Estelle Ch. 02

I'd planned on writing the second part of this story a long time ago, but the nearly two years that have passed since I wrote the first part have been a complete roller coaster of emotions, sometimes joyous, sexy and fun and at other times challenging and even scary. I guess the big headline is that me and Estelle are still together and Estelle is still her wonderfully exuberant, cheeky, sexy self.

I would encourage readers to read part one of this story, but as it's been two years I'll also provide some background. I'm Steve Potter, I'm now fifty eight and spent most of my adult life, along with my wife Berni, as a pub manager. When Berni died I really struggled and almost gave up on everything. But with the help of friends and the staff of my pub, I kept going. It was the staff of the pub who came up with the idea of doing a cheeky calendar to raise money for cancer charities in memory of Berni. I'd always been an amateur photographer and got roped into taking the photo's for the calendar, I recount all of this in Trouble at The Inn.

One of my staff at the pub was Karen who had worked for me for over five years, she was a young single mother and, completely unrelated to the calendar, had recently started an Onlyfans page to earn extra money. She turned out to be one of the stars of the calendar and through our work on that, I began helping her with her Onlyfans page. Karen's mum, Estelle, had been a glamour model herself in the Men's magazine era, pre the internet, but had given it up when Karen and her brother were born. I met Estelle when she came to do a lingerie shoot with Karen, an amazingly fun and sexy afternoon and a photo set that is still the most popular on Karen's site. Shortly after that, me and Estelle started dating and I retired from the pub and we both ended up working with Karen on her site. Karen was always nagging Estelle to do more photo shoots and even to start her own page, Estelle always refusing, sometimes, I think, just to annoy Karen, but she was slowly coming around to the idea.

We went on holiday to Spain for two weeks and filmed a lot of content for starting a page, some of it cheeky and fun, some of it pretty hardcore, much like Estelle had filmed in her modeling days before Karen was born. Part one of this story is about that holiday and about how wild, extreme and downright dirty Estelle could be and how I and our relationship adapted to that. This, part two, is about what happened after that. I hope you enjoy it. Feedback and comments always welcome.

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We arrived back in England both still giddy and excited about the holiday but also about getting Estelle's page up and running and the ideas we had for that, Estelle wanting to create something similar to the hard core continental style videos and magazines she'd shot in her early twenties and me wanting to do classier, more cheeky and sexy content that allowed her personality to shine through. I imagined we'd end up meeting somewhere in the middle.

We weren't yet living together and went to our own places, saying we'd meet up at Karen's on Monday morning and really get the ball rolling. Estelle had arrived earlier than me, to give her grandkids some presents that she'd bought and then to take them to school, so only Karen was there when I arrived, and she started pumping me for information and gossip straight away.

I explained that I thought Estelle would start her own page but that I also thought they should do a lot of stuff together, it looked great and you could tell they were having real fun, which was always popular with the viewers. I also explained how we hoped to copy some of the old VHS that Estelle had onto the website for folks to see and try and recreate some of them.

"But I'm not sure, some of them are apparently very hardcore, Estelle and three or more men, using all her holes and more, peeing, bdsm, the lot."

"And mum wants to do all this again?"

"Yep."

Karen burst out laughing, "Dirty old cow." I rolled my eyes and nodded in agreement.

When Estelle returned Karen was onto her straight away. "Steve tells me you want to get your ass fucked and then get pissed on."

If looks could kill, Estelle glaring at me and then noticing that Karen was smiling, "Well, when you say it like that I don't suppose it sounds so glamorous."

"That's because it's not glamorous, hot maybe, but not glamorous. And besides, it might give you hemorrhoids."

This did it, the three of us creasing up with laughter at this vision of Estelle getting piles and at the conversation in general.

"It's just that I felt something on holiday that I haven't felt in a long while. When I was being really slutty, either just for Steve or for Steve and his camera, something clicked in my brain, like I'd taken a drug and I wanted more of it. I want more of that feeling."

"And you'll get it my love, believe me. But we'll make you shine, show this incredibly sexy, strong, wild woman whose doing it because she loves doing it and isn't just there because she has three holes to fuck."

"Goodness, you're such a charmer." It was Karen again, and again it got us all laughing.

I had some errands to run and left them to it, knowing they needed to chat. Karen told me afterwards that they'd had a real heart to heart and that even though she'd been badgering her mum to do an Onlyfans page for months, a lot of that had been bravado and she had lots of reservations, but after their talk she was now 100% behind her mum.

She also told me that her mum had said she'd never thought she'd find someone like me that she could love and could trust with her deepest desires, even if some of them were as dirty as fuck. I smiled but was also very touched, Karen sensing this and giving me the biggest hug and whispering 'thank you' in my ear. She broke the hug and said, "Right, back to work, am I flashing my tits or my ass this afternoon?" I was a lucky man.

We were busy that next week with Karen's site, the weather was good and we did a number of outdoor shoots, trying to catch up on the time we'd missed whilst I was on holiday. Estelle came along on a couple of shoots and was very helpful, even as a lookout when Karen was being particularly bold, which was often as she seemed reinvigorated by Estelle getting involved. We hadn't set a date to start Estelle's page yet, and Estelle kept saying she wanted more content and to check a few things out, I wondered if she was having second thoughts.

"Do you realize that the weekend after next is one year since we launched the calendar?"

It was 10am on a Wednesday morning and we were in the frozen food section of a local supermarket and we'd finally persuaded Estelle to take part in a photo shoot with Karen, both flashing individually and then together, the supermarket was busier than we thought and we were just killing time, hoping it would quieten a little, I was worried in case Estelle's nerves got the better of her before we started.

"No I hadn't realized that, it's gone so quick, and look at us now." I said this with a smile, pretending to shiver as it was cold in these aisles.

"Well I think we should do something to celebrate. Quick, get your camera ready, after that lady's gone, we're clear, mum get ready."

Karen was wearing a t-shirt and short skirt, and as Estelle moved to one side she lifted her shirt, shaking her big boobs at me and that well practiced cheeky smile on her face, she turned, bent slowly and showed me her ass with the tiniest of thongs wedged between her cheeks. She straightened and smoothed down her clothes, her face a little flushed as it always was. She looked around quickly and said "Mum, your go now."

Estelle rarely wore t-shirts and instead was wearing a silky white blouse and black pants, very classic and well cut.

