Having seen what is written on this site, and being aware that my husband John, has submitted several fantasies of his own. I thought maybe I would submit my own story,, this was after discussion with John, as it was really his persistence that caused it to happen. I am a size 12, 52 years old and I have been married for 30 years , I like to dress to please John and we often have days out, where I suppose there is some flashing and maybe some provocative behaviour on my part. I had been shopping for some marine pictures at a nearby art gallery, a little place actually in the cellar of an indoor fruit market, it was quite; the dealer was very personable and we got on quite well. I bought some pictures. I happened to mention to John, some time after, that the dealer lets call him Richard, was very complimentary to me and actually made a pass; I made light of it and he did not persue it. John however was fascinated and for weeks afterwards wanted me to go back to the shop. I didnt go, as I was well aware that if I did, similarly dressed then something might happen that John would not actually like, even though he fantasised about it. Months went by, until I actually wanted to re frame a print. This of course triggered John back into nagging me. He just went on and on, to keep him quiet. I said I would play along. I had no intention of actually letting anything happen, but John really got into it, deciding what I should wear, where he would be, and even creating template texts , one of which rather imaginatively said simply You sure panties about to come down !! John planned to be outside the dealers, he would follow on foot, or by car , he really took it all seriously, and I didnt want to burst his bubble. So there I was on the steps of the market , in purple 3 inch heels, a very fitted above the knee black lycra skirt, mauve mohair sweater, and under this my black six strap suspender belt,pink mesh panties, black bra, and purple contrast seamed stockings. I have to admit I did feel quite sexy, John was beside himself with excitement. It was midweek, and late in the afternoon.the shop was quite and richard as I suspected was very attentive. I must have looked like I was giving off all the right signals. Coffee was made, pictures and frames examined, this involved me doing a lot of bending. John insisted that I didnt wear my normal fitted slip, so my suspender straps were quite evident, something which richard was very aware of. He was very tactile and over 40mins his hands had covered most of my bum and upper thighs. About this time he asked if I would like to go to a cafe close by, I knew it and it doubled as an art display. It wasnt far but was fairly isolated. Clearly if I did go, then certain assumptions could be made. Time for a text to John, one of his templates, no reply meant carry on. There was no reply. I didnt see John outside, or on the short drive to the Mount Cafe, we parked at one end of the parking area, looking out to a magnificent view over the coast. Richard made no move to get out, but just looked at me. I have to admit to a little panic at this point, two things happened, Richard kissed me, and I felt a little moist. This wasnt supposed to have got to this stage, all I could think of was to send THE text, making some excuse of having to let my daughter know I would be late. No reply !! God I couldnt believe this. Richard had partly reclined my seat. His hands roving over me, my sweater up over my bra, his mouth over mine. He was very skilled in the way he managed to raise my skirt , until he had it bunched up around my waist, he ran his fingers over my stocking tops, and under the legs of my panties.I felt his fingers in me. I knew this was very wrong, but at the same time powerless to resist; Richard was very gentle, his stroking, the touch of his fingers on on my clitoris was magical. I was very arroused, despite my missgivings. Richard slowly drew my panties down my legs, casually throwing them onto the car dash, as if to display what was happening in the car. Slowly spreading my legs apart, before he entered me; he wasnt a small man and as he entered me I could feel my lips being prised apart. What it must have looked like from outside, my heels pressed against the windscreen, wide apart. It was fantastic,exhilarating and exciting and terribly wrong. I tried to memorise everything that happened; my own way of making it up to John. Even while I was being fucked, my thoughts were on what Johns real response would be. We eventually did have coffee, and returned to the gallery in town. The experience was I have to admit, very exciting, but not something that I think should be repeated. I think this time both John and I were lucky, that our relationship wasnt damaged. I was totally honest with John. Since the incident I have been back to the gallery, there has been no repeat performance, I think it unlikely there will be.