My wife walked in after a long day out. The misery of lockdown had disappeared from her face, she looked radiant yet tired. Satisfied also fits the bill. She came across the room and kissed me, i tasted the saltiness of come and it confirmed the wait for satisfaction had now ended. Who had enjoyed the pleasure of her very submissive body, I did not know, but I knew my patience would very soon be rewarded by her story and my release from the enduring suspense from the agony of denial. The original plan was to go shopping and then come home, however as I was called out on job, things changed. unable to reach me due to awful mobile reception, she ventured to a pub for a bite to eat and refreshment. The pub was deserted except for a man behind the bar who doubled as chef and waiter in addition to his bar duties. He exchanged pleasantries and produced the lunchtime menu, making a few observations as to the nicest cuts of meat available. Liz made observation as to how quiet it was as her previous visit was when music was on and the bands were loud, very loud. Saying he could hardly wait for those times to return, to agreement from her. he put some music on in the background to enhance things and returned to serving her as his lone customer. Drinking only soft drinks, he offered her one on the house, which she took as inuendo and gave a slightly suggestive reply of 'one what?' which apparently made him smile broadly. He refilled her glass and renewed the conversation, adding increasingly naughty suggestions. Her choice of meal was approved of, lamb chop, something with a bone, 'I like a meaty one with a bone', her smile at the end of that brought a grin as wide as a cheshire cat from him. he left with apologies that he would prepare her meal straight away. She said she would like to chat and so was prepared to wait. the conversation was steering towards mucky and she suggested he came round to her side of the bar, which he did. She was sitting on a bar stool and had adjusted her dress to offer him a nice glimpse of inner thigh. This did not go unnoticed and his grin grew wider. It had been almost an hour since her arrival, but the easy conversation and music allowed time to slip past. they were now on first name terms and Nigel was getting closer to her, she knew a kiss was imminent and she allowed his lips to meet hers, mouths opened and tongues entwined. She said she felt her nipples harden as they kissed and her body felt electrified. His arms embraced her and she felt his breath on her cheek as the clinch continued. As they parted, she felt light headed and powerless to his touch as he felt her breasts through her dress. He broke off to say he was going to lock the doors so they weren't disturbed. He went through the bar and locked the back door first, then to the front nd the sound of the rain and swishing tyres died away. The music was turned down as he made his way back through to her, tossing his keys on the side. He said they were now alone. She felt herself trembling slightly and cheekily she asked if he was going to give her the lunch first or later, rubbing his trousers over his stiff but covered cock. He told her he had something more tasty he wanted her to sample first. They kissed again and his hands undid her zip on the dress. As it was summer, she had a thin dress on and her legs were naked, just wearing the natural suntan. He tugged the dress clear of her bra and he soon removed it and uncovered her hard nippled tits, full and soft, the brown protrusions extended fully and attracting his mouth to encircle them in turn and suck on her tits which he discovered unleashed her desire for his cock. Unzipping him and pushing his trousers to his knees, she dragged his pants free and quickly placed her mouth over his shaft. He said how nice her sucking was and she slipped from the barstool and allowed her dress to drop to the floor leaving her just in a pair of white panties, small and devilishly sexy, already wet from her state of desire. He let go of her while he stripped quickly, then returned to her and removed her panties, her small landing strip alluring him, as if he needed it. The pair of them stood close to each other just looking and liking what they saw, then she touched his cock and he her cunt and they collapsed into an orgy of dirty talk and lust fuelled groping, almost like a pair of animals, she devoured his cock while he licked and fingered her soaking cunt. She said it seemed to go on for age but was probably just a few minutes, but it was enough for her to squirt across the bar carpet twice with his intense fingering, the noise embarrassed her but she was too far gone to think of stopping him and she squealed in delight as she came. She told me she was shaking as she sucked him and then when he led her to a small round table and bent her over it, her legs felt weak as she knew he was about to fuck her. No questions of safe sex, he pushed in full to the hilt and she gasped as she lay across the table, face down while he fucked her doggy style. He did not last as long as she hoped but his load was more than she could take and his come splattered out as he withdrew, several drips following from her open gash. He kissed her gently and thanked her as she lay naked and panting on the table. He sat on a stool next to her and fingered her some more as she lay relaxing and gathering herself again. Eventually she sat down next to him and they looked at each other for a while, not speaking before she asked if she could have her meat now. He said it was on the house and dressed to go to the kitchen. She remained naked and walked through to the kitchen area and asked if he was going to reopen or could he go again after. his cock stirred in his trousers and she stroked it and said she had better stay naked then. Lunch arrived and he sat with her saying sexy things to her and asked if she was going to stay all afternoon. She said it was certainly a very novel way to be fucked, in a pub, where loads of people meet and talked and drank, oblivious to the wild goings on of that afternoon. However, fed and filled, they resumed their affair with him leading her naked through the pub and taking pictures of her gracing her body in poses both sexy and tasteful and also downright dirty for his lens. She did request he had the sense not to publish them on any sex sites or share them with mates although she did not object to him showing a few trusted mates provided they did not get copies from him. They went upstairs to his quarters where he revealed he was a temporary landlord and he was there for six months and he needed to keep things ticking over and although he would love to share the pictures he knew his job would disappear and he would not get employment again, therefore he would keep his promise. She shared his bed for a couple of hours before he said he needed to get ready for the evening shift. A few kisses and a little suck of his cock and she was ready for home. At the end of it, I asked if she was going back for more and her smile gave way to 'Am I allowed?' What do you think?