The rapid and erotic development of the friendship between her boss, the store owner and my wife, was enhanced by a mutual respect for discretion and privacy between them both. An elderly man, Geoffrey, a well known figure in local life, widowed some years ago had become attracted to her and they shared intimate moments after hours in the large store in the city centre. She said how the surroundings made the nature of their meetings even more erotic and getting naked for him felt naughty and natural and very surreal at times, especially when she was walking naked through the departments with him. Public places with private performances of highly charged sexual intimacy. That Geoffrey had invited her to join him at his large house on the edge of the city was known only by the three of us as she had said I would be happy with the arrangement and the fact that I knew and condoned their intentions would not make the secret any less safe. Geoffrey kept his communications between them to a few texts with minimal content.... '1900hrs this week, G' was the first and the night before the date.... 'G. Excited, be here, need you' These were the only texts I knew about but Liz said there were a couple of others but she deleted them because a friend was on the bus with her and sort of close enough for her to be able to see. It was decided she would be driven there by me as a taxi carried the chance of discovery so at the appointed hour I drove her through the open gates of his home and down the drive to the front door. Geoffrey was waiting for her, a warm evening had him wearing shorts instead of the suit everyone was accustomed to seeing him in. Fortunately he was a fairly fit specimen despite being almost seventy. He came down the steps and opened the car door and helped he from her seat in a chivalrous manner, he smiled at me and thanked me, saying he would take good care of her and would I be happy to pick her up sometime next day. I confirmed I would and wished them a happy night, then with a little reluctance, drove away back home. Here follows an account of the hours that I was not with her. They went through the main hall and into the garden where they had a spectacular view across the valley and the river flowing in a silvery streak out of sight around a bend where the forest signalled the next county. He poured champagne and they made a toast to a happy evening. He cuddled her and she allowed his hands to wander at will. As they looked around, he offered to show her round the house, which had six bedrooms and four bathrooms. He carried her bag upstairs and put it in what was obviously the master bedroom. Then back down to see the large drawing room, dining room and a games room next to the largest lounge. A kitchen was well appointed and food had been laid out. Geoffrey said an outside caterer had called earlier and left instructions on storage and hygiene so he was happy that all was perfect, different to what would have been likely if he had done it. They ate a little and drank some wine and his hands stroked her bum over the dress she wore. They laughed and he began to kiss and cuddle her, saying how gorgeous she was and how he loved their time together. The bulge pressing against her stomach told her exactly how he felt. Liz said maybe it was time she got changed if he did not mind. A wistful look in his eye and a cheeky smile from her and she left and went upstairs, suggesting this was the beginning of a long night. In the en suite, she showered quickly and laid out her underwear, debating whether to wear any or not, in the end leaving the bra off but panties on. She always elected putting her panties on over her suspender belt as she found other lovers much preferred the over system for speed of removal without spoiling the sight of stockings and suspenders, plus it meant real business was far quicker. She already knew Geoffrey's penchant for her underclothes so was very soon ready for him to have his prize. All make up touched up and looking good, she came downstairs and into the large hallway where she saw he was standing with his back to the open door, his hand was out of sight and by his breathing, he was having a wank. Knowing how his cock looked and felt, she visualised its purple head and the lovely spunk he had given her in the store. Quietly she stole up to him and put her arms round him, stroking his hand and cock as she did so. He flinched but relaxed as she took over the masturbating of his proud cock. He turned and looked at her in a suede mini skirt which was nine inches above the knee and a good amount of stocking welt uncovered permanently. On top she had a blouse which was very light and flouncy, thin shoulder straps and a wide neck, breasts easily seen, nipples too with the slightest of forward stoop. Geoffrey was silent for a few moments and then he said 'Good job I have had my Viagra' and laughed. He said he wanted these moments to last and asked if he could take some photos of her. She said she was fine with it and would he consider maybe sending me some too, suggesting he use her camera and then he knew the only pathway to their origin was her phone. Satisfied with that, he had her posing in several