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Archive name: lunch.txt (MF, wife-sharing, voy)
Authors name: Jeb Stuart JS2000@aol.com)
Story title : Wife's Lunch Date
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Wife's Lunch Date
by Jeb Stuart (JS2000@aol.com)
Ray, trying to rekindle some the wild spirit of the
past in his wife, recently bought her a couple of new
outfits which included the shortest of short, pleated
skirts. Julie was appreciative of the gesture but
conservative in how she liked to dress in public,
especially at work.
Ray knew, however, that it would be just a matter of
time before the mood struck his lovely 30-year-old wife
and she would wear one of the skirts. Recalling how
she looked when she tried them on, he knew that even-
tually her male co-workers, and anybody else she ran
into, would share his pleasure. She was a beautiful
woman and he was proud to have other men lust after
what they couldn't actually have. The skirts just
barely covered her butt, and when she'd bend over even
slightly, the mystery was all but over. Ray liked
showing off his wife who had a petite but shapely body,
shoulder length black hair, a pleasant smile and big
dark eyes. In fact, it was one of Ray's fantasies to
have another man physically approach Julie.
Then one day, after the skirts had sat in the closet
untouched for weeks, Julie called home and asked her
husband whether he thought it was all right for her to
have lunch with one of her older bosses that afternoon.
She said he had been inviting her to lunch for weeks
and she didn't want to keep turning him down.
Ray thought about it for a minute, and though he could
guess what was on this man's mind, he allowed Julie to
accept the latest invitation and told her to have a
great time and not to "turn the guy on too much."
When Ray got off the phone, he decided to check the
closet to see if on the off chance Julie might have
worn one of those short skirts to work that day. Sure
enough, the black and white skirt was missing. Julie
told Ray where she'd be having lunch, hinting that
maybe it would be a good idea if he too went to the
restaurant. At first he didn't get it. But now Ray was
putting it all together. Julie was obviously in a play-
ful mood and willing to satisfy one of her husband's
fantasies.
Ray waited in the parking lot for his wife and her old
boss to arrive. They pulled up in a black BMW. The man,
who looked to be in his 50s, was very well dressed.
Julie appeared not to be wearing any stockings or
pantyhose; only the skirt, white blouse and ankle high
black granny boots. She had wonderfully dark skin and
usually didn't need to wear hose to enhance the
appearance of her shapely legs. Still, with the skirt
that short, Ray was surprised to find her bare-legged.
The couple walked across the parking lot. Julie, seeing
Ray sitting in his car about 20 feet away, dropped her
keys. With her back facing Ray, she quickly bent over
to reveal to him that she wasn't wearing anything under
the skirt. Ray was stunned. Later that night, Julie
told Ray all about her lunch time conversation.
The man, whose name was Walter, was obviously interest-
ed in having an encounter with her. He complimented her
body, told her about his near frigid wife and even
placed a hand high on her thigh in his car on the ride
back to their office. Julie said she let him keep his
hand there for a couple of seconds before shifting her
legs so that he'd pull it away.
"Did he know you weren't wearing panties?" said Ray.
"He asked me that... and I couldn't lie, even though I
was somewhat embarrassed," she said. "So what did he
say?"
Julie paused and looked away. "He said he wanted to
see, no, feel if that were true. I must admit, the
whole thing was scary, but I was so horny, and so wet
by then that I think I left a spot on the seat of his
expensive car."
"Yeah, but what happened? Did he touch you?" Ray asked.
"Remember, you've always said it was okay, right?" she
asked nervously.
"Yeah, right...just tell me all of it Julie. Tell me
how you felt."
"Okay," she said, taking a deep breath. "When he asked,
I hesitated at first. But then he placed his hand back
on my leg, more towards the inside, and this time I
just melted. I don't think I said a word, but I felt my
legs open slightly, almost involuntarily. Then he moved
his hand up just an inch or so from my crotch and stop-
ped. I wasn't sure why. I thought maybe he was chicken-
ing out. So I just took his wrist and moved his hand
right between my legs.
Gosh, it felt so strange. And I was afraid he was going
to crash this nice car. But he just massaged my pussy
for a minute or two and I could see the bulge in his
pants. I was leaning back in the seat, my legs now wide
open watching his fingers slide in and out of me.
Luckily it was a real isolated stretch of road we were
on, about 10 minutes from the office."
