My wife has been dressing up for her lover. I am providing the transport to her meet at a pub in York, where they are going to have a quiet drink and take in some entertainment like a married couple which they are, but not to each other. His wife has no idea the pair have been meeting for almost seven years now and they are happy together. We have this understanding where we are discreet yet in a way quite open about the relationship. For my part, my wife and I have discussed and agreed that she can have fun with men if she likes them with my full and unconditional agreement. It began back in 2009 when we were in Wakefield at a music venue enjoying a local band. During the interval my wife Marie went to look at the concession stand where some Cds were on display, the band's singer was manning the stand and they chatted for a long time and he invited her for a drink after the show, she agreed and told me as she returned with a Cd and his phone number written on it. I asked what this was all about and she said she really fancied him. I asked if she was going for the drink after and she asked if i would mind. i said I was happy with it and suggested that he might recognise me in the audience and that she or I should move elsewhere. She nudged me as he arrived on stage again and said she could see a seat close to the front. i kissed her and said 'Go for it' She made her way to the front and I saw her sitting watching this pub performance and saw he was constantly looking at her and smiling. At the end they were packing their gear up and she was close to the stage talking to him as he coiled cables and cracked jokes. I text her that I was going to the car and she should take her time and see me when she was ready. Her reply was 'ok, thanks'. An hour later she returned to the car and jumped in in a giddy mood, kissing me and saying how wonderfully understanding I was. Her lovely size twelve figure and pretty looks made her look devilish with the wicked smile and secretive seductive look she was giving, making it obvious sex was on her mind. She told me they had been having a drink with the others in the band and they drifted away leaving him with her and the keys to the van which had all the gear in it. He moved some boxes and made room for them to squeeze in the back, shut the door and get to know each other in albeit cramped conditions, barely enough for them to remove their clothes but somehow she ended up naked and he with jeans round his ankles as they had a frenetic fuck. She told me his cock felt fantastic as he fucked her and he kept saying he needed to have her again. He reminded her his mobile number was on the CD and she said it would stay in her car or handbag and she would also like to see him again. So roll forwards from that cramped shag and they are still enjoying sex together on a regular basis. The great thing is he says he and his wife are happier now than ever and he is a very lucky ex singer due to the band breaking up around four years ago due to him not practising with the band as he was fucking my wife every opportunity he got. At one time they screwed every day for a week when he was out of work and Marie tried to help him find a job, driving him every day to interviews and appointments. His wife worked in a bank and he was a very good joiner who we used several times doing jobs on our house, Marie of course taking the day off from her business to ensure the job got done to her satisfaction. Strangely the joinery jobs always took a couple of days longer to complete and there always seemed to be a lot of something like glue around her thongs, smelling slightly salty and staining them white. Now what could that be?