different rooms and on the stairs and then the bedroom. That was where I received my first picture, around half past nine a semi naked wife lay across his bed with her top missing and her wonderful breasts displaying very hard nipples from the angle the shot was taken. Geoffrey was nude by then and Liz had an unobstructed view of the cock which was hers for the night and she said it was mesmerising as it swayed and needed only a deft touch to twitch back to full hardness. They were in the room until he suggested she let her skirt off on the staircase. He posed her and took the shots from beneath her. I loved this one as her cunt was pressing against the material, the cameltoe showing the lovely full lips and deep groove perfectly. The next one I got was of her now down to her stockings and suspenders and using the empty champagne bottle as a dildo. She was shown sucking a cock too in the next one, but as it was from Geoffrey from above, the full effect was not as good as it might have been. There was a break of almost an hour before I got any more information and then my phone rang. It was Liz and she said Geoffrey had just fucked her. I asked where he was and she said he was laid next to her on the bed and she had just cleaned his cock up for him. I asked if she was ok and she said 'Fabulous thanks,he is very nice and he says thanks to you for allowing me to come' I retorted that it was he who was supposed to be making her come and she said 'He has'. I told her I loved her and to enjoy the whole night. A kiss and an 'I love you' down the phone and she was gone, my erection had virtually shot itself and I merely added a couple of vinegar strokes to complete my relief. As normal, I sleep a bit after coming and I was out for the count but revived some time later as my cold spunk ran off my stomach and onto my wrist, making me wake and clean myself off in the bathroom. I went downstairs as sleep was not really on the cards, thinking of the sex my wife was having with her elderly boss. Back at the house, the pair slept too for an hour or more and then Geoffrey and his cock got second wind. He stroked her and took her into the garden as it was a very warm night. Liz still wearing the stockings and suspenders and Geoffrey naked and proud. A summerhouse in a far corner was lit by some solar lights and he opened the door and took her in, sitting her in a cane armchair and kneeling between her legs and going down on her reddened cunt, licking her in a deliciously slow and salacious way, getting her really carried away and producing a squirt which had her writhing and moaning desperately begging for his cock deep in her wet cunt. He slipped his cock effortlessly in her and screwed her for the second time that evening, but only shot a smaller amount of come before he collapsed across her naked body, crying a little as he cuddled her and said he loved her. This was a bit of a shock to her and she was silent for a while and Geoffrey said he wished this night could be every night. They remained in the summerhouse for a while and then she said she was getting cold and could they go back to the house. This resulted in Liz saying they needed to talk. She said she was happy to have sex with him wherever and whenever he liked but that though she was very fond of him, it was always going to be a sexual arrangement with them as she was already married and had no intention of leaving me. It got a bit heavy but Geoffrey agreed that maybe he was just being over sentimental and a bit possessive with having so much fun in a short time, it reminded him of his marriage, now long gone. It sort of put a damper on the evening for a while until Liz suggested they go back to bed, sleep, and have a sexy time in the morning. Geoffrey agreed and amid a few tears, they stripped her naked and used the en suite shower before turning in for the night. Next morning was a different story, he apologised for being too eager and they agreed that the sex they had enjoyed should continue on a best friends basis where her cunt was available any time and she would spend the occasional night with him at either his house or a weekend at his place in the lakes. They consummated this with a sixty nine where the first one to come had to perform a dare. Geoffrey's tongue did the trick and her dare was to have no panties on for the next week, at home or work. The stop over culminated in several more photo sessions before she rang to arrange me to pick her up at dusk. I rang her when I was a few minutes away and she was ready when I pulled up outside. She was naked and smiling and as she sat in the front seat, she revealed that Geoffrey had her panties and she had lost another bet and her dare was to go home nude. She smelt divine and looked gorgeous, tired, but gorgeous. Despite twenty four hours together, she was only fucked four times, but as he was not a youth on a quest to fuck anything moving, she was not complaining. Later on she told me of the little incident about him saying he loved her but I realised it was probably an unfortunate choice of words on the spur of the moment and at least it did not mar a nice weekend for anyone and their fun continues fairly regularly ever since.