This is part two Angie and I having sex without her husband Dougie knowledge. (For the record he's read it. Just received a text that said "Read last nite spunk everywhere!" He's a happy boy then!) I had driven up for a meeting in the West End and had arranged to meet Angie at the Pizza Express on Hyde Park Corner as she was shopping in Knightsbridge. I remember this one in such detail for a reasonI will reveal at the end of the story. There was no rhyme or reason for the meet other than having a catch up as I hadn't seen either her or Doug for a while due to work and social responsibilities going on in both our lives that had let our friendship drift a bit. After the normal chit chat about family life, work and other things, the conversation, with the help of a couple of glasses of wine, drifted to talking about old dirty times with Angie regaling me with a couple of her lone wanking experiences and what her latest fantasy of choice was. Coupled with her, after checking out it was safe to do so, kicking a shoe up and putting her putting her foot between my groin which I thought was as far as things would go as I had a meeting to get to. Time was approaching for me to be somewhere else so the bill was paid while Angie went and had a pee when she came back to the table she said she had one bit of extra shopping to do at John Lewis in Oxford St and could I give her a lift as it was on my way. The car park where I'd left the car, (a early 4 by 4), was one of those very expensive NCP places near Sloane Street that frightens people away because of it's rip off charges so inevitably it's never full up and I had parked on one of the floors that was almost emptyl. When we got in the car and without any prompting we started to snog. Apart from being a great blow job Angie is easily the best and most passionate kissers I've met. She sucks tongue like cock. There is detail that I do remember with clarity that was what Angie was wearing that day. She had on an olive coloured wrap-over dress that tied up just up just under the bust. All through lunch I had been staring at Angie's tits as the dress gave the impression that she was braless. I soon had my hand in the dress and discovered that was the case. Unusually Angie wanted to have a some foreplay as she usually likes to get down to sucking straight away So I undid the dress got one of her tits out and started to suck the nipple Angie then she pulled out the other tit, the one with the inverted nipple, and put it in my mouth as she said it's the really sensitive one that makes her even wetter. Angie was wearing stockings and suspenders and unusually wearing knickers, French style (whatever happened to them!!) It wasn't long before I had two fingers up the side and was fingerfucking a very soggy fanny. If any of you got to read the links in part 1. you ould have discovered that Angie gets very wet when aroused. An alarm bell in my head went off which told me to look at my watch and it showed that I was now late and should be at the meeting - a very important one financially. I said we had to stop but Angie said I was going no where until I had filled her mouth with cum. So I thought "Bugger the meeting" and decided to let her get on with what she does best. Now Angie likes to savour any cock she sucks and she's sucked few besides her husband's and mine, Doug says that one of the biggest highs he gets is watching his wife address a cock before she puts it in her mouth. He says she's turned it into performance art. With car seat adjusted so I could lay back, flies undone and trousers pulled down to the ankles along with boxers, the show was about to begin. Although hard from the kissing and foreplay Angie had yet to touch my cock with bare hands so it was standing free in a very upright postion. With only a guiding finger she ran her tongue around the base for the stem, darting down to nip each bollock with her teeth before gently sucking each one, She then ran tongue up the stem to hit the cum bottom just under me bellend. She them rimmed the helmet before slowly enveloping it with her mouth and slowly moved her lips down until my cock was full in her mouth. The feeling was like when you put your cock in a vagina. Now I have to be honest here and tell you I am not overly endowed length wise but do have a bit of girth so there was no gagging so Angie was able to keep sucking right up and down to the hilt. It really did feel like my cock was in a cunt. While this was going on, as Angie was on her knees on the car seat I was able to finger her up the soaked leg her French knickers. Now fingering had never been a big part of the action in the threesome but this was the only time that I remember Angie approaching an orgasm as she'd previously said that she preferred to bring herself off after her husband and myself were spent but this time I could feel my best friends wife vagina begin to contract around my thrusting fingers, this is turn made the cum in my bollocks begin to rise. I must have ejaculated the first spurt when she was on the down stroke as a gagging sound came from Angie and I looked up to see a little of the spunk escape from her mouth. Angie in true form made sure there was not a trace of cum left. She even sucked up the drops that had leaked onto my pubes! On the way to Oxford St Angie adjusted her dress but it would seem with not a lot of luck for when we arrived outside John Lewis and she got out the truck her dress became undone and her tits fell out giving any shopper passing bye a treat. Now why to I remember in so much detail? The meeting I had was with two prospective clients that I had recently met at a conference in Ireland and was to discuss a contract of that was of considerable financial reward. I was greeted by one the men in reception a delightful man called R. If R was unhappy about my lateness he didn't show it. He and I, at that time, were not the closest of associates but on a late night boozing session in Ireland we did indulge in 'men's' talk so in the lift I couldn't resist telling him why I was late and told him in detail. R was delighted and wished those sort of things happened to him. I got the contract and many others from both the two men. I might have forgotten about the whole thing but I recently met R again at a reunion and he took a big pleasure in reminded me about the time I was late for that meeting. He even reminded me of a sordid detail that I just couldn't remember doing and that was that to prove I had been fingering a friends wife he asked to smell my fingers!!! Men!!! Readers and Doug stand by for part 3. MM