We stand by the window looking out to the road, where the early evening shadows stretch across the garden. It's been a fabulously warm summer's day, and we are rounding the day off with a trip to the theatre with four of our friends.
"There they are!" my wife proclaims, as the large 7-seater SUV pulls up by the side of the road outside our house.
The trip into town is a half hour drive through twisty country roads and with the flickering of the trees and the restricted view from the back tier seats that we occupy, Patricia, my wife, is feeling a little queasy and glad for the fresh air, once we arrive and park up.
"Don't worry about it, Patricia," Di says, "We can swap seats on the way home and you can sit in the front and keep Steve company."
Di links her arm through Patricia's, and they stride off together though the cobbled streets of town. Her husband, Steve, and I walk and chat with the other couple in tow. With heels clicking along the pavement, as we make our way to the Crucible, the women in our group all look good considering they are in their early fifties, Di in particular is catching a lot of admiring glances.
A feisty woman, Diane, or Di as she prefers to be known, carries a confidence of someone who knows they look good, indeed she could easily be mistaken for being ten years younger. Her strappy black dress is figure hugging and is straining to contain her full, heavy breasts, which dance majestically to the rhythm of her steps. Her bottom is a similarly mesmerising sight, jiggling away, while the dress cut up above the knee reveals tanned and toned legs. All in all quite a package, and I don't mind admitting that I often fantasize about making love to her, I rarely last long tossing off as I imagine those big breasts bouncing enticingly to the rhythm of my thrusts.
The show at The Crucible isn't really my cup of tea at all, but the drinks flow in the interval and I enjoy a one-on-one chat with Di, where we flirt with each other a little. She's a very confident woman and between lines she preens herself, flicking back her hair, touching me on my arm when I make her laugh and making sure I get a good look at that impressive cleavage, as she leans over to look at a menu on a low set bar table.
In general a good night is had by all and alighting the SUV for the ride home, Di is good to her word and insists Patricia sits alongside her husband in the front. David & Angela sit in the first tier in the back and Di joins me in the third tier seats to the rear of the vehicle.
"No taking advantage of me, Di, now you've got me on the back seat!" I pronounce and everyone in the car laughs.
The journey home will be a little longer as we have to take a fifteen minute detour to drop off the other couple at the station, first. They'd spent the afternoon at Steve and Di's but were heading back home this evening via a short train journey.
It's pitch black once we're out of town and driving along the country roads and everyone is feeling a little tired now. Steve requests if we don't mind if he puts the radio on in the background, no doubt to make sure he stays alert, but with my wife accompanying him in the front, he's no worries on that score! She could chatter away for England and happily does so, keeping Steve wide awake with conversations about our respective offspring.
Di though is quieter and I think I see her start nodding off a couple of times before she finally gives in and resting her head on my right shoulder, seemingly beginning to fall to sleep.
The physical contact with this sensual woman, and the smell of her perfume in my nostrils is enough to provoke a reaction in my nether regions and I feel my cock gently swelling. As I sit there enjoying this intimate moment, I'm suddenly shocked when I feel Di's hand move and rest on my thigh.
Shit! I think to myself. Is she awake or not?!
With Patricia still nattering away to Steve as he drives us along the dark country roads, I take in the situation. There's a row of seats in front and between us and it's so dark inside the cabin that Steve and Patricia will not be able to see what's unfolding. I decide therefore to take the initiative and put my arm around Di.
She responds by manoeuvring closer and moving her leg over the top of mine.
Christ! She really wants this! I begin to realise.
If there was any doubt in my mind its answered shortly as her hand begins to move up my thigh towards my groin. Slowly she reaches my balls and gently begins to caress and squeeze them through my trousers, as she opens her eyes and fixes me with a smouldering stare. I respond in kind and move my right hand down lower and squeeze her gorgeous fleshy buttock causing her to smile, wickedly.
Next her hand moves up to my shaft and begins to rub gently up and down its length, all the while I'm squeezing and gripping her delightful arse.
Slowly, and as quietly as a mouse she unzips my fly and expertly dips her hand inside to pull out my eager cock.
I try to stifle a gasp and look up nervously at Steve. He is following the beam of his lights, focussing on the road in front of him, while my wife continues to talk to him about our children. Thankfully, the roads are deserted at this time of night and there's little reason for him to use the rear view mirror, though hopefully the darkness of the cabin and the row of seats in front will obscure his view of what's really going on now.
As Di and I become increasingly amorous, I check back and flinch in horror, as I see Steve's eyes meet mine. I instinctively pull my hand away from her bottom and push Di off me as I wait for my world to collapse...
To my shock, and it has to be said relief, Steve just smiles and then continues to talk to my wife, who sits two rows directly in front of me. Had he not seen us? Perhaps the seat in front of us had restricted his view? I turn to Di who's now sat upright, looking towards her husband. A few seconds later he shoots a glance back at her, and gives what appears to be a nod of approval.
With this apparent green light, Di turns back to me and looking me in the eyes moves in to place a gentle kiss on my lips. I can feel her heavy breathing on my cheek as it quickly develops into a French kiss, Di making all the running, me, still coming to grips with the situation. Her tongue is probing away in my mouth, dancing and flicking as she breathes quietly, "I want you, Ian, I want your cum..."
I nervously look up again, and Steve's eyes are fixed on us, a wry smile on his lips.
I can't quite believe it, but I'm not going to let this opportunity pass by.