Following our last successful session, my wife seems to have grown in erotic confidence, As you probably saw on our post, we booked a table at a local Italian restaurant the other night and I was quite looking forward to the effect she may have.

We were shown to our table, conveniently situated in a corner of the room and my wife removed her coat, revealing a knee length grey patterned dress. As she raised her arms to remove the coat, her dress rose at the hem, revealing a couple of inches of lace on her white nylon slip.

I saw her dress was generously unbuttoned and as she sat, it fell away, revealing black stockings and black lace suspenders; so she had happily decided against tights, much to the delight of a passing waiter and my swelling cock.

She noticed both waiter and my cock and leant across to me, to ask how I wanted the evening to play out. She stroked my cock through my thin flannel trousers and assisted it’s growth.

“Do you want me to be a naughty girl tonight? - because if things get a little steamy, I don’t want you to fall out with me.”

I assured her I was up for it, should she choose.

At a table in the opposite corner, a youngish chap was already paying her attention - craning his neck to gain a better view up her dress. He was alone so I waited in case he was simply waiting for the return of his dining partner.

My wife smiled and cheekily waved an empty wine glass at the chap. He seemed slightly puzzled, then came over enquiring whether he could buy us a drink.

He signalled the waiter and ordered drinks before sitting on my wife’s right eyes glued to her gorgeous thighs.

She looked at me with a flick of her head, which was my signal to visit the toilet and also to obtain condoms just in case they were needed.

I left it a good 15 minutes before returning to find Joe with his hand well up my wife’s dress,

“Look I don’t want trouble,” he said, suddenly realising I was back.

I assured him there would be no trouble and without further ado, he resumed his place and removed his hand.

We ate two lovely courses and I had some sparkling water, owing to the fact I was driving, whilst Joe and my wife downed a bottle of chianti. We chatted quite normally for some time, though Joe’s eyes and hand occasionally wandered up my wife’s leg and under her dress.

I wondered what would happen when it was time to leave but my wife offered a solution by suggesting we give Joe a lift home. He gave me his address and suggested we might like a nightcap - after all, I’d had no alcohol by this time.

We strolled, laughing and chatting, to my car and to my surprise, she got into the back with Joe and before long allowed him to kiss her neck, unbutton her top three dress buttons and cup her breasts in turn, inside her bra. I heard her give a little gasp before telling me there was no rush and why didn’t I pull into the lay-by up ahead.

I did so and Joe continued his advances, though now he had slid a hand inside her nylon knickers and was exploring her pussy. It seemed that she wanted even more right there and lay along the seat with her hand drawing her knickers to one side. Joe went down and began to lick and caress her clitoris until she arched her back before giving out a loud moan as she came quite heavily.

I saw her indicate a “not yet” gesture to Joe and whispered to him.

Now, the lay-by was deserted on a very quiet road and was overhung with trees. My car, being an estate model, provided a great opportunity for them to progress this relationship. They moved to the rear of the car and lifted the hatch, then my wife slid in and lay on her back before wrapping those gorgeous stockinged legs around Joe, who by this time had removed his trousers and shorts and was beginning to slide on a condom.

“No need for that” she said and Joe continued to tease her clitoris with the head of his swollen cock.

She motioned to me to climb into the back and drop the seat, which I did. She unzipped me and just as Joe gave his first gentle thrust, she took my cock into her mouth and eagerly sucked, as best she could; her breathing was becoming heavier but luckily for me she continued to suck while Joe pounded her wet pussy with increasing depth.

I came and was about to pull out of her mouth before, unusually, she said “no no” and swallowed my load,

By this time Joe was reaching his pinnacle and my wife, who had already climaxed once, neared a second shattering orgasm.

Thankfully, she was able to give full vent to her orgasm in the empty lay-by. Then she removed her soaking knickers and came to join me in the front of the car, where I was just regaining my composure after her fantastic blowjob in the back of the car.

We took Joe home but declined his offer of a nightcap, saying we would catchup during the week and arrange another meet.

I put the car in the garage and found my wife pouring two glasses of red wine in the kitchen.

I kissed her passionately and asked her how often she would be flashing her legs and underwear at strangers, then fucking them in a lay-by.

“Let’s just say it’s a nice fantasy to hold in reserve and besides, I’ve no complaints about my resident fuck machine,” she giggled and squeezed my cock.

I must say though, I DID have a complaint - not about the wet knickers though, but about Joe’s semen which had leaked out of my wife and stained my favourite white nylon slip!

“Never mind” she whispered “it can go into the wash and I DO have others you know.

At that point, we went up to bed and fucked until we both fell asleep.

We may see Joe again - I don’t know, but till next time ……….