She swapped places with Karen and started to slowly undo her buttons, no rushing, a 'do you dare me smirk' on her face rather than a smile. She'd undone two or three buttons when Karen, who was keeping look-out behind me, said "There's someone coming." Estelle looked past me and said "Oh, I don't think he'll mind." And carried on undoing her buttons.

I was concentrating on videoing so didn't look around but I heard Karen laugh. Estelle now had all the buttons undone and had untucked the blouse from her trousers, a very pretty lacy white bra now fully visible. Her skin was still glowing from our holiday in the sun and as she pulled her shoulders back a little, she looked stunning, so classy, so sexy.

A fairly full shopping trolley now passed me, slowly. The middle aged man pushing it had a big shopping list in his hand, but was busier looking at Estelle rather than at his list. Estelle was only ten feet or so in front of me and as he reached her she gave him the loveliest smile and said quietly, "wait a moment." And he stopped. She reached up and undid the front clasp, making a big play of freeing her large boobs and then turning ever so slightly towards the man who just said. "Umm, very nice." Estelle saying thank you, and then giggling as she began to do her blouse up. He walked on but kept looking back and smiling.

"OMG that was wild, you bleedin' tart." Karen literally had tears in her eyes as she laughed at Estelle.

"Well I think I made his day."

"And his week and his year. Mum you are mad, what would you have done if he was offended or complained you."

"I would have kept my shirt open and let Steve video the security guards manhandling me." It was her turn to get the giggles now.

Karen just looked at me, I think to say something to Estelle, I just gave a silly smile and shrugged my shoulders "I told you, once she starts there's no stopping her."

"It's a shame he kept walking, I wanted to show him the matching panties as well."

"And what's underneath them as well, you tart."

Estelle stuck her tongue out at Karen, and we were all laughing, a few people passing smiling at our obvious happiness, if only they knew.

We were talking about going somewhere to take more pics when I had an idea from watching other shoppers.

"Right, neither of you have bra's on now, I have an idea."

"Do we need hard nipples for these pics?" Estelle asked. I nodded.

"I'll do yours if you do mine." More giggles, but they stood facing each other and pinched each other's nipples through their shirts as I happily filmed.

We waited for the aisle to quieten again and I got them in position. "Karen, when I say, I want you to slide open the top of that freezer there and bend over as if looking in, lifting your top so your tits are dangling down. Estelle I want you to stand the other side of Karen and reach out to open the door of the higher freezer, your boobs out and nearly touching the glass."

Estelle started undoing her buttons, her tits immediately popping out, "Well, I want to be ready." We both just shook our heads and smiled.

We actually filmed for about thirty seconds, Estelle even turning towards me and Karen and winking at the camera and asking Karen did she know where the raspberry nipple ice cream was, which, for the none British, is a play on raspberry ripple, a very popular ice cream flavor in Britain.

Even though the consequences of getting caught were fairly mild, dirty looks, getting chucked out of the supermarket, there was still a rush to flashing and filming the way we had and we returned to the car on a bit of a high.

I had another idea, filming Estelle stood by the car and Karen walking towards the car with the bag of shopping that we'd actually done, making sure the viewers could see that we were just in a normal, busy supermarket car park.

Estelle, "So young lady, I hear you were flashing your tits and ass in the supermarket again, is that true?"

Karen, eyes down and looking guilty, "Yes mum, sorry mum, I just couldn't stop myself."

"That's just not good enough, what did I say I'd do the next time you acted like a little tart?"

"You said you'd spank my bottom like you did when I was little."

"And I will, I'm going to get into the car now and you get in after me and lay across my lap, do you understand?"

"Yes mum."

"Good girl."

As I've said before, it's not Hollywood, but they both did well to keep straight faces and keep it going. My car is a SUV or jeep type of car, very useful when you have a lot of kit and you go to some of the sort of places me and Karen did to film content. Firstly I filmed Estelle climbing into the back seat, her ass looking fine in the tailored back trousers and then Karen climbed in after, kneeling up onto the back seat as I bent down and filmed up her skirt, then moving across and laying across Estelle's lap.

I moved into the front and set myself up to film between the seats. Estelle was already running her hand up and down Karen's bare leg "What will we do if someone comes over and looks through the window?"

"Well, I'll film them looking through, serves them right for being nosy. Actually that gives me an idea."

I passed Estelle the camera and got out the car and had her film me looking through the window, I even moved my arm as if I was playing with myself, although I didn't know if that would come out well. I got back in and answered Estelle's quizzical look by saying I would edit it all together later.

Karen was still across her lap and looked back, saying were we going to film something or were we just going to chat all day. Estelle slapped her bottom hard, getting an 'ouch' from Karen "That's for being cheeky." This was going to be fun. Estelle asked what she should say and I told her to just make it all up.

As I started filming she was still rubbing Karen's leg, although now her hand was also going up and down the inner thigh, between her legs.

"How many times is that you've been caught flashing?"

"Three."

Estelle spanked her hard again, "How many?"

"Five."

"That's better. So I'm going to spank each cheek five times and hope you've learnt your lesson."

She lifted Karen's skirt completely up, she had a great ass and Estelle let her fingers trace over the skin, over the already reddened areas, a wicked grin on her face, perfect for the camera. She spanked each cheek twice, the sound reverberating around the car.

"This thong is in my way, I'll have to remove it."

"But please mummy, then everyone will be able to see my wet pussy."

"But you like showing people your cunt, don't you."

A little silence and then a quiet "Yes."

I stopped filming, wondering if not all of it was acting "You two are fucking amazing. I'm going to see if I can film from the outside."

I pressed the button and lowered the window closest to Karen's bum, the two of them getting a bit of a shock and I'm sure feeling very exposed, but I climbed out, had a quick look around and stood in front of that window with the camera pointing in, "Carry on."

"Oh look, we have a pervert looking in at us, lets show him what a naughty slut you are and how you like men to see your cunt, lift your ass up slut."

Karen did so and Estelle immediately smacked it twice more before starting to pull down her thong, Karen's ass looking amazing as she moved and twisted to kick the thong off her legs in the enclosed space.

A car pulled up into the space next to me and I went to stop filming but Estelle shook her head and pulled Karen's ass cheeks even further apart, saying "Stay there pervert, the show's not over yet."

Karen looked back over her shoulder with a bit of panic on her face, but I just nodded and smiled, hoping she'd trust me, if not her mum.

