Viv Windsor walked briskly into the Woolpack; her nylon stockings cracking as one leg stroked the other. Her blouse was unbuttoned to the base of her fine cleavage and was tucked into the tight waistband of her black pencil skirt. Her red high-heeled shoes clicked sexily as she strode towards the bar.
"Give me a large G & T Bernice," said Viv angrily.
"What's up Viv, have you and Bob fallen out?" asked Bernice.
Unaware of the others sitting at tables Viv reached into her bag and pulled out a copy of "Fiesta Readers Wives" magazine. "Look what that bastard has done," she said opening the magazine to a well-thumbed page.
Bernice looked and was shocked to see some extremely explicit photographs of Viv wearing a red lace basque and a pair of hold up stockings. As the series of photos went on they became more and more provocative. In some Viv was squeezing her ample tits and thrusting them towards the camera whilst licking her lips lasciviously. In others she even had her basque completely removed and had held open her hairy black bush.
Bernice became rather hot and felt a bead of sweat trickle from her neck under the front of her T-shirt and coolly dripped off the side of her own pert left breast.
"I …. I think you look very beautiful Viv," said Bernice.
"Thank you Bernice but that's not the point. That bastard Bob took photos of me for the lovely legs competition and the rest of the photos he took were supposed to be for his own private use when he was travelling round the country"
Viv hadn't seen Angie and her daughter Ollie walk up behind her together with her son Scott.
"Wow mum" said Scott "I didn't know you had it in you. They're fantastic pics."
"Oh Shit Scott" said Viv as she quickly put the magazine back into her bag "You shouldn't have seen those."
"Neither should we, but we did" smirked Angie to Ollie.
"Oh Christ how embarrassing" said Viv as her face glowed bright red.
"Look, come through the back with your drink," said Bernice " This lot'll just keep on at you otherwise"
Bernice showed Viv into the back room where Scott joined them. He had followed them through.
"Sorry mum. I didn't mean to embarrass you through there but I really think you have a great body" said Scott.
Bernice sat down beside Viv and Scott sat opposite. Bernice was wearing a white T-shirt tucked into her wine coloured tight skirt. She wore nothing underneath as far as Scott could see. He had positioned himself in such a way he could see right up Bernice's skirt. It looked like she shaved as well because he could faintly see in the darkness a thin line between the dark shadows of her legs.
"Look Viv, some men are like that. They love to look at their own wives in these magazines and the thought of other men wanking themselves crazy whilst thinking of fucking their wives turns them on even more. Am I right Scott?" asked Bernice.
"Too right. I've wanked over loads of other guy's wives. They look much more sexy and natural than the models. And mum, don't be ashamed but when I saw your photos through there they gave me a hard-on" said Scott.
"Oh shit Scott" said Viv "You shouldnt talk to your mother like that"
"He has a point Viv. I'm afraid I have to admit to my own pussy leaking a little quim juice when I saw you naked…" Bernice leaned in towards Viv and placed her right hand on Viv's right knee…."and right now I'd love to see the photos again….or…..even…….in the flesh" as she said this she ran her hand up Viv's leg under her skirt, over her stocking top until she reached her sheer lacy g-string. Viv reacted by turning her face towards Bernice and grabbing the back of her head, pulling her mouth onto hers. Their lips met and their tongues were soon entwined as they began kissing passionately.
Scott stood up and pulled down his jeans and jockey shorts. His proud cock stood erect from his belly. He stroked it gently with his right hand as he cupped his balls in his left.
