Lisa 4 by Peter Thompson

We were (maybe I was) first exposed to, for the sake of a name, ‘Kinky Sex’. At that time, Lisa and I were only days from our sixth wedding anniversary. At the time Lisa was 32 and still very capable of turning heads, I was thirty six. When I met this incredible girl she had admitted that she’d been ‘a bit of a sport’ before going out with me, not downright promiscuous, but enjoyed sex and had been with numerous men. In fact some of her tales aroused me. She was a blue eyed blonde with a nice figure that our two children had helped fill out a bit, so she now had a pair of 36c’s and on a 5ft 5” figure that looked perfect to me. Okay, so yes I sorta had the feeling that during our marriage she had been laid more than a few times by various other men, and again that actually turned me on and in time that turned out to be truer than I could have imagined. She’d been very discrete, but I’d spotted a few signs in the more recent months. Then a few weeks before this incident; in bed, after sex; I had jokingly suggested that I’d like to watch her with another guy; she’d looked at me seriously for 5 seconds or so, then she said ‘You actually mean that don’t you?. By which point I had a hard on which she could clearly see. ‘Have you anyone in mind’ she asked. I didn’t and shook my head. She smiled and said ‘okay, how about that being your next birthday present? My mouth was dry; she just agreed to do that so easily! We had sex again and we were both quite rampant, in the days that followed, we both pretended she’d go through with this ordeal for me as a treat. But our sex life had moved up a notch.

She had teased me, asking if I would find a guy or should she? Another time she rebuked me when I said it ought to be someone she’d fancy to make love with and she said ‘No, she makes love with me; she’d have sex with him’. Another time she asked if I was going to sit in a chair and watch them openly or stay hidden. I said I would like it to be in the open, I could tell she was turned on by that and by that time it had evolved that she would find the guy. Other things evolved as well, which turned us both on in airing the idea,

‘Do you want me to allow him to take me bareback?’ (yes)

‘Shall I swallow?’ (yes and facial maybe)

‘Anal sex? (yes)

‘Will you lick me out after he’s gone?’ (yes) – She nearly swooned when I said that.

I told her ‘I’d like you to be a total slut with him and do everything we’ve ever done, plus I want you to do at least one thing that you’ve never done with me. She looked at me as if I was going to suggest an act. ‘Oh No’ I said ‘I’m not going to suggest it, but want to see you do something to him that is really slutty, maybe enough to make me cum off without using my hand’ She gave me a huge grin ‘Oh that’s naughty’. It was because we’d done some things from time to time – Bondage, CP, golden showers and a few others. A few times I’d rimmed her arsehole and fingered it too and hoped she’d reciprocate, but no and I would love to see her take into her mouth a cock that have been ploughing her rectum. These things crossed my mind and she still seemed quite happy. To be fair she’d never bulked at anything in our early days together, but then children and lack time had diminished our sex play, only recently improving. Then this last ‘idea’ had brought us back to almost daily sex.

At the time I was still a junior partner in a solicitor’s office and my Boss had just made a rather good case in court for a Greek client, although I had done all the hard work; he was a Restaurant owner with two places both in Soho, London. The result was better than either, He or I had anticipated, so he was very elated. Lisa had travelled up on this morning of the final day, knowing that we’d be finished in time for an afternoon of shopping in the West End. (Groan!)

As we left the court, I introduced Theo to Lisa, and the four of us popped into a pub for a quick celebratory drink. As I ordered the round, my Boss, Theo and Lisa, went to find a table. Theo was in his early 40’s, a big man, roughhewn face, with loads of character. It was only when they were about to sit down, that I remembered ‘our dare’. In the euphoria of winning our case and winning so well, I’d completely forgotten, that the previous evening, when discussing the shopping requirement for the next afternoon, I’d dared Lisa to spend all day knickerless and in a short skirt as well.

I looked across at them as they sat down and my mouth went dry. I did not know whether my wife had gone along with my dare or not. She was wearing a skirt that whilst not an ultra-mini, certainly was in the mini league and well above her knees. She had sat facing him with a small low oval table between them.