Three people had gotten out of the car, two at the front and one on the other side at the back. With the way I was standing there was no way past me between our two cars so they had to go to the front and even though they were looking at me I knew they couldn't see anything within the car.

As they moved away I stopped filming and said I had enough, a bit of me not trusting Estelle and what she might do next.

"Why don't I get out and then you can film Karen getting out of the car, I can stand next to you like an extra shield, between us on one side and the door on the other, no one will be able to see much." It was a good idea but I wasn't sure how Karen was feeling.

"What do you think darling, would it work?" It was Estelle talking to Karen and I was again amazed how quickly she could flip from her actress persona back to her normal, loving mum.

"We could give it a go and see." And we did, Karen crawling out backwards at first, her ass up in the air, and then flipping around, her skirt still around her waist as she sat with her feet dangling out the door, pulling her top down and playing with her nipples, then looking at the camera and saying. "I've been a very naughty girl today, would you like to see my mummy pulling off my knickers and then spanking me, you would? Then click on the link bellow and join my VIP area." She finished by running a finger between her wet lips and then sucking it.

"Oh darling, you are such a professional at this fans page malarkey, I don't think I'll ever remember that I'm meant to be making money and not just enjoying myself."

"Oh you will, and it doesn't matter if you don't, Steve can edit it all in later."

"I don't know how Steve concentrates. He's had that boner for the last fifteen minutes looking and your ass and sexy bits."

"Steve's had that boner for the last hour, he'd used to it."

"You could always film me helping him with that boner, I'm sure he won't mind." They were both giggling at this and talking about me as if I wasn't there, I decided to join in a little.

"Steve, whilst thanking you for your very kind offer of assistance, would much rather take two beautiful ladies to lunch to celebrate a wonderful morning, now where will I find two beautiful ladies?"

It was all silly fun but we were all in great spirits as we entered the restaurant, just a few niggles and concerns at the back of my head about how Karen felt about Estelle's fairly full on performance and about how far Estelle would have gone and whether Karen would have let her.

After the waiter had taken our order I turned to Karen, "What were you saying earlier about it being a year since we launched the calendar and doing something to celebrate it?"

"Well it's been an incredible year, the calendar made loads of money for charity, we've made a great team working on my page, you've corrupted my mum and now's she's launching her page." She let this hang in the air for effect, as if? "Anyway I think we should celebrate. I'm going to organize a BBQ at my house for all the people from the pub that helped with the calendar and for a few other friends and neighbours. What do you think?"

We both said we thought it was a great idea and Estelle asked her what day she was planning it for.

"I was thinking the Sunday afternoon, then everyone can bring their kids as well, why?"

"Because me and Steve are going up to London on Saturday." It was news to me, but Estelle went on to explain. "Through my old agent I looked up a couple of the people I used to model with in the old days. I spoke to one of them, but he hasn't been well and we're visiting him on Saturday."

As I say, it was the first I'd heard about it and I didn't know if I really wanted to meet a fella Estelle had modeled with, but there seemed no point in arguing about it, especially not in front of Karen when we were having a nice lunch. The rest of the lunch was lovely and we actually pinned Estelle down for a day that we were starting her page, all agreeing on the Monday after the BBQ.

Estelle explained to me later that her friend was called Joel and that of all the different people she'd worked with, he was the soundest, always looking after her if things got out of hand or a photographer or director got too handsy. She hadn't spoken to him in years but had gotten his number and spoken to his son who explained that he'd recently had a stroke, and that her visit might cheer him up a bit.

I couldn't really say much and in fact tried to turn it into something special by booking us into a nice hotel on the Friday night and booking us some tickets to see the show Hamilton, I was actually now looking forward to it.

Our hotel room was on the twelfth floor and we had great views overlooking the city, as if reading my mind Estelle said I should photograph and film her flashing at the window. This being Estelle though she had to take it further, pulling a large dildo from her bag and fucking herself royally before insisting I face fuck her with her head pinned against the window, it was fucking incredible but we then decided that the rest of the evening and weekend should be about us and not the fans page. We had a wonderful and very sexy shower together before going to the show.

It was a funny thing, for as sexy and open as Estelle was, she always dressed fairly conservatively, either in well cut trousers and blouses or longer, sundressy type dresses. But the next morning she wore a shorter dress, well above the knee and showing enough cleavage to make you look twice. She had a great body still, and so looked wonderful, but I didn't think it was only the nice weather she was dressing for.

I'd complimented her on how sexy and lovely she looked but over breakfast couldn't stop myself from asking why she was dressed like it. I think with a lot of couples, me asking might have been a problem, but we seemed to be able to talk about almost anything without arguing or feeling like the other person had hidden agendas. Estelle said that meeting up with Joel was bringing back a lot of memories, most of them good, and that she just somehow felt different, almost younger, being back in London. She also said, with a cheeky smile, that he'd had a stroke and maybe a look down her top might cheer him up. I said I thought it would cheer anybody up, or something silly like that. We checked out and headed over to Joel's, giving ourselves plenty of time as I wasn't used to the London traffic.

We rang the doorbell of the small terraced house and the middle aged West Indian woman who answered the door didn't seem too pleased to see us, neither smiling or saying hello, just leading us down the narrow hall way and pointing into the living room, saying 'he's in there'.

Joel was sat in an arm chair, and to me looked a fairly pitiful sight. You could see he'd been a big, strong man but was just sat there, slightly lopsided and staring straight ahead. Estelle went over to him, introduced me and then bent down and kissed his cheek, before squatting down so she was close to him and at his height, I just said hi and sat down on the armchair at the other end of the sofa.

Estelle was saying all the normal pleasantries and asking did he remember her, there was a sparkle in his eyes when she spoke so I think he did know who she was. After a few moments his hand reached out and he tried to grab her boob, Estelle tapping him lightly on the hand and laughing lightly but moving to sit on the settee out of arms reach and giving me a look as if to say, this is awkward.

Just then a very large younger man came in, ignoring me and walking over to Estelle who stood up and offered her hand, smiling and saying 'You must me Joel's son."

He ignored her hand and said "You must be the bitch my dad used to fuck when he was younger."

I hadn't liked him when he'd walked in but now found myself edging forward in my seat, I hated this guy and there was something very threatening about him, but Estelle didn't bat an eyelid, replying calmly that yes, her and Joel had worked together a long time ago.

"I have an even bigger cock than my dad."

It was the weirdest thing to say and I expected to Estelle to laugh or something, and maybe she thought she was calling his bluff, but she looked straight at him and said, 'Prove it."

