After the days of sunshine the Tuesday was cloudy, overcast, chilly but not cold. There was a light drizzle so I put the roof up on the SLK before driving out of the garage. Pity, the roof hid my legs but it didn't stop me keeping my skirt up as high as possible, just in case a cyclist stopped beside me at the one of the numerous traffic lights. I was in the phone shop at five minutes past nine. He was on his own and I was welcomed with the most satisfying smile of instant recognition. I'll not bore you with too many details, just a few. He was obviously as pleased to see me as I was him. I explained that I had a few problems to which he said he was only too happy to assist, for as long as it took, which was a good start. When he said he was on his own until ten I knew it was going to be a very pleasant fifty minutes or so. We started with the basics, how to connect via the wifi at the shop and explained how to do it for other places as well as explaining potential problems. We set up my email (the rude one), he liked it, showed me how to put his details into my contacts and then how to send him an email. So I had his details loaded, my first improper contact and he had mine. We went to the app store and he suggested a few apps and why it would be good to have them. So far no customers to distract us. I was showed how to download the apps then contacted him using WhatsApp. Dead clever! 'Do you do home visits xxx?' I sent and was delighted to see his face light up as he read. 'For you, anything xxx' came back. Show me how to do photos and videos I asked. He suggested that if I was planning to take lots of photographs and videos I should think about getting a large SD card for additional storage. He fitted one for me, it didn't take long. He stood behind me, up close, while he held the camera up in front of me to demonstrate, including using the camera reverse making a photo of us together and close. Zoom, landscape, everything. 'Can I send photos and videos to contacts I asked, innocently. 'Stand over there, he said pointing to an island display counter. Everything below my shoulders was hidden from the shop window. Click! Raise your dress, click, higher, click. How far can you go? All the way for the right person, click, click, click. Put your dress down, I'll switch to video and we'll do it again. When he was satisfied with the result I joined him back at his desk. 'Any room out the back? You could do some while I take my dress off '… He showed me how to move photos, videos and app data onto the new memory card. The results were very good. “Which ones would you like?” I asked and he showed me how to select individuals and then 'all' and send to his email and his Whatsapp with the message 'when are you next off?'. So simple! 'Monday'. He showed me how to use the Diary system and set the reminders. “Not much more you need to know now,” he suggested “'spose we'll need to find something else to do. We were going through the photos at the time, he showing me how to enlarge the photo and move it around so he could inspect the detail. I was tempted to ask which one I should send to my husband but didn't want to spoil things and left the shop about ten to ten having made all necessary arrangements for Monday. He'd told me that a 4G phone could send without WiFi but I had to watch my data usage so I sent a photo to Adrian as soon as I left the shop hoping to still be in range. The speed of the return and the 'xxx' was sufficient regardless of possible data costs. My phone 'pinged'. I added Charity Revue to my naughty contact group and rang him back. His place was off limits and although I had arranged with my husband that I could take him home to play I wanted to see what he had to offer first. He was parked in a local car-park, frequented by oversize vehicles and those that liked the exercise of walking to the shops, was big and blue. I walked past my own car towards the blue Sprinter high top at the far end noticing that the vehicle had dark windows and that a curtain seemed to cover the front windows completely. As I walked past the bonnet I realised that nothing of the interior could be seen, which was very pleasing. The nearside sliding door was open with a little step jutting out from the underskirt. “Welcome,” greeted Charity Revue, “It's still a work in progress but it's quite comfortable none the less,” he held out his hand and helped me in. The two front seats were turned to face into the rear. Behind them the curtain that looked a boring dark grey from the outside was a rather attractive modern design on the inside, no daylight crept in the edges of the curtain it being well made and fitted. Matching curtains covered the black windows I had noticed on my approach, again with no daylight leaking through or around. Opposite was a kitchen unit with a three burner hob, oven, sink and fridge. To my right a raised, large flat area strewn with travel rugs and fleeces, obviously the bed and to the right of that a narrow, closed door. Cosy! “I'm David,” he said “delighted to see you again, a very pleasant surprise.” “Thank you, Ruth,” I replied, “I've been looking forward to meeting you again. This is very nice, all your own work or do you get a professional in?” All very formal. Was I expecting anything different? Certainly not 'get yer knickers off, yer pulled!' if for no other reason than I wasn't wearing any. David offered me the drivers seat which was most definitely not the original being big, well upholstered with comfortable arm rests. The passenger seat was a match. I sat and discovered it was not only as comfortable as it looked but had all the required movements, turning, tilting and reclining. “Tea? Coffee, I can do cafetière if you would prefer? He asked before continuing “We