Some of you Guys may not have heard of the BBC Promenade Concerts. They are organised by the State Broadcaster and run from about now through to September in the Iconic Royal Albert Hall in Kensington London.

I had been given tickets for my new wife and I in a posh box by a friend that worked for Auntie for the normal concert and a late night prom ,

This was the first year , some time in the early 1990’s, of the late night proms and it was very different from the usual prom. Fewer in the audience, lower lighting, less Stewards and it was a very nice chilled vibe.

The Programme consisted of a variety of pieces Indian music.

After the main concert had finished the rest of the box had emptied and just left me and Katie in the box on our own.

It had been a stressful week at work and Katie had drunk a few glasses of wine to unwind.

If must have been the mix of the alcohol and the vibe that seemed to unlock my normally conservative wife , yes we often kissed in public.

So I gave her a kiss on her lips . Little did I expect what was going to happen. She returned the kiss with interest sticking her tongue into my mouth and whilst doing that I felt her hand on my crotch, which was a very pleasant surprise.

Like any good husband I undid my trousers and out popped my semi erect member, thinking she might wank me off , Boy wasn’t I surprised when her lips appeared around my cook.

After a few bars of this I thought I try my luck and slipped my hand up her long summer dress as I touched her panties I was surprised to discover how wet they were and how easily my fingers slipped into her Fanny.

Rather than a rebuttal it seemed like She wanted to perform at the RAH.

We used the interval to prepare for the second half.

As we were in one of the posh boxes there was a sofa in the back we partially drew the curtain, but we could see the musicians

We settled in for the second half after some kissing and stroking, she climbed on board and there was , at that time my conservative, strait laced, bouncing up and down in time to the music.

I would have been nice if the music had been Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky famous piece and I could say that we both came in time with the music, but it wasn’t

The RAH holds a special place in my memory not only for the action that night but it seemed to unlock her sexuality having preformed there we visited a number of naturists beach enjoying El Fresco sex being caught playing in a cove in Yugoslavia and attending swingers clubs in the UK and the States, there were fewer then so it wasn’t that easy

We eventually parted ways after a few years and nothing ever topped that night