I have endeavoured, in recent weeks, to highlight some of Jane's more interesting meetings. As I have previously mentioned, most of her partners simply take what they want in a wham, bam, thank you Ma'am fashion, and, while I enjoy the sloppy seconds, the actual meetings are unremarkable. However, a few weeks ago, I arranged for Jane to meet up with a friend of mine, and I found some aspects of our steamy evening, mildly erotic. My friend, Barry, is in his late fifties and overweight, he drinks and smokes to excess, and could be described as a typical midlands factory worker. He is also single, and still lives with his mother in a flat off the Wednesfield Road. We both use a local Working Mens Club, where, when chatting to me, he never misses a chance to bring up the subject of sex. I am sure you have guessed where this story is heading. During a steamy session with Jane, I informed her that I wanted her to be fucked by Barry. She protested that he was fat and ugly and could I not find someone else. I insisted that she do it with him as I watched - I told her that he had not had a partner for years, and I wanted to offer him a night to remember. Over the coming days, I told Barry that Jane was interested in older men and that, with my permission, she could meet someone if she wanted. He replied that, whoever the guy was, he was very lucky, and asked for more details of our lifestyle. We kept this conversation going over a few weeks, without moving beyond the bar room chat phase. However, I was keen to put my plan into action and, to this end, took Jane to the club, late one Saturday evening. After a couple of minutes Barry came over and joined us, Jane caught my eye and mouthed 'No, No' No' - I simply nodded and mothed back 'Oh Yes'. Barry spent the next thirty minutes or so, attempting not to stare openly at Jane, but often failing, as we chatted about all the things people chat about in familiar company. As we prepared to leave, I offered Barry a lift back to his place, (something I often did when there was just the two of us, as he did not drive, and, as mentioned, he drank a fair amount) - he accepted, and we left the club. We made our way to the car park where I opened the rear door of our car and indicated to Jane to get in - she slid in showing her stocking tops I remained holding the door and indicated to Barry to follow her in. I do not know if he realised what was happening at this point, but he got in, and I drove away. Before long they were getting better acquainted, as I could see through my mirror. They were kissing and his hands were all over her. I drove to a quiet spot, behind a row of garages, and told Jane to get out and go to the front of the car, she climbed out, with Barry hard on her heels, and walked to the bonnet. She bent over the bonnet (a position, she knew from past experience, that I liked her to assume), and lifted her dress. Barry lost no time in penetrating her, and, as I watched the scene unfold from the drivers seat, he fucked her furiously. Jane stared at me through the windscreen awaiting instructions. I mouthed, 'your arse', but she shook her head. I mouthed 'do it', and she, once again, shook her head. I mouthed back, 'now', at which she resignedly reached behind her, grabbed his cock, and directed it up her arse. As he penetrated her, she arched her back, thrusting her naked breasts towards me, and let out a cry of pleasure/pain, mixed with surprise, at the intrusion. Barry groaned in ecstacy as he took what was on offer before emptying inside her. As he slipped out Jane looked at me and mouthed, 'you bastard'. I smiled and mouthed back, 'great show'. With little more to say, they both adjusted their clothes and got back in the car. I dropped Barry off, before returning home, with Jane, for my evening's entertainment. A one off meeting, just the sort of thing that I enjoy, and that moment, as Jane arched her back in the throes of passion, was very memorable.