His hand went down and pulled out a very large and hard cock and then he grabbed Estelle by the hair with his other hand and pulled her down onto her knees, she opened her mouth and he shoved it in as far as it would go, her hands pushing against his thighs to try and stop him, as he did it a second time I shouted 'Oi!' and he lifted her up by her hair and threw her onto the sofa like a rag doll, sneering at me as he did so.

I'd boxed as a young man and had spent more than thirty years working behind a bar, so was used to dealing with obstreperous people, but I used none of this. I actually think my feet left the ground as I flew at him and landed the headbutt, him going down like the piece of shit he was.

I was about to kick him when a calm voice said 'Don't', the lady who had let us in coming into the room, obviously alerted by the noise and commotion. My heart was beating through my chest but I managed to put my hand out to Estelle and help her off of the sofa, holding her hand tight as we walked out of the house.

I think we were both in shock, I certainly was, and as we reached the car I didn't know what to say or what to think, and my own head was starting to hurt, big time. I started the car and headed in what I hoped was the quickest way out of London.

We hadn't even spoken, my head was spinning and hurting and I wondered if I had a concussion, Estelle was just sat, turned slightly away from me and I knew she was crying. There was a sign for a shopping centre and I pulled in there, just so I could park up.

She looked at me, the tears, her whole body still shaking, "I'm sorry." I just took her hand and kissed it, "I know. We'll talk about it later, you'll need to drive."

I stepped out of the car and was definitely woozy, making my way slowly round to the passenger's side and Estelle reclining the seat for me so I could lay there. She helped me in and then, instead of going to the driver's side, she climbed in on top of me and cuddled into me, her tears on my chest as I held her tightly.

I woke with Estelle shaking my arm and found we were half way home, Estelle looking at me and smiling, saying that if I hadn't woken soon she was going to take me to the hospital. I put my hand out and held hers before sitting my seat up and letting it rest on her knee.

I was still a bit disorientated and then saw the time, it was nearly 5pm, "Shit, I'd arranged to meet someone before we left London."

"Who?"

"Just an old acquaintance from when I managed pubs, he runs clubs in London now."

"Can you phone him?"

"I'll do it later, he'll understand."

Estelle just nodded and I was glad because I was meeting him because I had some ideas for her fans page and thought he'd be able to help, as it was, after what had happened earlier, I didn't even know if there would be a page or whether either of us wanted there to be.

"We need to talk about earlier, but I don't think I'm up to it just at the moment."

"I know you're mad at me, I'm sorry."

"I'm mad about the whole fucking thing, especially that young cunt, although I hope I didn't do any real damage, not enough to get me arrested anyway."

"Do you think you could have?"

"I really don't know, I suppose."

We drove on in silence and I knew I could sleep again, telling Estelle to drop me home and that I thought she should go and stay at Karen's for the night.

"But I want to stay with you."

"I know, but I'll be fine and probably asleep and I think you should be with Karen, tell her what happened. It's important she knows."

I did fall asleep and was woken around ten with a sandwich and a cup of tea by Karen who'd gotten my key off Estelle.

"Mum told me everything that happened."

I just nodded and Karen lent in and cuddled me tightly.

"She knows you're really upset and mad at her and she's so sorry."

"I'm not mad at her. I'm more confused. I was really mad at Joel and his fucking son. He assaulted her and I'm sure he would have raped her, he sort of did anyway. and that's not her fault. But I don't understand why she said what she said and why she opened her mouth so he could do what he did. She could've been raped and I could get done for murder of GBH or something."

Karen showed me her phone, it was a message from the lady saying her son was ok, but they were keeping him in overnight for observation, and please don't ever contact them again.

"That's something I suppose."

"Me and mum had a long talk, a proper talk. She told me all that happened and I asked why she said prove it and all the rest. She says there's video's somewhere of his dad doing pretty much the same to her, it was slightly scripted, but the camera's would roll and they were just left to it. It was like she fell into character."

I could feel my blood rising again and I think Karen sensed it, "Apparently, many of the videos she filmed were a bit like that, she tried to defend it saying it was just how it was but I told her I thought it was abuse and rape and after lots of tears, she agreed. I told her it wasn't sexy or fun and only really fucked up people would get off on it and that she must never film anything like it again and that I knew you most definitely wouldn't film it."

"I'm not sure your mum should do a site at all, or that I want to film her, it might be too much."

"I said the same but she's a tough old bird, after we talked about today and the past, she had a G&T and asked what we were filming next for our sites next. She knows she's hurt you but she doesn't want to lose you, she really loves you."

"And I really love her and she hasn't hurt me, in reality none of it was her fault, no one should be treated that way. I also see her face when she's performing for the camera, the cheekiness, the joy, how much she loves doing it. Today was different, I only saw fear, she'll put on a brave face but we need to protect her, maybe even from herself."

Karen gave me another long hug, saying thank you and telling me how special I was which sort of helped me to stop thinking about how good her body felt against mine, I was definitely over the concussion.

"Mum said you were meant to meet an old friend in London this afternoon."

"It's nothing really. He's not so much a friend as an old acquaintance, it was just an idea I had for you two, I'm not sure if it would have worked out or whether you'd be up for it." I couldn't help but laugh wryly "although I'm sure your mum would have been."

"Now you're just teasing, you'll have to tell me."

"Well, when we first started managing pubs, long before we ended up in The Wayward Inn, we used to do holiday relief, going into a pub for a couple of weeks whilst the managers there had a break. A lot of these were in and around London and some of them were a bit rough. Some of the pubs, in and around the centre, even had strippers at lunchtime, to try and bring in the city gents. We were young and it was sort of exciting.

There was a guy, Alan Jones, who ran the agency we used to book the strippers through, I kept in touch with him over the years, booking the odd strippergram or sexy policeman for stag and hen do's."

"And?"

"And what?"

"The bang on your heads not that bad, where do me and mum come into all this?"

"Steve now has his own private club, a place where you can have a nice meal and watch a show. A bit like the Moulin Rouge but not as classy and more adult in nature."

"An upmarket strip joint?"

"More than that. Most of the audience are couples and they have choreographed shows."

"And?"

"Well, I was wondering if you two might like to be filmed onstage, performing for an audience, it would look incredible on your sites."

"Wow, I don't know if I could. I can't dance very well for a start and whatever about taking cheeky photo's in the park. It's a whole different level to flash your bits in front of an audience."

