4 days in Scotland, decent hotel, sauna and pool, dressed up for dinner, nice food, that was the intention, and that is how it started.

From day one Geraldine, Gerry for short and Simon were very chatty, about the same age as us, smartly dressed, she was slim and quite elegant, and he was funny and engaging and flattered June my wife at every opportunity.

In fact the very first evening we went to the festival theatre with them to see a play.

It was just as well that I had persuaded June to bring 4 dresses with her, all of which were formal enough for the quite posh theatre.

June wore a red clingy knee length dress with her black contrast seam Jonathan Aston stockings and some 4 inch red heels.

These made walking tricky for June, across the car park to Simons Range Rover, so he was quick to assist, very tactile, his hands seemingly all over June, especially when it came to stepping into the front passenger seat, something at the time that I thought unusual.

Of course it was impossible for June to keep her legs together, so as her dress rode up as she climbed aboard, he along with Gerry and I were treated to a great display of stocking tops and suspenders.

He was delighted with June’s exposure, and he and Gerry questioned her about her choice of stockings as we drove to the theatre.

By the time we arrived June had confirmed that she always wore stockings, with either six or four strap suspender belts, and even that she favoured sheer panties.

To be honest it all seemed so natural and inoffensive, he and Gerry were fun, and Gerry was very attentive to me and quite complimentary in general.

Over the next couple of days Gerry and June did the sauna together and the pool, June mentioned to me that Gerry had been to our room, and asked to see her dresses and even tried 2 on.

Gerry loved Junes various seamed stockings especially some pink seamed Jonathan Astons, and even asked where June bought her suspender belts.

Simon and I went walking several times, he was a very funny guy, and our conversations covered all sorts, even whether I ever took risqué pictures of June or liked other guys to see her in compromising situations.

I didn’t think it weird at the time, as he had a way of getting you to talk without any embarrassment so I suppose I was way too open with him.

Anyway Thursday night arrived, I was down early and found Gerry at the bar, she was looking particularly elegant, off the shoulder dress in camel colour, bare legged with strappy heels.

As we had drinks, she mentioned that Simon had playfully asked June to dress for him seeing as it was our last night.

I said I didn’t quite understand, but it seemed Gerry had told him, what Junes dresses were like, together with underwear, make up, almost everything.

June actually hadn’t said anything to me, but Gerry said June should be in her green above the knee dress, black court shoes; black contrast seamed stockings, black sheer panties, six strap belt and black bra.