Nothing serious or life threatening, but Amy had been ill for over 12 months, minor illness after minor illness meant she was too tired for sex, more like exhausted, falling asleep just as if she'd blinked and forgotten to open her eyes. She had said that I could "borrow her body even if that meant she'd get nothing from it", but to me that would be like fucking a rag doll, no great pleasure in that.
Things did eventually return to normal, and one night, just after Amy had given me great head, alternating between teasing my balls with her tongue and deep throating me, eventually swallowing my cum, she removed my cock from her mouth and said, "I would have understood if you'd gone elsewhere this last 12 months, and often thought you had because you weren't pressuring me for a fuck". I didn't know if she was serious or testing my fidelity. I decided to reiterate what I'd always said, that all I ever want is fun with her, kinky fun when we can. "What would you most like to do?"she said. It's an age old fantasy of mine which often comes into the conversation during sex, and I decided to play along just as I always did, "To take you out for the evening, with you wearing the shortest skirt you own, the tightest thinnest top and very little else, you looking like a slut and watching the faces of people, faces betraying what they're thinking of you", thinking and talking along those lines, it wasn't long before I was hard again with my cock buried deep in her silky shaven pussy.
A week or so passed, it was Friday and had been a sunny hot day. I'd heard Amy doing something upstairs, she'd showered and was in the bedroom getting changed, I heard her walk down the stairs, she walked in to the lounge and before I could look up she said "Will this do?". What I saw was black shoes with a small heels, long slim moderately tanned naked legs, a dark blue denim skirt, barely 10 inches long, bare midriff and a modest button front crop top which on closer viewing had "designer look" holes and tears. "Now take me for a drink, somewhere I'll not bump into someone I know". "Been shopping?" I asked. "Just a little something to say thank you for looking after me this last 12 months, it's my turn to look after you", and with that she winked and walked through to the kitchen. I'd already showered and changed after tea and was ready in 10 minutes.
Amy started to put her coat on, “In case the neighbours see me, I’ll take it off when we’re away from home” she said. “Let me see” I replied, “You’ve walked topless across the garden to the hot tub, climbed the steps into it in your bikini briefs, I’m sure the chap next door has seen your tits more than once, and you’re concerned about them seeing you in a short skirt?, Besides which, you know I’d prefer you to walk up the drive dressed as you are?” And with that she dropped her coat onto the settee saying “Come on then”, and walked to the front door.
Watching Amy climb into the car was a pleasure in itself, seeing her trying to do it in a dignified manner whilst looking like a slut, but she did it. Driving to our destination, it was difficult to not look at her legs, and with such a short skirt it looked even shorter when she was sitting, almost not there at all.
Our drive took us onto the M6 and I stopped at the service station before junction 19. I parked a short distance from the entrance and Amy knew what I was going to ask her to do, something I had asked her maybe 3 years earlier, to go to the toilet and come back, but with me staying in the car to watch her. And she did exactly what I wanted her to do, I watched those long legs walk away from me and a couple of lads in their mid-to-late 20’s do a double take. A few minutes wait and Amy was walking back, but there was a difference which I didn’t spot straight away, she’d undone an extra button to reveal some very nice titty skin, but it didn’t go unnoticed elsewhere, I’m sure I saw a woman in her, I guessed at 40’s, mouth “slut” to her friend, perfect, I couldn’t have asked for more. As Amy got back into the car I realised that with that extra button undone the very edge of her nipples could be seen by anyone within a few feet of her.
A quiet country pub, miles away from anywhere, no, I took Amy to The Village in Manchester, one of our favourite haunts. Lthough it’s well known as a gay area there is a good mix of gay, straight, trans and transvestite, nobody bats an eyelid. One of the bars has music and a terrific drag act, there’s a balcony, perfect for ladies who love to show off their lingerie and it’s always crowded. Something we like about The Village is that almost anything goes, I did say “almost”, we’ve seen bondage gear, chains, dog collars and leads and all manner of fetish gear, Amy didn’t look or feel out of place. On entering I pushed Amy in front of me and she managed to eventually get to the bar with me standing directly behind her. I like doing this because while she orders I can stroke her bottom knowing this time that anyone around including the bar staff can just about see the edge of her nipples.
