while I continue with my account, John avidly listens, making the occasional enthusiastic comment and also beginning to call me those names I love to be called... tart... slut... dirty whore.

It's clear that my little confession has aroused John's dominant side, after I've finished relating I'm ordered to go down on him and provide the same experience I've just dished out to, 'That dirty old man on the bench.'

While sucking on John's throbbing erection I'm called more names and chastised for my slutty behaviour, the nasty words... all music to my ears.

I can hear the fervent tone in his voice and detect a slight tremor, just when I think I'm about to get my second mouthful of the morning John begins to get up, pushing me first onto my back then ordering me onto all fours, quickly getting into position behind.

And there, amid hushed feverish cursing from hubby, I'm roughly taken, John's hand in my hair fingers grasping, pulling my head back hard just how I like it. We both climax quickly and at the same time... both of us needing a quick release.

That morning is the pinnacle of our combined hopes and desires, attuned together in perfect harmony.

Little do we know at this point that Bob was to fulfill our needs so completely, and with the slightest of interactions from John... proving that sometimes less really is more.

End of chapter 1.