"I know, it was just an idea and it may not of been possible anyway. I was also thinking your mum would have just liked the club and I was going to arrange to stay another night and go for a meal there."

I could see the Karen's mind working overtime. "This weekend turned into a bit of a disaster for you, although mum did mention some of the videos and pics you took in your hotel room." She let this hang in the air, knowing I'd blush a little, "And I definitely want to see them."

"Anyway, I think you should spend the next few days with mum, just relaxing and chatting. We have plenty of material to go up on the page so we don't need to film anything this week.

I think the three of us should go up to London on Friday, visit your friends club, and then on Saturday me and mum can hit the west end and all the shops. It'll be my treat, and as you know, if we take a few pics to post whilst we're there, I'll be able to write it off against tax."

I had to laugh at Karen, she'd become a very canny business woman, working hard, making good money and also playing the system for all it was worth. She tried to write everything off against tax, even offering to straddle her new washing machine naked for a photo, but her accountant laughing and telling her she still couldn't claim against it for work. As it is, I think with the right videos and pics taken in London, she probably could claim back on that trip.

"I think getting to spend some time with your mum would be good for both of us. As for London, what will do about the kids?"

"They're due to go to their dads this weekend anyway, I'll get him to collect them from school Friday so we can leave Friday morning."

"I'll phone Steve tomorrow and explain all that's gone on and book us a table for Friday night. I think we should leave it till after the BBQ and me talking to Steve before we tell Estelle, just in case it doesn't work out."

I went over to Karen's early on the Sunday, both to help with setting up of the BBQ but also to see Estelle. The kids greeted me first, so excited to be having so many people, including some of their friends, over to their house. I chatted with them for a bit before Karen took them into the garden and left me and Estelle alone. We both just looked at each and then I held her, both of us crying as I told her everything was ok and that I loved her so much.

Estelle was wiping her eyes and smiling when she said, "Look at us, we're like soppy teenagers."

"I know, and I love it."

The rest of the day was wonderful, meeting up with old friends and everyone laughing and joking and having a great time.

I stayed at Estelle's that night and we went straight to bed, both cuddling in, needing to feel the others body and touch. Over breakfast I explained to Estelle about my conversation with Karen and how we were taking a few days off from her site and also about my friend and his club, but not mentioning about it being an adult club with shows. She said that even with all that had happened over the weekend, she still thought it was a great idea for the three of us to go to London for the weekend.

I immediately went on line to book a hotel, "Do you think I should book two room's or one family room?"

"I don't think Karen needs to see your saggy old ass going to the toilet in the middle of the night." Charming! "but see if they have those posh rooms with a door in between."

None of the hotels I looked at had this available, but one did have a suite with two bedrooms, bloody expensive though. I texted Karen telling her I'd booked it using her business card, which I normally only used for buying equipment. She texted back immediately with a laughing and thumbs up emoji.

We arrived in London just before lunchtime, still too early to check-in, but we dropped our bags and car at the hotel and headed out. We weren't going to the club till 9pm but I was already excited. I'd spoken to Alan a couple of times that week, explaining what I was doing now and what my ideas for a possible photo shoot were, he was really enthusiastic and saying it was all doable, explaining that they would often film their performers for promotional purposes, although by the way he laughed when he said it, I guessed there might have been more to it.

I kept Karen in the loop about it all, although she wasn't yet committing to it, but we still hadn't told Estelle, wanting to add the element of surprise to it.

It was a nice day and we decided to walk to Buckingham Palace first as it was only about fifteen minutes from the hotel.

Both Karen and Estelle now had premium VIP areas on their sites and whilst they would generally contain more hard core, or more gynecological pics, as Karen called them. In their case they also contained some of the sets they shot together, such as the spanking ones from the car. These were so incredibly popular that we knew we had to keep shooting more of them. The trick with it was to shoot a few cheeky and fun pics in a set that would make people want to pay some more to see some more hard core stuff, as well as it being sexy and revealing enough for the regular site members. Not all shoots leant themselves to being hardcore and that was ok, and I imagined a lot that we shot in and around London would be that way.

We had no shots planned as such and were just going to improvise as we went. As we walked along we passed a shop selling the normal tourist tat and I had an idea, getting them to both buy 'I Love London' t-shirts and saying that I thought they should get them at least a size too small, both of them giggling when they realized what I had in mind.

Buckingham Palace was, as you'd imagine, very busy on a Friday afternoon, thousands of people thronging about, taking photos of themselves. We stood a little way back, it was still busy but no one was actually on top of you and you could still see the Palace.

"Right, time to put your new shirts on."

They were both obviously nervous and were giggling, but they also knew that sometimes it was just as easy to get on with it, most people too afraid or polite to say anything.

They looked at each and Karen gave a sort of silent countdown, nodding with her head and the two of them taking their shirts off. Wow, I wasn't expecting that. They had on very sexy, matching lacy bras that I remembered from their lingerie shoot previously. They went to put on their new t-shirts but I told them to hold a moment, look at me, pose a bit. A few people were looking and I think I saw one guy possibly filming with his camera, but everything else was ok.

"Right, take off the bra's, show me your tits."

I could see Karen was nervous and Estelle giggled, but they did it, both letting me film them topless for about thirty seconds, Buckingham Palace looking nearly as magnificent as them in the background.

They put on the t-shirts and if I'm honest they looked ruder and more obscene than they did when they were topless, both aroused and looking very 'booby' in their tight t-shirts, their nipples very obvious through the thin material, Estelle not able to stop herself, and grabbing Karen from behind, a large handful of tit in both hands, this getting us a mixture of smiles and dirty looks from other tourists. You can't please everyone.

We carried on like this for the afternoon, visiting various sites and the girls even lifting their tops and flashing me as we stood by the Thames with the London Eye behind us. We'd gotten some great shots and were in great humor as we headed back to the hotel to get ready for the club.

The suite really was plush, much posher than anything any of us had stayed in before. We'd planned on taking some more videos there, but the three of us were knackered, deciding to get some rest before going out.

I fell asleep and woke to Estelle coming out of the bathroom, again dressed in sexy lingerie from the shoot, black lacy knickers, bra, suspenders, the lot. I looked at Estelle questioningly, "Karen said we should wear matching underwear the whole weekend, just in case we got to video or take photos. I don't mind, I love this set." So did I.

There was a knock on our bedroom door, and Karen laughing as she asked, "you decent?" and walking in before we could answer.

