Well, we were bored after all the wet weather so, with the arrival of some sun, we headed out to the pub for lunch. My wife looked lovely in her dark blue knee length, button front dress, and beneath, the usual tantalising white lace hemmed slip.

We decided to sit outside and thought it became quite breezy, neither of us minded.

We’d finished our meal when another couple crossed the car park, both eyeing my wife’s exposed legs. I’d dared her to undo another two or three buttons and she’d obliged and now the brisk breeze was whipping up her dress, exposing the top of her tights and almost the white bikini panties underneath.

The man went into the pub while his wife(?) sat facing our table. He appeared with drinks and a menu and I noticed her lean into him and whisper. He in return grinned and nodded, as she undid skirt buttons and parted her knees.

I went into the pub to use the bathroom and the man followed a few minutes behind.

“Sorry, I don’t usually start conversations in the gents’ loo - but I wanted to say that my wife is fascinated by your wife - maybe nothing but I’ve seen the look on her face before.”

I said I would get back to him ( never expecting to) and did the go in there regularly.

“Let’s exchange mobile numbers,” he suggested.

I walked back to rejoin my wife and told her of the conversation I’d had.

“I thought there was something, she was staring with some interest, then I noticed my dress was unbuttoned rather a lot and was flapping in the breeze. I’ll bet she could see my panties and slip.”

“Bet you don’t know he was stroking his cock though his trousers did you,” she added.

We drove home and collected the dog for a walk and she expressed an unfamiliar interest.

“So it’s not just male voyeurs who want to get into your knickers then? - your legs get so much attention in the pub.”

She laughed but I could tell my comment had hit home.

Two nights later, the doorbell sounded and there on the doorstep was Jane and Pete.

She again looked amazing with her long legs covered in sheer black tights or stockings. She had a knee length pencil skirt on and, as she walked past me, I could see she had followed suit, wearing a white slip with the lace trim peeping seductively through the split at the back.

Pete embraced my wife, as did Jane.

Pete pulled her into him and visibly ground his cock into her. Jane gave her a full lingering kiss on the lips, then tuned to me. We also kissed and she pressed into me - I could feel her suspender against my leg, thus ending the tights or stockings mystery. I felt my cock hardening and it was clearly visible to my wife too, who surprisingly gave me a knowing smile.

My wife and Jane sat on a leather sofa - each exploring the other’s inner thighs.

I sat beside them feeling horny and Jane reached across to unzip me.

She gave an enquiring look to my wife and to Pete who both smiled approvingly.

She took me full in her mouth and worked my cock to the point of explosion, while I ran my hand up her skirt, towards her moist panties.

My wife took over then and buried her head into Jane’s pussy.

The room was alive with moaning and promised orgasms.

Pete moved behind my wife and slowly pulled down her tights and panties. He ran a moistened hand between her legs until she writhed with pleasure before sliding his enormous cock into her waiting pussy.

Meanwhile, Jane feeling left out, straddled my waiting cock and began thrusting up and down.

My cock slid against the edge of her black panties and her sexy lace slip bounced against my balls with every thrust.

I looked at her and she nodded as I exploded into her vibrating pussy.

Almost at the same time, my wife let out a loud moan and a gasp, as Pete filled her pussy with his hit sperm.

We all collapsed at that point but we’re soon reprising our earlier antics.

We plan to meet regularly and you can be sure I’ll tell about it here 😊