Would you take me out to a beer garden dressed like this? Would it turn you on everyone staring at us, staring at my tits hanging out? π β’ Our first βme-etβ (thatβs what the UK swingers call a date, I prefer date) was in a pub beer garden. He was a cheeky London lad, think cockney only not the movie style cockney, a real person style. β’ We were nervous, having never done anything like this before and we just jumped in head first. As we always do. Luckily, he turned up, we later found out thatβs a thing, not turning up. He was handsome, charming and had lots of funny stories of his adventures. β’ We kissed. And honestly the excitement was so overwhelming that I nearly came in my knickers. I was instantly soaked. There I was kissing another man for the first time in years. In-front of my husband. I was loving it. Turned to hubby and I could see the smile on his face, I knew he loved it. I put my hand on his cock, over his jeans, we were in public after all. And it was rock solid. β’ Sadly he had to plans that afternoon. And the date was billed as a social. So who would blame him for not taking the afternoon off work. Hubby and I went home and fucked three times before picking up the kids from school. β’ We never heard from him again. How funny.