do a lot of walking and it is so nice, after a day in the hills, to come back to somewhere warm and comfortable where we can dry off, warm up and rest before moving on or going home. I'm doing it bit by bit but it should be finished by the end of the year.” I decided on a simple coffee, we had very little need to move from where we were and seemingly as much time as we required. The side door was still open but as it was the last parking bay and the wall of the adjacent building was only a couple of feet away there was no need to close it until we actually got down to it. I slid forward on the seat and felt down by the side for the recline leaver or knob. My hem rose as I slid and continued to rise as I reclined. David watched delightedly as more leg then pussy was exposed. “What do you think?” I asked when my hem was not covering anything important. I'm a total exhibitionist I admitted to myself. “Oh! That looks beautiful on you,” he exclaimed, following on from his comment that he'd like to see me wearing a smooth pussy. “May I?” he turned the gas to very low then knelt at my feet. “Maybe we should slide the door closed?” it was only a suggestion but just as 'man bites dog' would be news 'man gives head' could make the front page. He seemed no more bothered about the open door than I but conceded that it was probably sensible. David resumed his position and I parted my legs and reclined as far as the seat would go, almost horizontal. He eased me further down the seat and I felt his lips low on the inside of my thigh. I sighed happily as his lips traced a tender line steadily upwards. I was ready with my first orgasm as his tongue circled my clitty and his lips sucked it gently into his mouth. I was keeping the noise down as much as possible until David tugged at my clitty with his lips and I totally failed in that regard. He seemed totally unperturbed by the noise I was making and continued without so much as a pause as I lurched from climax to climax. The kettle whistled shrilly causing him to cease. “Milk? Sugar? He said as he climbed to his feet. “Yes and no, thank you.” I panted as I slid down from the high. When Ray ate me out he simply put his head between my legs and his tongue and lips just went everywhere, hard and fast. Not that I had anything to complain about. Adrian was soft, tender kisses and careful exploration with a soft tongue, exquisite! Charlie used a finger, encouraging soft fleshy parts of my cunt into his mouth where he sucked on them before moving to another area. While he sucked his finger probed for my G spot. When I twitched with delight he sucked harder pushing me towards yet another climax. David was different again, he was a cat! The hunter carnivore who could play sweetly, lure the unwary into his clutches then strike. Like the cat he didn't go for the kill as soon as the prey was caught but played, teased. He let it go, just out of reach, then caught it again. The kill was obviously imminent but no, he teased again until you relaxed, then went for the killing stroke! Except it didn't kill it just pushed me over the top, 'le petit mort'. As I slid down the other slope he started again and the long, precipitous climb to the top began all over. When I have a really big climax I get a throbbing pain right across the front of my forehead. A deep, throbbing pain that just screams out 'sh-one-t that was a big one!' That pain started about one minute into David's oral and continued to build and expand with each passing moment only beginning to subside long after the final explosion and when I was halfway down the mug of instant coffee. “How did you do that?” I asked weakly, “I feel totally shattered, I'm still shaking.” “Years and years of dedicated practice,” he replied with a very pleased look. “You'll get used to it.” he added. “Oh! I do so hope not!” It was an automatic reply and perfectly accurate. I removed his trousers and kept going until he was naked. He unzipped my dress, it slid to the floor and we were both naked. I knelt between his legs, my turn! I do like sucking cock. Have I mentioned that before? Sucking cock isn't a chore to be endured just to please your man, it's a delight to be shared. Feeling it grow in your mouth and knowing it is all down to your own efforts is so satisfying. I fully understand the thrill a man gets when he uses his mouth to make me climax because I enjoy the same thrill when I make him cum. David was nice and hard quite quickly. I groped on the floor for my handbag, pulled it towards me and fumbled around inside. “Take some photos for me please?” I asked passing David my phone. “OK, for you?” “Yes..... and my husband,” I told him. His cock didn't flinch and I heard the steady click, click, click as he recorded our infidelity. “Shall I do a short movie for him?” I nodded my head energetically up and down on his cock and watched out of the corner of my eye as he moved his hand out to one side to get the head bobbing action. I could feel him getting close, closer. With a rapid, “Keep filming!” I redoubled my efforts and was quickly rewarded with a pumping cock in my mouth. His hips jerked while I kept my mouth and hands still letting him empty his balls. When he subsided I carefully drew my mouth off his cock, turned to face the camera, opened my mouth, swallowed and licked my lips. “Did you enjoy that?” I said to camera, “because I did and I expect a fuck when you get home.” David added, “She'll be getting a fuck long before you get home. Thank you for the loan!” The bed was much more comfortable than it had appeared. We had a wonderful session finally parting about 3 o'clock. I sent Adrian three photos and told him I had a few movies for him to enjoy later. The reply was extremely quick . There’s more, if you would like?