Karen looked incredible in a figure hugging, black lace dress finishing mid thigh, her hair and make-up perfect. I think we both said 'wow' at the same time, Estelle hugging her and telling her how beautiful she looked and me picking up my phone and telling Estelle to stick her lacy knickered covered ass out a bit, it was a great shot, one dressed and the other in her sexy lingerie.

"I thought you two would be ready."

"I nearly am, we just need this lazy git to get himself into the shower and dressed and we can go."

Estelle must have read the look on my face, just wakening and having two beautiful, sexy women in front of me. "I think Steve's gone shy, afraid we'll see his erection."

It didn't matter whether I hid naked under the covers or got out and into the shower, they were going to rib me and make a joke of it, so I decided to get out of bed, Karen wolf whistling and Estelle smiling as I walked to the bathroom with my dick sticking straight out in front of me.

"If you were thirty years younger I'd jump your bones."

"If he was thirty years younger I wouldn't need to crush up little blue pills every morning and put them in his cereal." I was smiling as I left them to their giggling and had a shower.

Estelle was fully dressed when I came out of the shower, her black dress not as short as Karen's but nearly as tight and form fitting, an acceptable 'classy' amount of cleavage on show and her curves accentuated to their fullest, she looked amazing. All eyes were on the three of us as we walked arm in arm through the hotel foyer, I was just happy that I'd packed my best suit and looked half presentable, and that I wasn't letting the side down.

The entrance to the club was fairly discreet, just a plaque saying 'Private members club' being the only clue to what might lie within. Alan Jones met us in the foyer, shaking my hand heartily before turning firstly to Estelle and then to Karen, knowing both their names and telling them how beautiful they looked and how welcome we all were. I hadn't met him in years but he hadn't changed, chatty, charming and flirty, particularly with Karen. He'd always been good at that sort of patter and I think it just went with the business he was in.

He lead us to the small bar area, buying us all drinks before explaining a little about the club and giving Karen a big smile as he told us that we had a VIP table next to the stage, and that we'd have dinner before the show started.

The main area was tastefully decorated and lit and most of the thirty or so round tables were already occupied as we entered, a lot of admiring eyes following us. I expected us to be lead to the front, near the stage, but instead we were lead to a table in the middle and it was only once we were seated that we noticed a small round stage, only about two feet high, in the centre of the room, the tables all around it.

Some of the other tables had small groups of men at them but most seemed to have couples or small groups of friends and there was a nice atmosphere, more like a nice restaurant than a club. More drinks came without us ordering and also a bottle of champagne, Estelle saying how generous Alan was and me and Karen agreeing. We were about the last to get our meal and as we were finishing the compare came on.

He was very good, telling a few saucy jokes and getting everyone in the mood before introducing the first act. Two poles come down from above and two women, both dressed in identical white flowing gowns came out. Their act was amazing, both very athletic and sexy, their pole dancing excellently choreographed and synchronized, both finishing dressed just in their white underwear, taking a big bow and getting a well deserved round of applause. I have to admit that I was impressed by the quality of the act and of the club overall. The lighting changed and the next act came out, a man and a woman both dressed in business attire, which as they started to dance to the music, they started to remove from each other. They were obviously trained dancers, her, a lithe, beautiful brunette and him, a muscular and fit, good looking bloke.

Once they were down to their underwear the dancing slowed and became more intimate, light touches of each others bodies upping the eroticism before he removed her bra and cupped her breasts. As he began to play with her nipples Estelle leant in and kissed me, her hand rubbing my thigh adding to my own arousal.

They then cuddled and caressed each other, their hands doing a fair bit of roaming, but not going any further. The lights came up and they also got applauded before the compare came on and announced a break, telling everyone to refresh their glasses.

"Wow!" Estelle said, "That was hot."

"It really was, I think there's a lot of men adjusting their trousers."

"I was adjusting Steve's trousers for him."

I just smiled at their giggling before saying how impressed I was with the club and the performers.

"Yeah, they're really good." Karen said, "And I think they go further in the second half, get a bit dirtier."

"Ooh, I do hope so." Even though I knew Estelle was going to say something like that, I still couldn't help myself but smile.

On the phone I'd explained a bit to Alan about the girls and their pages and said I'd chat to him some more when we got there. I'd also said to Karen that we'd play it by ear on the night and see if there was any chance of the girls joining in and me taking some pics of them. As it was, I was thinking it was all too professional and well set up and that we wouldn't get the chance. That was fine, it was just a lovely night out anyway.

I was about to go to the bar, and maybe find Alan, when a server brought more drinks to our table followed shortly by Alan. He asked whether we were enjoying the show and how the meal was, we all said how great it all was and how much we were enjoying it. He then turned to Karen and asked was she ready.

Karen gave a nervous laugh and said "As much as I'll ever be."

As she said this, it all began to make sense. I don't think I'd mentioned Karen and Estelle's name to Alan on the phone, yet he knew them when he greeted us. The free drinks, the meal and great table, Karen had obviously been talking with him and had arranged something.

As this was all dawning on me I looked at her and she gave me a very cheeky smile and winked, which made me smile and made poor Estelle even more confused, looking from one to the other of us, wondering what on earth was going on.

Before any questions could be asked or answered, the compare came back on and the lights dimmed a little.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, have we got a very special treat for you. Katya and Ivan are coming back on and will dance on the middle stage, in the middle of all you lovely people."

They were dressed identically in light blue denim jeans and black tank tops, Ivan's a size too small and his muscles rippling and Katya obviously not wearing a bra, her pert boobs bouncing with each step and her nipples high and prominent. They were a very sexy couple and as they wound their way slowly through the tables, customers were touching and feeling them, it all seemed part of the show. I was distracted watching this when Karen leant into me and told me to make sure I had my camera ready.

When they got to our table, next to the stage, they stopped, Estelle smiling along with Karen but then looking at me as if to say 'what's going on?' I just smiled and propped the camera on the table so as not to be too obvious, acutely aware of the whole room looking at us.

Almost simultaneously, they started to caress Karen and Estelle, Katya trailing her hand gently down Karen's face, her finger running gently and erotically across her crimson red lips, Ivan doing the same to Estelle. When Katya bent and kissed Karen there were some audible gasps in the audience and then a few laughs, including from Ivan, as Estelle pulled a sad face and played up to the fact that he hadn't kissed her.