Standing behind her at the bar I managed to discreetly put my fingers up past the hem of her skirt and stroke her bottom cheeks, “Good” I thought to myself, “She’s wearing a tiny thong and it’s disappeared between her arse cheeks, perfect for when she walks up the stairs to the balcony, I must make sure I go first so that anyone behind her gets to see up her tiny skirt”. And that is exactly what I did, imagining all the way what could be seen.
We stood on the balcony, looking over the edge, watching what was going on below us, some chatting up going on, some kissing, caressing and groping, quite a horny view. Then I saw a man in his late 20’s use his mobile, and it looked like he’d just taken a photograph of Amy, an upskirt from where he stood. I nudged Amy and said “see him there, the one with the white shirt, he’s just taken a photograph of you, and from where he is it would have been a shot of you knicker crotch”. Amy giggled, “It would if I had any on” she said, “I saw him, why do you think my legs are a foot apart, and before you say anything, you did say shortest skirt, smallest thinnest top and very little else”. She’d got me, but I wasn’t complaining, she’d really given me the works, I knew that there were people calling her a slut, and that’s exactly what I wanted.
We stayed on the balcony and Amy kept commenting that she’d seen the man keep looking up, but had lost sight of him. I turned to Amy to say something, and there he was, walking towards us, he stopped about 2m from us and leaned on the rail with his drink in his hand. Amy looked up, said hello, and it was his indication to come closer, he moved next to Amy and introduced himself as Dave, but said a lot of people call him Rodney, the penny dropped, a play on Only Fools and Horses.
I decided to cut to the chase and said “I won’t be offended, and neither will Amy, let’s have a look at the photograph, I’m sure it’ll be ”interesting”. He got his mobile out, found it and showed us, he must have zoomed in because there was a lovely shaven pussy, well on display. “Not bad” I said, but I’ve got better ones. Something I enjoy is to show photographs of Amy to other men, in her bikini, topless in the garden or on the beach, tits out in various pubs, “accidental” nipslips, and then various shots of her naked on the bed in hold up stockings. It’s even more fun when I show them when Amy is next to me, she seems to enjoy it too.
What I hadn’t realised was that his hand was now under the hem of Amy’s skirt, not difficult when it’s that short. I realised that he must have been stroking her bottom, she likes that. I said that if it’s okay with Amy they could go to the dance floor, and before he could say anything Amy grabbed his hand and they disappeared.
They were gone about 20 minutes, that’s some long dance I thought. They eventually reappeared, got their drinks and he apologized for keeping Amy away so long but they were enjoying the music. “Music” Amy said in a sarcastic voice, “let me tell you what happened” she went on. “We didn’t go to the upper dance floor, no, to the basement, it’s dark. We started to dance, but with a change of music it wasn’t long before he’d pulled me to him with one hand and had his other up under my skirt fingering my pussy. Once he found my clit I thought carry on”. “In the dark I was trying to work out how he’d managed to finger me from the front and behind, then I realised, there was another man playing with me, and then another, I had three men fingering me, I was in heaven, one even had a digit up my arse. Oh, and yes, I did cum on their fingers, thank you Dave”. All I could say was “If you think she’s a slut then I’d agree with you, she is, and that’s the way I like her”. “Does that mean she lets other men fuck her?” he said, and before I could open my mouth Amy said “Yes, and if you give me your number I’ll arrange it if you like”. And we did, but that’s a story for another time.
Needless to say, when we got home it was straight to bed and I ate her well fingered pussy, imagining her getting fingered by three men, that was a cum and a half.
