I had left the reception to go up to the bedroom and change into my going away outfit. Standing in front of the mirror, I admired myself for one last time in the ivory silk wedding dress, with its fitted bodice and tie-up corset back. The designer dress showed off the swell of my 34DD breasts, slender waist and firm bum. My long blond hair was up with an elegant bun, held with a pearl barrette. I looked every inch the per...

For our honeymoon, Charles took me to Maui in Hawaii. We stayed in a gorgeous resort and spent our first few days sunbathing on the private beach. On the third day, Charles had chartered a small boat to take the two of us out for a day of deep-sea fishing. Charles had put on a pair of baggy swimming trunks, a Hawaiian shirt, and a baseball cap. Under a sarong, I was wearing a pink high-leg bikini. We arrived at the jetty...

Returning from our honeymoon, we settled into married life. Charles commuted to his job in the City. I occupied my time with setting up home, going to the gym, meeting for lunch with girlfriends, and riding out from the livery yard where I kept my horse. Long rides across the rolling countryside were heaven. But as most female riders will tell you, the motion and the constant rub of the saddle is highly arousing. I freque...

Each year before Christmas, the Chairman of Charles’ firm held a party for the senior management team at his home. The guest list ran to just over a hundred with wives and partners; a number easily accommodated in their sprawling mansion set in 20 acres of parkland. I had met Rex and his current wife, Ingrid, at the previous year’s event. Twice divorced, slightly overweight, but oozing power and influence, and very much t...

The years passed, and with them came two children. We hired a nanny to look after them. Even so, life with busy with them, work, the normal round of social events, my riding, and, more discretely, being ridden by Charles’ younger brother, Henry, when he came back from New York, where he was living and working. Henry’s latest visit to England coincided with a business trip abroad for Charles. To celebrate the prodigal son’...

The day after I had got home after the dinner party at my in-laws' house, my phone buzzed. It was a message from my father-in-law. Susanna, his wife, had gone to visit her sister; I was, as a result, to come to their house that evening. All arrangements had been made; I just needed to bring an overnight bag. With Charles still away on business, I hopped in my Range Rover to make the hour’s drive. Parking in the sweep of g...

Irritatingly, my car had developed a complicated fault, which required it to be away with the garage for over a week. In the interim, Charles had arranged for one of the company’s drivers to be on hand when I needed to go anywhere. Terry was an ex-soldier in his early 40s, who dressed smartly in a dark suit and clearly kept himself extremely fit. The thought of seducing him occurred to me almost immediately. Having made a...

The heat hit me from the moment we landed at Grantley Adams International Airport. Fortunately, a car was waiting to take us to our hotel in Bridgetown, and so it was a hop from one air-conditioned environment to another. Acclimatisation could follow. Charles’s family links to Barbados had brought us to the island. It was a problematic part of the family’s history, given a considerable element of their fortune had come fr...

Given all the men in Charles’s family had gone there, the choice of school for our son was a foregone conclusion. Yet, I was determined to have my say, by at the least visiting to see the place for myself. Having parked in the School Quad, I stepped from the Range Rover and made my way to the headmaster’s office. The soft wool of the charcoal grey jacket clung beautifully to the curves of my body; the peak lapels of the d...