Authors note.
This is a sequel to memoirs of a shared wife.
These are a collection of true life experiences.
I may have dramatised some of what happened but I have also toned down some of the content.
The series begins where 'memoirs' left off, after the physical relationship that happily married wife pippa enjoyed with her hubby's friend Dave, ended.
It was spring 2016.
The events of my 40th birthday, now just a memory, an erotic but also guilty one.
A curious combination...
It was several months before we began 'looking' again.
Searching for someone to share me with.
After having experienced what it was like to have that special guy join us, we were both eager to have it back.
For us, there is simply nothing more erotic.
Myself with another man while my hubby watches and joins in...is our drug.
And we were beginning to experience withdrawal symptoms.
Dave and Becky are very happy together.
She moved in with him and got on very well with Adele, Dave's youngest kid.
Our family situation had changed too.
Our eldest son Chris was at college and dating. A nice girl called Zoe.
We hardly saw him anymore, he was always either at college or Zoe's parents house.
Steve was in his final year at high school, doing very well.
He too intended to go to college. No girlfriend as yet, late developer our Steve.
After things with Dave ended there followed a strange intermediate period where we were in a kind of mild shock at his absence.
We still saw Dave occasionally on his own, where we could talk about our secret past away from Becky's prying ears.
Reminiscing over a drink usually at our house.
It was during these times that Dave would urge us to try again and find that special guy to replace himself.
He could see that we desired, what we had lost when he 'left'.
And perhaps felt guilty.
But, it wasn't that easy. We had come across Dave quite by accident at the walking group.
The chances of meeting someone in similar circumstances were remote.
In desperation we turned to a tried and trusted method, the email pen pal sites.
I posted my profile in two very popular websites, but before anything could happen there..... something happened elsewhere.
Something unexpected and spontaneous.
Often the best encounters are like this.
And this, was one such encounter.
Spring of my 40th year, saw change but also some familiar activity.
As mentioned in previous chapters, my husband John is an avid wild camper.
He's usually gone for one weekend out of every month from april to october.
Sometimes I go with him but not in the colder months.
Anyway, it was a sunday evening in april when John reappeared at our front door after spending the first weekend of the season out on his own wild camping.
He had his big pack on, he was dirty, and stank.
It amazes me to this day how someone can become that smelly from just one weekend roughing it.
I welcomed him into the kitchen, helping my hubby off with his pack.
Almost immediately I noticed something different about him, there was a look of great excitement, along with the usual weary look in his eyes.
Not waiting for him to speak I simply asked with a questioning frown, "What?"
As he plonked down at the kitchen table.
John looked straight at me wearing a strange secretive grin.
"What?", He asked, repeating my enquiry.
Then continued, "What?....oh pip...."
He shakes his head.
"...your not gunna believe what I found....what I've seen."
Now my hubby had my full and complete attention.
"What do you mean?....what is it?"
I asked again while pulling up a chair next to him.
He shook his head again, the grin broadening, forming itself into a chuckle.
"Oh fuck me...."
He trails off, continuing to giggle to himself.
Becoming impatient, I ask one more time, with a more serious tone in my voice.
"Come on that's enough now... stop pissing about.....just tell me."
Hearing my pleading tone, John responds by ceasing the laughter, slowly shaking his head while forming a downturned smile.....no.
"Sorry love but this is gunna work better as a surprise."
His resigned voice.
"Trust me.... you'll thank me for it."
As you can imagine I was not best pleased, my curiosity hurts if I don't get it satisfied.
Like an itch that you can't scratch.
But John wouldn't budge on his secret.... not even parting with a clue.
It was obviously something or someone he'd encountered while out on his travels, but what?
My imagination ran amok.
As the week wore on, despite my prying, John's lips remained tightly sealed.
On wednesday he asked me to make sure my weekend was free, no girls nights out etc.
I agreed on the condition he give me a clue.....none was forthcoming...so I obeyed him anyway.
By friday I was desperate!
I'd endured a week of torture by curiosity.
On the friday evening after arriving home from work, John told me that if I wanted to find out what the secret was then I would have to accompany him that night....
A short drive out into the country followed by a walk.
"Wear something practical and drab.... nothing that stands out."
John instructed me.
The plot thickens....
April is usually a mixed bag of weather and still cold, especially at night.
So I chose black leather boots, jeans, t shirt and jumper with a leather jacket on top....hardly sexy, but it fitted the description of 'something practical'.
I was given no other information, John really was taking the secrecy thing very seriously.
We set off in the car that friday night quite late, nearly 10.
Driving out of town along familiar roads initially.
But then he lost me down ever more secluded country lanes.
Another 5 minutes and I hadn't a clue where we were.
Eventually, John slowed down and pulled in to a passing place along a lonely narrow lane.
Turning the cars lights off we were immediately plunged into darkness.