Katya broke the kiss and they both looked a bit flushed. She looked to Ivan and they both took a hand each, standing Karen and Estelle up and leading them onto the stage, to a small round of applause and a few cheers and wolf whistles. I think the drinks were starting to kick in.

The house lights dimmed some more and the small stage was bathed in light from the spotlights above. Looking around the room, the other customers were now just silhouettes, none of their faces visible, which made it easier for me to film the show. I could also see a few mobile phones held up, maybe I wasn't the only one filming.

Karen and Estelle both still looked nervous, although I think Estelle was over her initial shock, looking from Karen to me and smiling, that mischievous grin and sparkle in her eye that I loved so much as she said something to Karen and them both laughing before bending a little and the two of them blowing me, and the camera, a little kiss. This was going to be good.

The music started, a slow, sensuous tune that Katya and Ivan both started dancing to, moving around Karen and Estelle, before their hands started to trace their curves. Karen standing still as Katya's hands moved down her body to her hips, before moving onto her ass and pulling her in sharply, their bodies pressed tightly together, Karen's hands running down Katya's back as they started to kiss again.

Ivan and Estelle were less sensuous, more raw, His hands sliding down her body before taking her hand and spinning her around, one hand against her crotch as he pulled her ass into his groin, Estelle gasping before beginning to grind against him, Ivan's hands going to her shoulders and pushing her forward and bending her over, his hands now on her hips as he started to slowly simulate fucking her, much to the delight of the audience.

I was trying to film but also trying to watch the two couples at once, Katya was now behind Karen, her right hand up Karen's dress and Karen pushing her body back into Katya. You couldn't see the hand, but by the look on Karen's face I think it was certainly between her legs.

If I was honest I was enjoying watching Karen more, it was just sexier. It also occurred to me that it wouldn't necessarily look good on film, the two couples doing different things. The music stopped and Katya let Karen go and Estelle straightened, looking a bit flushed but still with that smile on her face as she looked down at me. I tried mouthing "just one of you." But she didn't understand me, instead saying something to Karen who came to the edge of the stage so I could speak to her. She understood what I meant straight away and as the next song started, her and Katya, to a few moans from the audience, stepped down off the stage and came and sat with me, leaving just Ivan and Estelle in the spot light.

I don't know what dance they had planned, but Katya laughed and Karen said 'I told you so' as Estelle, being Estelle, took control, dancing around Ivan and her hands roaming all over his body, really playing up to the audience, making a big 'Oh' face as her hand felt him through his jeans, then mouthing 'Shall I?' into the audience as she lifted the bottom of his tank top, a few people, mainly women, in the audience shouting 'yes' in response.

He was much taller than her, and as she lifted the top up he had to take over to get it over his head, Estelle putting her hand out and taking the top, scrunching it up and throwing it to a table of women, who were sat a row back from the stage, and where a lot of the cheering had been coming from, much to their amusement.

Estelle really seemed to be enjoying herself, circling Ivan, just having fun, squeezing his biceps and saying 'Corr!' or looking cheeky as she stood behind him and asking the audience whether she should fuck him from behind. It was amazing what you could convey with a few cheeky expressions and thrusts of your hips, no words needed.

The atmosphere and noise had really built, everyone seemingly enjoying themselves and joining in, responding to Estelle and Ivan and it occurred to me that the music had been turned down, letting it happen more, which was great.

Estelle moved in front of Ivan and was really playing it up and smiling as her hands went to his belt, looking one way and then the other and asking 'shall I?' Ivan looking shocked and shaking his head as some of the crowd urged her on. I looked at Karen and Katya, both laughing and enjoying the antics, now holding each other's hand and their fingers entwined, Karen smiling at me coyly. I couldn't help but smile, I was so happy for her.

Estelle hands were on his belt buckle but I saw her look up and say something, Ivan's demeanor changing as he removed her hands from his belt and held the two of them easily in one of his big hands, using his other to wag a finger as if telling her off and then rotating it to tell her to turn around.

His hands went straight to her zip and he, like Estelle, played it up, asking the audience should he undo it, Estelle shaking her head at the shouts of encouragement, mainly from men but also from the table of women who seemed to be up for everything. He undid it in one go and pushed it off her shoulders, Estelle giving a little shimmy and the dress falling to the floor, leaving her standing there in her black stockings, suspenders and sexy black underwear, much to the delight and cheers of the audience.

"Fuck, your mum has an amazing body, so sexy. I can see where you get it from." It was the first time I'd heard Katya speak, her voice only slightly accented and her hand going to Karen's thigh as she said it. Karen blushed before laughing and saying, "And she's a bigger tart than me, wait and see what happens."

Estelle stepped out of her dress and Ivan twirled his finger again, Estelle smiling and slowing turning 360°, obviously enjoying the eyes on her and the wolf whistles and cheers. She bent slightly forward and Ivan gave each cheek a little spank before his hands went to her bra clasp, undoing it and then pushing the straps off her shoulders, Estelle pretending to be shocked and both her hands coming up and covering her breasts as the bra fell away.

The audience was definitely enjoying it and Estelle lifted one finger to her lip and said Shh as if she was up to something and it was a secret, then making a play of the fact that she'd forgotten she was topless and her hand covering herself back up. It was all silly but everyone seemed to be loving it, I certainly was. She replaced her hands with one forearm and reached behind her for Ivan's hand, bringing it up and placing it over one tit and then doing the same with the other hand.

With both his hands occupied Estelle again played to the audience, her finger to her lip and that cheekiest of cheeky smiles on her face, her hands then going behind her and finding Ivan's belt, undoing it and his trouser button and fly in a few smooth movements, Ivan playing his part by looking confused, should he protect the ladies modesty or stop his trousers falling down.

As his pants fell down Estelle got a bit cheekier, making a big WoW with her mouth as her hands felt his cock through his tight trunks, and then laughing and shaking her head at a few shouts of 'pull em' down.'

Instead of pulling Ivan's trunks down, Estelle stepped back, her legs a little apart as she ground her ass into his cock, taking Ivan's hands from her boobs and putting them on her hips, shaking her shoulders and making her now fully exposed boobs bounce. The audience went wild, even Karen giving a little wolf whistle. Estelle bent, straight legged, and picked up her bra, her ass pushing even harder into Ivan. She straightened and made a play of throwing her bra into the audience, but actually throwing it to us.

