As I write this, I smile to myself as I think of one of the headings in LL.

‘More Recent Stories’

Well I don’t suppose I can be more recent than just a couple of days ago. It all happened one evening when I came home from work…

I arrived home and entered the house, travelling straight through to the kitchen. I was feeling rather hacked off with work, and really looking forward to being at home. I entered the kitchen and saw my wife standing at the bench cutting vegetables; we were having chicken, I remember. She was standing there in her tight pink shorts and pink top. She looked ravishing, and I immediately started getting aroused. I felt a stirring in my groin as I looked at the sight before me. She turned and smiled.

“Not now!” she moaned, “can’t you see that I am making the dinner.”

“Mmmm! It looks good,” I replied and continued to kiss her neck. My hands moved up to her breasts and I started to massage them.

She moaned, “Will you not stop it.”

I moved back a little and she turned round. She then put her arms round my neck and pulled me to her. We kissed passionately as I ran my hands up and down her spine, finally settling on her bum, gently squeezing it.

After a few minutes, she asked me if I could wait until after dinner. I squeezed her bum once more and said I would go on the computer until dinner is ready.

I switched the computer on, still feeling rather horny and of course, once connected to the internet, I entered LL.

I began reading a few of the stories and put my wife and I in place of the couples being described. One particular story got my attention and it involved a country park experience. I then began to allow my thoughts to drift that way, my own member soon desiring attention, which I fought off.

We had been going for walks in the evening, generally taking the dog, but I thought that after dinner tonight, we would go for a walk without the dog and see where that would lead us.

With these thoughts going through my mind, my wife shouted, telling me my dinner was ready.

During dinner, I suggest we went for a walk but without the dog.

“Why?” she asked, with a cheeky grin on her face.

I smiled back, “And would it be nice if you were to wear, for example your short pink denim skirt and no…” I left the last bit off intentionally.

“We’ll see, but what about the brambles?”

“Oh! We will walk on the paths.” I laughed.

After dinner, I went and put on a pair of shorts (no briefs), and a tee-shirt, and sat down to watch telly. She disappeared out of the room and returned a few minutes later wearing her pink top and pink skirt.

“Well!” She said, “I thought we were going for a walk.”

I gulped, it was obvious she was not wearing a bra, as her 36E bust pushed against the tight pink material,