As I was still slightly early, I stopped for a drink at the (to me, aptly named) White Horse.  It was a lovely day, so I took my sparkling mineral water to sit in the garden.  I say “aptly named” because it was here that I had once enjoyed a wonderful sexual adventure with a veritable stallion!

I reminisced over the game that went badly wrong for my husband, but not, as it transpired, for me.  The idea was that I would dress in a provocative fashion, and go to the pub on my own.  As I remember I wore my favourite blouse, a button though camisole in black silk.  This was another pressy from “you know who,” bought while we holidayed on a Greek island the previous year. It certainly paid dividends that summer.  I can’t even guess at the number of fucks I received whilst wearing it! It made him and me very horny. Of course, as it was a camisole, there was no bra: it was supported by just two tiny threads of silken material over my bare shoulders.  Unlike most of his other gifts, it wasn’t transparent (I’d have been kicked out of the pub!), but I must have been aroused as I entered the saloon bar, because I soon became aware that my erect nipples were starting to stretch the thin material.  And I hadn’t helped my vulnerable situation by leaving the top button unfastened to show off a bit of (albeit unsupported) cleavage.  With this delightful attire I wore a “matching” short skirt, suspender belt and stockings, high heels… the lot!  As planned, I went to the bar and ordered myself a vodka (I think I needed one to calm my nerves!).  He was then supposed to follow on and, pretending not to know me, “chat me up and take me back to his place.”  Great idea to spice up our flagging sex life, we thought.  Except he fell asleep in front of a football match on the telly! I was getting a bit desperate, and just about to order my third vodka, or leave in exasperation, not knowing quite what to do, when a very handsome gent stepped in and told the barman that he’d pay.  What else could I do? Having thanked him for his generosity we fell to talking.  And, of course, he chatted me up.  He didn’t take me home, as he was a business executive just in the area for one night, but he took me back to his hotel instead. Hubby arrived eventually (about an hour late … too late!) so he could witness me falling under the spell of my saviour.  But at least I was able to tip him a teasing wink as my “catch” led me through the door on the way out.  I just hope the match was worth it! 

We didn’t talk much in the car as he drove (he had been on non-alcoholic beverages).  But once back in his room (at one of the best hotels in town), my lover-to-be invited me to take a seat on the generously upholstered leather sofa while he prepared “a little night cap.” He produced a