My first meeting with Jill - at the almost empty pub down a country lane - had ended with me slowly doggy fucking her while she was bent over the bar billiards table, as her husband watched before a quick blowjob in the gents loo, and a rushed fuck on the back seats of my car. I had a couple of mementos from this meeting, a pair of Jill's wet panties, which she placed in my hand after I had asked her to remove them, and a slip of paper with her email address hurriedly scrawled on it. The following morning I was still full of memories of the evening, and its pleasures. Eventually, I sent an email to the address thanking her for everything, and hoping she enjoyed it as much as I did. I was not sure if the address was legitimate, or whether I would get to see her again. Still, nothing lost nothing gained..... I checked my email - the account I keep for SH contacts - regularly over the next few hours and was starting to believe the chance had gone; when - ding - her email reply arrived. Jill wrote that she had very much enjoyed the evening, the chat at the bar, the comfortable intimacy of hands on knees and above, and the naughtiness at the bar billiards. She ended her short email by writing that - yes - she would like to meet me again xxxxxx. I was overjoyed! and hard as nails! Another email, this time from Charles, arrived. He thanked me for meeting them and for giving Jill a nice time. He asked me to write an account of the evening for his personal pleasure (typical cuckold behaviour I was thinking, although I had not met any up the that point). I wrote my account, more or less what you read in "How I Met Jill". Charles also gave me further good news, the evening was like an interview for the position of Fuck Buddy for Jill. Apparently her previous FB of some six years, had moved away, and Charles felt that she needed a replacement. I had passed the interview! confirmed by Jill's email saying she would like to meet again. Jill, however, was not aware of any of this "interview" stuff, or that Charles was in secret email correspondence with me. He then wrote further, giving me tips on what Jill liked and did not like, and advice on how to take it from here, so as to arrange a follow-up meeting. Essentially, having now been intimate with Jill it was not necessary to arrange pub meetings, merely to visit their house and enjoy Jill while Charles sometimes watched and sometimes was at work. Given this advice, I emailed Jill again, asking to visit and where they lived and the address etc. Jill's reply gave me the directions and address, and suggested a day and time for me to meet. Jill knew I was married and was playing away without my wife's knowledge, something which she asked me as we were saying goodbye last time. However, this met with Jill's approval, I suppose on the basis that if I was married I was less likely to become a problem for Jill and Charles than if I was single. Over emails, we agreed a day and time for me to visit her - two weeks later, as they were busy until then. The two weeks dragged, and I spent hours reliving the pub night, and imagining Jill's breasts - which I had still not seen, but only caressed through her blouse and bra. - were they 36, 38 and B or C - my best guess was 38C. The day came - a Tuesday in the morning, I should arrive at 11am. I researched the route, a trip of about 30 miles across country avoiding motorways and major roads to avoid the traffic. I parked my car on their drive in front of Charles's motor, and somewhat excited but a little nervous, I rang the bell. Jill answered the door, smiling at me and wearing a bright red summer dress. She stood back for me to enter, and we kissed (just a peck) as I passed her. "Upstairs, first on the right." Jill announced, as I noted Charles in the living room at his computer. He acknowledged me with a wink, and I climbed the stairs, Jill close behind me. Their bedroom was just that, a bedroom, with a double bed and wardrobe and so on. I turned and put my arms around Jill, pulling her to me. We kissed, played tongue music and my hands dropped to her lovely round bum. I put both hands under her skirt at the back and placed them firmly on her buttocks. She was commando! Jill is quite short - I'd say about 5' 2" - and she pulled back from our clinch, and put her hands over her shoulders and freed the zip at the back of her dress. She pulled her dress down her arms and suddenly it was on the floor - with her stepping out. Jill was now in front of me naked apart from her bra, which she now undid and took off, revealing the most beautiful pair of full breasts and nipples, her eyes on mine all the time. "Are you going to undress?" She asked, smiling, and she laid on the bed waiting for me. She didn't have to wait long........