‘Sliding his hands down her stomach, skimming over her hip and stroking her calf, he do as he was told and grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up to her waistline. Slipping his fingers beneath it he soon found her suspender belt but nothing at all else. No knickers.

‘I get the feeling you were planning on seducing someone tonight …’ he mumbled.’

Harry’s new wife, a goddess in her twenties, fought with him constantly. If indeed they weren’t fucking these were yelling at each other. This time around he deserved it though, he previously forgot her 22nd birthday. But rather than letting her storm off he selected her up just like the spoiled brat she was and transported her directly into a more private setting, however, not much more personal …

This erotic short story gives you hot raw sex among the trees in Hyde park.