My wife Jeannie and I have decided to downsize from our house in London and move to Kent, with that in mind we booked a week in a hotel between Broadstairs and Sandwich.

After three days of viewing various properties we were getting fed up and decided to have a days break, we booked a guided tour of a stately home.

Arriving at the set time we were among about twelve people on the tour milling around the lobby.

I told Jeannie, I need the toilet, don't go off without me.

When I returned I noticed everyone had a drink, looked like sherry, Jeannie smiling said - that was bad timing, but I shrugged it off.

Our guide was a bloke called Bob, he was probably in his seventies and had the bearing of a military man, he also had a very boring delivery and worst of all, everything he boringly told us was written on cards next to the various objects on display.

As a consequence people were drifting off on their own until there was just me and Jeannie left, he seemed to completely ignore me and direct everything towards her, I'd had enough and let them walk on I was going to go back and wait in the reception but then reading the cards became interested in some exhibits and was now some way behind them.

Eventually I caught up enough to hear Bob's voice, they were around the corner from me.

Jeannie, he said, if you reach over and look through the window you can see the entrance to a priest hole, this sounded interesting, I turned the corner and froze, Jeannie was bent over a large window sill and unbelievably Bob was pressing his groin against her arse, I stepped back round the corner chuckling to myself, the dirty old bugger, when I turned the corner this time I was to smacked, Jeannie was grinding her arse back hard against him.

I retreated again, did I imagine it? No, I knew I hadn't, should I create a scene? For the truth was, I had a powerful erection, this old man interfering with my wife and her responding had turned me on.

Then I heard moaning, oh god, now what.

Once again, only this time just peeking my head around I couldn't believe it, Jeannie was in the same position but her dress was up over her back and Bob was fucking her and she was loving it, but the most incredible thing was the size of his cock, it must have been 10 inches long as thick as a rolling pin.

They were too engrossed to notice me and I witnessed the whole performance, grunting heavily Bob was obviously unloading into her and she was quietly sobbing, when he withdrew a sea of spunk followed, Jeannie didn't move, her legs quivering uncontrollably, Bob sat himself down in a nearby chair breathing heavily, he seemed in some discomfort and Jeannie now partially recovered and looking concerned fussed around him, his now limp cock laying exposed.

Bob, let's get you decent and she tried to pack it away but it was a struggle, even limp it was massive, eventually succeeding she then took his walkie-talkie and called for assistance.

A few minutes later two of the other guides appeared and between them and Jeannie managed to start moving Bob along the corridor and into a side room.

I used the opportunity to scoot past and down into reception to wait for her, and wait, and wait.

The receptionist looked at the wall clock and informed me - sorry sir, we're closing now I'm afraid you have to leave, I was going to explain why I was waiting but I had a pretty good idea why she hadn't returned and bid the receptionist goodbye,

Now what to do?