"Unbelievable!" Ray said. "Did you want to...?" "I
almost felt obligated to at that point," said Julie.
"Walter asked if I would touch him. I didn't want to
do it while he was driving, so I asked him to pull
over. He found the perfect spot about 100 yards off
the main road, beside some cornfield. I also told him
that I'd do it if we could pretend afterwards that
nothing had ever happened. I guess being that he was
married for years and pretty high up in the company,
he had more to lose than me. So he was certainly
agreeable.
Anyway, he pulls over and continues playing with me,
slipping his hands under my blouse and stuff. He even
went down on me when I placed the seat as far back as
it would go. On one hand I couldn't believe how easily
and fast this was happening, and on the other hand I
was hoping it wouldn't go too far. I really didn't want
to fuck him, but I was enjoying all the foreplay and
was afraid I wouldn't be able to say no.
Then it came time for me to undo his pants. He asked me
if I would give him a blowjob. Earlier in the restau-
rant he hinted that his wife only did it once or twice
in their entire marriage. Again, I just couldn't stop.
His wanting me so bad, combined with his polite, mature
approach just made me feel like it was okay somehow.
So after playing with his nice cock for a minute or
two, I just lowered my head onto his lap and slid my
lips down onto him." "You had this guy's cock in your
mouth?" said Ray.
"How did that feel.
I mean, you're with somebody entirely new for the first
time in years."
"Yeah, it was strange," she said. "He was smaller than
you, smelled different. But he was so much under my
power, so appreciative, that I was getting off just
doing it to him. With each step I wondered what next.
Would he come right away? What was I going to do if he
did? Stuff like that." "OK, you have to tell me, did
you fuck him?" asked Ray.
Julie smiled and twirled her hair. "Gosh, you're im-
patient. I'm getting to that. I didn't want it to go
that far earlier, but he was good and I was really
enjoying it, even though we were in the front seats of
a car. I know it started out just as a kick, and
you've encouraged me so many times to do something like
this -- well I was actually getting off on it now. And,
yes, I wanted to feel him inside me."
Ray was hard as a rock at this point. His heart was
beating rapidly as he anticipated hearing from his wife
how she gave herself totally to another man. "Walter
is just the kind of older guy that evokes trust," said
Julie. "I knew no matter when I said stop, he was
going to stop. Funny thing is, that made me want to go
further. I suggested we go into the back seat where
we'd have more room. At that point I knew I was going
to fuck him.
He was still hard and I told him that I wanted to sit
on his cock. He was sitting in the middle of the seat
and I just kind of climbed aboard, guiding his dick
into me slowly with my right hand. At first it was slow
and erotic as I studied the expressions on his face.
Then, seeing that he had some staying power, I began to
really ride him hard. He kept a tight grip on my ass."
Julie continued the story now in hushed tones as Ray
began fondling her breasts on the sofa. "Keep talking,"
he said softly. "I want you so bad. I want to see where
this pussy has been today."
"He came so hard, so deep inside me," she said. "It was
like he hadn't been fucked in years."
"Show me baby," said Ray. "Show me where he came."
Julie leaned back on the sofa, spreading her legs and
separating her shaven pussy lips said, "Here, inside
me."
Ray went down on her and began tickling her clit with
his tongue.
"Oh, I hope you can forgive me," she said. "I thought
it's what you wanted. Did I enjoy it too much? Is this
going to change things?"
"No, no way, I am glad you did it," said Ray.
"What a day," she said between moans as her husband
licked away at her clit. "All I want now is for you to
fuck me Ray." With that said, Ray plunged into her.
Julie came immediately and often. "Next time you wear
one of those skirts, I'll know what you're up to," Ray
said. "Tell me how much you liked being a fuck doll."
"I loved it," she said softly as Ray continue his
attention to his wife's body.
"Tell me more," he said.
"I loved feeling his cock in me," she said. "He wanted
me so bad. I was so wet from his desire. I felt like
such a slut sitting there with his hand up my skirt,
just soaking from the time I got in his car. I really
didn't think I could do it. I really didn't think I
could let go like that with someone else."
***
A couple days later, Ray was getting ready to go to
work at noon when he noticed the other short skirt
missing from Julie's wardrobe. Just then the phone
rang. It was his wife...
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with strangers!! You only have one body per lifetime,
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