LISA MEETS MAC - Chapter 1
Mac and I had worked together for a couple of months and in that time we had become firm friends taking coffee breaks, and often having lunch, in the canteen together. Usually the conversation turned to football, occasionally it involved politics and local gossip. We supported the same team and there was always something to discuss regarding the form of the players or those involved in the training. He was good company, quiet and unassuming. Although he certainly had a large physical presence, being six foot two, broad shouldered and a slim but full frame. He was amusing and friendly so I enjoyed our companionship.
Mac was divorced living in a flat by himself just on the outskirts of the town. He appeared to lead a quiet life although he had a few friends, meeting them in his local pub. He knew that I was married with no children and that my wife of seven years and I lived in a modest detached house in a cul-de-sac not far from him. Occasionally, when an attractive female co-worker would pass us in the canteen, our conversation would turn to sexual banter. He told me that he had a few girl friends but at present none of these were long lasting relationships.
Over time Mac introduced me to Penthouse magazine. He told me that he had a large collection and one day he gave me a couple of past copies in an envelope to read at home.
My wife Lisa, aged 27, was a nurse working at the local hospital. She enjoyed her job and together we earned a comfortable living. There was a mortgage on the house but the cost was easily affordable to us. We were comfortably off and enjoyed a happy lifestyle.
Lisa was the love of my life. We had married young and together we had a very happy relationship. Lisa was 5' 6'' tall, was slim, with a lovely figure, a size 34 C bust and a nice rounded bottom, which I often cupped as I walked past her. We both enjoyed our lovemaking and, although it was never particularly adventurous, it was always sufficient for me. At times I felt that Lisa would have liked to be more adventurous.
After getting back from work one day I was in the sitting room browsing through one of Mac's Penthouse magazines when Lisa, carrying a couple of glasses of wine, joined me on the sofa. "What's that you are studying so earnestly?" She asked.
"It's called Penthouse and I was given it by a friend at work." I replied.
Of course she wanted to have a look and so we were soon sitting close together flipping through the pages. There were many photos of girls being spanked and several articles on the same subject. The letters pages were particularly erotic where readers wrote about their experiences, and I felt Lisa squirm beside me as she read some of them. It wasn't long before we were both turned on and we dumped the magazine and rushed up to bed.
The next day at work Mac and I were once again having lunch together in the canteen. "How did you enjoy the magazine?" he asked me casually.
I laughed. "Well," I replied. "Lisa certainly enjoyed it," I told him.
"Lisa?"
"Yes, my wife. Lisa."
"Lovely name," he said.
"Yes, well she is rather lovely. She thought the magazine was great. It lead to a most enjoyable evening," I teased him as I smiled at him.
"Sounds fun." He smiled back.
I can not explain what it was that made me do it but out of the blue I took out my wallet and said: "Would you like to see a photo of her?"
The picture I showed was of Lisa standing in a pub garden with a drink in her hand. She was wearing a summer frock as she looked out across some fields. She had her left leg raised up to the bar on the gate, thus showing a fair amount of thigh. It was certainly not a provocative pose, but her figure was well defined by the light material of the dress. Lisa had an air of innocence and looked stunning as she gazed into the distance.
"Lovely," said Mac as he studied the photo. He asked me if I had any more photos of her. I told him that I didn't have any others on me.
"Pity," he told me.
The next day as Mac and I had our lunch I showed him another photo. This time Lisa was in a white bikini standing beside a swimming pool. It was no more revealing than most bikinis but the top gently cupped her upright and proud 34 C breasts. Her bum and pussy were modestly covered by the bottoms although the outside curve of her full bottom was visible as a result of the tight material.
"Wow." said Mac as he studied the photo. "She looks so young and innocent. What a lovely figure." He passed the photo back to me. "I would love to meet her."
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A couple of days later I was talking to Mac just outside the pub when I saw Lisa approaching us. She had just got back from work, had changed out of her nurses uniform and was now dressed in a pair of loose slacks and an open neck polo shirt; her lovely long blond hair in a pony tail. As she approached I nudged Mac. "Well, you will now meet my wife in the flesh," I told him.
Mac took one look and exclaimed, loud enough for me to hear but not loud enough for Lisa, who was still twenty feet away to hear: "Fuck in hell. What a beauty. She looks too young to be married to you, Mate."
As she got nearer he apologised to me. "Sorry mate, I didn't mean to say that about your wife."
I slapped him on the shoulder. "That's alright Mac, I happen to agree with you."
Lisa joined us. I introduced Mac and they shook hands. She told me that she had a bit of shopping to do before supper and then excused herself as she skipped down the street.
"Wow, exclaimed Mac, Your wife is lovely. So young and innocent looking." He told me.
"Come on let's get into the pub and get a beer," I told him.
That evening at home with Lisa I told her how Mac had admired her and how he had loved the photos of her, particularly the one of her in a bikini. Lisa was shocked. "How could you?" she asked. "God, you have no business showing photos of me to anyone let alone strange men."
She kissed me and asked me what he had said about the photos. I knew that deep down she was not angry. On the contrary, I felt that she was actually flattered to have been admired by him.
"He was also amused when I told him that you liked the magazines."
"Oh, no. You didn't tell him that I looked at those smutty mags did you?"
"He liked it that you were so turned on by them."
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It was two weeks before he met her again. I had told Mac that he was welcome to drop in at anytime he was passing near our home. On that particular day Lisa had got back from work, had showered and then, because she was not intending to go out again, had put on an overlarge tee shirt of mine. It was just long enough to cover her upper thighs and private parts. She didn't bother with a bra as there were just the two of us at home but she had slipped on a pair of small blue see through panties. We were curled up on the sofa watching a film on the TV when the door bell rang.
I smiled as I suggested to Lisa that she should go and answer the door, knowing full well that she would be far too embarrassed to do so. We both laughed as I went to the door leaving her on the sofa. I was surprised to see Mac standing on the door step with a large envelope in his hand.
"Oh, hi there Mac," I exclaimed.
"You said drop in any time and... well...." He paused. "I was passing," he smiled.
"Oh, well.... er...."
As he came through the door I explained that we were not expecting company so he would have to take us as he found us.
"It's not inconvenient is it?" He asked
