We met Edward at a different café this time. It was within easy walking distance of his ground floor flat, in the centre of town. The café was quiet; a nice, neutral spot to reintroduce ourselves. We texted him to let him know that we'd arrived. I sensed Wendy's calm excitement as we waited for Edward to join us. If he'd not managed to turn-up I'd have been perfectly happy. It was just lovely being together, being with Wendy. As we waited, she realised that she'd left her phone on the dashboard of her car, so I nipped out to retrieve it. When I got back to the café Edward was there. I was slightly disappointed to have missed his arrival, as I was kind of keen to witness the greeting they might have had for each other ...wondering if it was just a hello and handshake, or something more friendly. Edward, or MrE, as we sometimes like to call him, was happy, still with that twinkle in his eye. As we enjoyed a chat and a cup of tea Wendy was equally comfortable to be with him. The atmosphere was nicely charged and flirtatious. All of us aware that this was not just a social meet or a chat over peppermint tea. Wendy and I are lovers. We were revisiting Edward, towards the end of last year. He's an older gentleman, living alone; very charming, very naughty. I'd got to know him online, and we visited him on just one occasion. It was supposed to be a purely social meeting, but within half an hour Wendy was fucking us both, fulfilling her "sex with a stranger" fantasy. We've kept in touch with Edward since then, but only through occasional emails. We like the fact that he hasn't sought to get in touch or bother us in any way. We appreciate his respect. Wendy and I have enjoyed other adventures inbetween times but always promised each other that we should visit Edward again. He'd been a stranger back then, at a time when I was struggling to be deal with Wendy's fantasy of fucking a total stranger. That fantasy had been fulfilled very beautifully, and gave us so much confidence to play with others. We didn't stay at the café long. Walking to Edward's, it was nice seeing Wendy hook her arm in his. He took us through a side gate to his flat this time, cutting through a residents' car park, surrounded on all sides by other flats in his block. As he opened the back door to his building, I could see into his flat's bedroom. The window of his ground place was immediately to our right. I noticed that he now had curtains. When we'd visited him before he'd just moved-in, and only an old-fashioned screen hid the room from outside interest. Once inside Wendy sat beside MrE on the living room sofa. She kissed him. It was a beautiful lingering and very sexy kiss. It made me think that their café greeting may have been slightly more measured. It was also an extremely erotic declaration of Wendy's intent which Edward responded to nicely. It really turned me on to see them so intimate. Greeting completed, Wendy acted in role play character. We'd teased MrE in various emails that we were representing a sales company willing to go to great lengths to please our client. It followed on from a chat we'd enjoyed following our previous visit. Edward had confessed his various fantasies, one of which involved Wendy acting as a sexy secretary in his office. Wendy asked if she might show Edward our new range, that we hoped might persuade him to "choose our company". It was all wonderfully vague nonsense, but he agreed, so Wendy excused herself to prepare "our business presentation" in his bedroom next door. I think she thought we might follow, but instead MrE and I carried on chatting in the lounge. It was all just so easy and relaxed. When she reappeared she'd changed and was now wearing a midnight-blue satin cocktail dress. She looked so sexy. Resuming her seat on the sofa, the slit in her dress rode high up her thigh. Again she kissed Edward, even more passionately this time. I took photographs as she let his hands roam over her dress and thighs. Wendy requested MrE complete his inspection and appraisal next door, laughing off his suggestion that "she'd already done enough to win the contract." We followed Wends through to the bedroom. I liked how the tall screen had survived, still in front of the window on the far side of the room. The curtains were open. Wendy had arranged an array of her lingerie on the bed. She invited MrE to select his favourite from the red, white and black lingerie displayed. It was all rather silly, but MrE nicely entered into the spirit of the game. Holding up a waspie-style suspender belt Edward observed that, other than a little dress, there was only this one black item on show. Wendy smiled, informing him that she was wearing the other black lingerie in the range, adding that he was very welcome to inspect it, should he wish. MrE played his part beautifully. He requested that Wendy should first demonstrate the black, and also let him see the white range of underwear with the black suspender belt he was holding. Wendy smiled, assuring Edward that it would be her pleasure. Then, reaching back, asked MrE if he would be kind enough to help her with her dress. "I might need you to stand over here..." Edward suggested. He motioned for Wendy to stand behind the screen, but beside the window, pointing out that the light was better and adding that he'd prefer us not to close the curtains while he considered his choices. This echoed our previous visit, when MrE and Wendy had teased me from the other side of the screen, partially hidden from me as I sat on the bed and she was undressed. I moved to be alongside them both this time, but a little apart, able to watch, as I took more photos. Wendy and MrE were standing in front of the sash window. Anybody walking in the car park, or in any of the neighbouring flats, had a perfect view of Wendy as Edward assisted, unhooking the clasps and zip at the back of her dress. Wendy's acceptance of the dare adding to the excitement. Soon the dress slipped to the floor. She posed for him, just inches from the window, wearing her black bra and skimpy black panties as he stood beside her. MrE was very vocal and complimentary, asking Wendy to turn slowly, so that he, and anyone watching, might view her more fully. When she stood with her back to me, he ordered her to remove her bra. Wendy obeyed, reaching behind to unclasp, letting the cups fall away from her breasts. He then made her turn again. Wendy was now facing me as he kissed her neck and massaged her tits, her nipples swollen as the bra fell away. Watching them play was just so erotic. After a while Edward helped Wendy put on her white bra. It is front-fastening and has a tricky catch. Wendy was enjoying his gentle attention and in no hurry. She knew how turned-on I'd be with every moment she dared to stand between the screen and the window, aware that I was almost willing others to be watching. I was almost tempted to go outside, to stand among the cars, to voyeur her exhibition. MrE wasn't being idle. Now kneeling behind Wendy, he helped her ease down her black panties. . Wendy was moaning and struggling to stay standing as his fingers, and I daresay his tongue as well, worked her cheeks and crease as he knelt behind her. She held the flimsy white panties as her other hand gripped the window ledge to help keep her balance. Wendy smiled up at me, aware, I think, of my arousal. In between her gasps she asked "Would you like to see me wearing the stockings, Sir?" Wendy knew the answer. Stockings and suspenders had long been a particular request of Edward in our email exchanges. He got to his feet. Wendy slipped on her white panties then turned to face him. She reached up, wrapping her arms round his neck, kissing him again as his hands roamed all over her. If anyone was watching outside I hope MrE's street cred went up a notch or two as they watched him snogging Wendy. It was very erotic. They moved to the bed. ...... To be continued. In the meantime, please stay safe. Stay indoors and have fun. Xx