She stepped away and turned slowly, obviously enjoying all the eyes on her, wearing just her heels, stockings and panties, a great big sexy grin on her face as her hands went to her boobs and she pulled the nipples, lifting her heavy tits upwards and clear of her chest, holding them there for a few seconds before letting go, her face flushed and glowing.

She bent her finger, telling Ivan to come to her, Ivan playing the part, a silly look on his face as he shuffled forward like a good boy, his jeans still around his ankles and his boner very obvious, Estelle lifting her right tit and pointing to it, Ivan doing as he was told and bending down and taking the nipple into his mouth, it was very hot and then funny as Estelle grinned cheekily and winked at the audience, her free hand rubbing his head like he was a good, innocent boy. She was so in control of everything and you could just see she was loving showing off. Myself and Karen just looked at each other, smiling and rolling our eyes, she was irrepressible.

She pushed him away and put her hands on his shoulders, pushing him down to his knees, the noise level in the audience rising even more. Fully knelt up, Ivan was still a big man, his head level with her chest, but Estelle had other ideas, pushing him back onto his haunches and then tapping his legs with her foot, Ivan understanding and spreading his legs wide, he was definitely a dancer, very flexible.

She gave another cheeky, wicked look to the audience before lifting a foot and putting it into his groin, the sharp heel pressing into his dick and Ivan, and the audience, gasping. She held it there for a few seconds before lifting her foot upwards, Ivan taking the foot in his hand and kissing the shiny black leather, his hands then trailing up the back of her leg, holding and caressing her calf before moving higher to her thigh, Estelle with her eyes closed and her head thrown back, her boobs looking incredible as they rose and fell with her breathing, the whole scene looking incredibly erotic and sexy.

Estelle pulled her leg back and bent and kissed Ivan, a proper, passionate kiss, breaking it and taking his hand and helping him stand up, Ivan pulling his trousers with him and the two of them smiling and holding hands as the audience cheered and applauded.

"Take your knickers off."

It was Karen calling out, and I even thought wow! Estelle laughing and shaking her head and then giving Karen the 'I'll get you for this' daggers as the audience started chanting, "Take them off, take them off." And even Ivan smiling and joining in with the clapping to the chant that had started.

Ivan stood back and left Estelle in the middle of the stage, a slight blush on her face as she started to undo the clips on her suspender belt, flicking the metal clip up and hitting her nipple with it, the audience cheering and Katya saying to Karen that her mother was amazing, Karen nodding and smiling proudly, saying "She really is."

After undoing all the clips, Estelle strode boldly around the small stage, letting everyone get a good look at her, stopping when she was facing me, facing the camera, and beginning to lower her silky knickers, first a little one side and then the other, her hand then going between her legs and her finger trailing straight up the center, her puffy lips outlined thought the thin material, Estelle's face showing the she was enjoying touching herself in front of an audience as much as I was enjoying watching and filming it.

Her hand went inside, Estelle gasping, her eyes closing and the noise in the club going up a notch. Her hand stayed there. The finger running the length of her slit, and then tweaking her clit, clearly visible, her hand and fingers moving faster and then her body juddering and shaking as her orgasm hit, Ivan clapping and signaling to the audience to stand up, and they did, all of them standing and applauding as Ivan took her hand and helped her step down off the stage and into a hug from Karen.

I put the camera down and went to hug her but she grabbed my hear instead, pulling me down and kissing me as passionately as I'd ever been kissed, breaking the kiss and telling me how much she loved me and then saying "Will you marry me?"

It was bizarre and mad, but once I realized she wasn't joking I took her hands and said yes, yes, yes, Karen and Katya both jumping up and down with excitement and throwing their arms around us, people in the club unsure what to make of these mad, some nearly naked, people.

Ivan had collected all her clothes and took her hand and led her to the changing rooms, a few customers trying to grab a feel but Estelle just giggling and keeping hold of Ivan as they wound their way through the tables.

When they were gone I turned and shared a smile with Karen, me with a silly grin on my face and her obviously delighted for me and Estelle. I then looked from her to Katya, nosy to know how that had come about.

"When you told me about the club and about Alan, I looked them up online. I knew mum would get her kit off anywhere, but I wanted to see if I might be prepared to strip here for a photo shoot. Alan explained a bit but then put me in touch with Katya, to get more information and ideas. We hit it off straight away and have spent hours every evening this week chatting online." They were holding each others hand and when Karen added, "We were both nervous about meeting this evening, but it's been perfect." Their grip got tighter and you could tell they were both feeling it.

"Katya told me about the small platform in the middle and the plan was for me and mum to be stripped, but we know how that went. She also told me Alan was a letch who thought he was entitled to get off with the female performers. When I was talking to him yesterday, I told him me and mum would do a full strip but that we wanted free drinks all night as payment, I also told him about how protective you were of me and mum and how you nearly killed a man last week by head-butting him when he insulted mum." She started laughing "I think I scared him off trying it on with us."

It was a bit exaggerated but I smiled anyway, and if it worked then all the better. I asked Katya how long she had worked at the club and about Ivan. They had studied ballet together, but as they got older and realized there was no career in it for them they had started performing erotically together, firstly at home, then in Holland and in London for the last two years. The money was good and Ivan had a wife and young child, but he'd recently qualified as a teacher and they had both planned on giving up working in the club, and know was a perfect time. It wasn't sure what story I was expecting, and was a little surprised, but it all made sense.

Estelle and Ivan returned, Estelle looking stunning and radiant, obviously still buzzing. I didn't fancy staying at the club any longer and suggested we go back to our hotel bar, the champagne was on me. Ivan said he'd love to go but had to get home, he gave Estelle a lovely hug and told her she was a star.

The four of us headed to the hotel, all chatter and excitement. After just one glass of champagne Karen said her and Katya were going to bed, leaving me and Estelle to talk, about the evening, about us and about Karen and Katya.

The next morning at breakfast Karen didn't even say hello before saying "Steve, you're going to be busy."

"What, with the wedding and stuff?"

"Well with that yes, but also with photography and running the sites. Katya is giving up the club, moving in with me and starting her own fans site, the three of us will do our own stuff but film together and share content."

Estelle was the first to react, standing and hugging and kissing both of them, I just raised my orange juice in a toast and said I'd always enjoyed being busy.

So two years after my first story, I'm very happily married to a beautiful, wild at heart woman and I get to spend my days filming my wife, my daughter-in-law and her beautiful partner naked, flashing and sometimes having sex. It's not a bad life.