We only lived in our first home for three years when, in 1971, we found out that planning permission had been granted to build more homes behind ours. This meant our beautiful views would be lost, so we decided to move. We found new homes being built in Ibstock. This was the same village where I worked. So I could walk to work. We decided to take a look there. Lynda found a house she liked that was being built, and she asked the agent if the garden would be private.

“Yes, there is a six-foot fence around all the rear gardens,” the site agent replied, so we decided to put our names down with a prospect of buying. We put our house on the market, and it sold within six months. What we did not realise was that the garden could be overlooked from the other property's bedroom windows near ours.

Lynda soon found out when she was nude sunbathing one afternoon. She looked up and saw the next-door neighbours. The wife, husband, and the oldest son were looking down at her.

“What did you do”? I asked her when she told me.

“I just carried on,” she answered. “They are not going to stop me in my own garden.” However, we did not know how much the neighbours gossiped, and word soon went around the village.

Not only the village, but the builders also found out. It would seem my wife became quite an attraction for being spied upon. So much so that one day the site foreman knocked on the door; she opened it wearing only a robe. She had quite a few, both long and short. She also had a lot of outfits that she would wear for the preamble of making love, some see-through and some not, and they all came off easily. She asked him in, and took him into the lounge.

“What can I do for you?” She asked (Stupid question), sitting opposite him.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve had a complaint; it would seem you have been sunbathing topless in your back garden,” He said.

“I’m just going to make a cup of tea. Would you like one while we chat about it?” She asked.

I did not find out how she did it, but the outcome was that she could still sunbathe naked. She also became very popular with the workmen on the site; they always waved to her when they saw her.

I knew what it was like to work on a building site. It’s not unusual for a young wife to approach a workman and ask him in for his lunch.

It was Shakespeare who wrote, in The Merchant of Venice. ‘It is a wise father who knows his own child”.

We felt we needed our local to be in the same village, so we found a public house called the Crown. We chose it because we could walk to the pub and stagger home.

On Friday evenings, we would often go on a pub crawl around the six public houses in the village, always ending at the Crown.

On this occasion, it was Ray’s birthday celebration. As usual, the more we had to drink, the sexier the chat would get. On the night I am relating to, we had all been drinking steadily. My wife had been on Diamond White and was very merry. At about 11 pm, she asked the gang back to our house for coffee, but they all declined.

“Oh, that’s a shame”, she said. Apart from Ray, who had left his car at ours, we all said our good nights and went our separate ways. When we got home. Ray sat on the settee.

Lynda said to me, “Would you make the coffee, darling, while I just go upstairs? I won't be long?” So I did and then went to chat to Ray on the settee.

After a little while, the lounge door opened, and Lynda came in wearing a robe that my brother had given her as a present when he came back from Ceylon. It was made of fine silk and was quite transparent, leaving very little to the imagination. A blind man could see she had nothing underneath. She looked enchanting.

At this time, none of our friends knew she was a glamour model.

She sat down between us. Ray on her left and me on the right. She put her arms around us and said in a husky tone.

“Now what would you like to do, boys?” We were speechless. “Well, it looks like I will have to start,” she said.

She kissed me gently, then turned to Ray, and really gave him a passionate kiss.

She whispered. “Happy birthday, how do you like your present?”

I saw nothing else for it but to start to play with her breast. She then turned to me and kissed me again. She started to pant and moan, so I decided to move my hand down lower to her thighs. When I moved lower, there was already another hand there with two fingers working in and out.

She looked at me and said, “Take off my robe, Darling.” So I eased it over her shoulders and slipped it from behind her back, leaving her naked. She then said to me.

“Go and sit in the chair, darling, so you will see everything.” She stayed looking at me as I moved away, and watched him fingering her.

She pulled his head toward her right nipple, then placed her hand behind his head and gently forced his mouth onto her nipple. She then lightly reached down and unzipped him, put her hand in, and I could see her stroking him. She looked at me again and winked. She then released his dick and balls from his pants.

With Ray's dick in her hand, he really got hard. He was well hung; believe me, he had a good ten inches at least, a lot bigger than me. She then went on her knees in front of him and put the tip of his dick into her mouth while she pulled down his pants.

He said, “Don't do that or I will soon cum, and I don’t want to do that.”

“Can I have the cushions off the settee?” She asked him to stand while she took the cushions. She then arranged them on the floor.

“You can sit back down now,” she said.

She then lay down on them. She looked at me, smiled. Then slowly at Ray, and watching his face as she slowly opened her legs. We both just looked at the glorious view before us.

“Well, Ray, do you want to take your present? It may be too big for me though, do you think?” She asked

“I think this will be one of my better birthday presents. I’ve been wanting to do this for a long time.” He said.

He stood up, then knelt between her open legs. She took his member in her hand, looked towards me and winked while she slowly guided him in. As he entered her, she closed her eyes, then she arched her back and threw her head back, making a strange throaty sound. They both lay there for a short while, then he started to move inside her while she rose to meet his thrusts.

After a while, she said. “Stop just a second and let me take over. I think you may enjoy this.”

He did, and after a few seconds, he said. “Oh my god. This will make me cum”.

I knew what she was doing. She was using her vaginal muscles to massage his member. She often did this to me, and when she did, I could never hold on for long.

“I’m going to cum”, he moaned.

“Please cum inside me, don’t hold back. I need to feel you”.

I saw him push into her hard as he ejaculated into her, and when he finished, he collapsed onto her. She looked at me sitting there and gave me a smile and a wink.

After they lay entwined for a while, he then lifted off her. I could see his sperm dripping from between her lips as she lay there spread-eagled. I stood up to take my turn, but she stopped me, told me to make coffee while she sorted herself out, and then she left the room.

When she returned, she was wearing a silk Kimono, also semi-transparent. We had put the cushions back on the settee. She sat on the settee next to Ray and snuggled up to him. He placed one arm around her shoulder while the other stroked her breast. We chatted while we had our coffee.

Later, she took Ray to the door, kissed him goodnight while he explored her some more, and he left.

I thought it was my turn, but she would not let me touch her until the next evening. Later, I asked her what she would have done if the lads had come home for coffee instead of just Ray.

“Well, maybe just had coffee, or we could get out my photos, and maybe I would have given a live show. What do you think?”