[winston optic beer]

....continued.

I can't remember how I filled in the evening, but I returned to the hotel around midnight. When my wife got in the car, we shared a little joke about her feeling the cold as she walk across the car park.

She told me about the evening. Her lack of knickers didn't figure at all. She told me that after dinner the women had all danced together. One of then had been a little drunk and had paid special attention to my wife. My wife herself is not a big drinker - she'll have a couple early in the evening and then switches to water.

The woman who danced with my wife was younger than her. Apparently, she was quite effusive about how wonderful my wife was. Then while they were dancing she got a bit physical with my wife and repeatedly tried to snog her on the dance floor.

My wife seemed fairly sure that the woman was not a lesbian. It appeared she just had a bit of a crush on my wife and got carried away after a few drinks. I worked with some younger women who thought it was fun to full-on kiss each other at staff nights out. However, I never imagined any of them would want to get it on with my fifty-something wife.

When we woke up the next morning, she instigated sex. It is not normally my wife who makes the first move. I wondered whether it was her amorous friend or going commando to the staff party or a combination of both that made her feel randy.

Recently, I mentioned to my wife her old habit of not wearing knickers. She really surprised me by denying outright that she had ever done it. At least, it was only once when she'd had been wearing a swimming custume that got wet. There seems to be a pattern of her rewriting history, as if she's ashamed of the more risque things she's done in the past.

On one occasion when a man complimented her on her outfit in the pub. I joked that he had said that without knowing what she had on underneath. My wife started to get really pissed with me because she thought I was going to give away her little secret about having nothing on under her dress. The man completely misunderstood me - he thought I meant she was wearing some very unsexy pants that would have put him off. He said, actually I quite like big knickers. My wife came away from the encounter laughing at this conversation and my indiscretion was forgiven.

On another occasion, I remember us playing a fun game of football. At one stage I was about to take a penalty against her. I took a long run up and she bent and parted her knees a little to hunker down just like a real goalkeepers would ready to pounce on the ball. As I addressed the ball, she lifted up her skirt and flashed her pussy at me in a mock attempt to put me off my stride. It must rank as one of the funniest things she's ever done. If I told about it now she'd probably say I fantasised the whole thing.