Lisa must have felt my eyes probing her, for she looked up, with a grin she slowly crossed her legs, Theo had his back to me, but if my wife was knickerless that day, he would have defi¬nitely seen at that point. As it was she was now showing anyone, in that pub that now cared to look, a couple of inches of bare thigh, above her dark stocking top. So that’s how we were that day in London in the pub, al¬though at the bar my only thoughts were whether Lisa had dared to leave home ‘without her panties/knickers on’.

As I took our drinks over to where Lisa and Theo sat, there was nothing to suggest that she was anything other than a re¬spectable suburban mother. I was well aware that my thoughts and her deliberate leg cross had swollen my penis, which was now pushing at my trouser front, a bulge that Lisa’s eyes told me she’d seen. As I took my seat, next to Theo, my wife gave me a big smile and very deliberately ‘flashed’ herself at me, by again crossing her legs slowly. My mouth went dry and my tongue stuck, she was knickerless.

She had just shown me, not just a flash of pubic hair, but a parted thigh shot showing her labia lips in full glory. But there was no doubt in my mind Theo had seen her lack of underwear. She and Theo were chatting informally about family etc. My only though was ‘oh God! If my Boss sees her bare pussy, I’ll be ruined’. Our drinks were formal and short, but before he left Theo, who knew we were close on our wedding anniver¬sary, said he’d be in touch. She told me that she had eye contact with him each time she crossed her legs and his eyes hadn’t strayed, once.

His ‘in touch’ arrived two days later, it was a letter enclosing two tickets to one of the top West End shows, with an invitation to come over to his restaurant after the show. The date of the show was the day before our wedding anniversary, but Lisa had told him in passing conversation that we were going to have a party that evening anyway.

We accepted Theo’s generous gesture and after a great show went along to the restaurant. I must admit having seen the place in daylight empty, I was totally taken aback by the ambience atmosphere as we entered. A table on a small raised platform, possibly previous used as a stage, overlooking the main dining and dancing floor was reserved for us and lavish attention paid to us. The other Patrons must have thought we were ‘show bus stars or something’. The place was full and buzzing, I knew that it held 120 people.

Lisa was looking radiant that evening, totally ravishing, she had her long blonde hair tied up in a jewelled clasp with matched and set of the matching ear rings. Her dress was unbe¬lievably sexy number; it was black with silver decor, a backless, cocktail dress. The back was cut almost to the crack of her arse cheeks and the front was dangerously close to allowing her breasts to fall out, either side of two small triangles of near transparent black lacy material, which clung to her lovely orbs and all held together by a thin strap running up behind her neck. She wore black stockings and patent leather with silver buckles, spiky high heeled shoes.

Theo arrived from his other place as we finished our meal, which was superb, we had been plied with wine, and after all, we were celebrating and somebody else was picking up the tab, so we were tipsy but the end of the meal. Theo introduced us to his two younger brothers who worked there, Philip, who appeared to be about 25 or 26 and Sharmi, who seemed to be a mere mid teenager. After the meal they took it in turns to take Lisa around the dance floor, the dances were fairly energetic and at first I thought that was okay, because it meant they were not going to be groping my wife in a smoocher, but after one dance Philip lead her back to the table, her left nipple had started to escape from its confine and nearly half of her areola was on show, the pink texture highlighted by the black of her dress and the milky whiteness of her breast. I wasn’t hard in sexual arousal, but swollen in the first stirring of sexual desires. Lisa didn’t seem to realise although all the other males did, I felt my cock stirring. I made no effort to let her know.

Minutes later Theo came along, his dance with Lisa let everyone know that under her short dress, not only was she wear¬ing stockings, she had a tiny pair of scarlet panties on. During that dance her left breast escaped entirely, she registered mock alarm, with a laugh, but because Theo held her hands, there was nothing she could do about her exposure for about 30 to 40 long seconds. My cock was now nearly fully erect. Although the dance area was dimmed, lots of people must have seen her and I got the impression that she wasn’t too concerned, anyway. In fact she might have enjoyed it happening.

As they left the dance floor, they seemed to be sharing a joke, and I saw Theo cup one of Lisa’s breasts, his thumb slip¬ping underneath her dress, very obviously rubbing her nipple. She made no effort to stop him and they kissed. Not a long French kiss, but more than a respectable young wife should do with a near stranger; their lips were together for some 10 to 12 sec¬onds. As they parted, I saw that Lisa’s face was flushed and her lips were parted, he had no doubt thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth.