This story really started nearly two years ago when I was invited round for dinner, as divorced men sometimes are by their more charitable married friends; in this case it was by George and Lucy. George had been a friend since my college days and that's a good twelve years ago, and Lucy from when she got together with George not long after. I enjoyed eating with them, if only because I fancied Lucy and it gave me the chance to gaze at her through the lust tinted spectacles that I reserved for women as elegantly erotic as she. I'd never fancied her in a romantic way, but in the sexual sense I'd lusted after her for years, even when I was married. In fact doing it with Lucy had always been my dream and it was such a damn shame that she had always been out of bounds.
Anyway, it was getting on towards the end of the evening when we'd all had a bit to drink that the chat began to get a bit racy, eventually reaching the point where we began discussing each other's bedroom preferences. But it soon became pretty clear that George was not at all happy about the direction of the conversation, especially when it came to divulging their marital secrets, and it came to a head when Lucy asked me if there was anything I fantasised about doing but had never done. I told her truthfully that, among other things, I'd always wanted to watch a woman masturbate. I don't know why, but just the thought of seeing a woman bring herself off gives me an instant hard on.
'Do you know what I'd like?' She giggled.
'I don't think we need to know.' George butted in, presumably having a good idea what she would say and trying hard to silence his tipsy wife. But Lucy either wasn't listening or didn't care.
'I'd love to do it out of doors, you know, where you might get caught by someone....'
'That's enough.' George cut in, his voice sharp and angry. Clearly anything like that was not on his agenda and any further talk of it was going to result in an almighty row.
'Yes, let's talk about something else.' I didn't want to be a witness to a quarrel; although it was a discussion I wouldn't have minded continuing. The idea of catching Lucy at it in public was very, very appealing.
The conversation moved to other, safer grounds and all thoughts of sex were forgotten, or so I thought. But then George went to the bathroom and Lucy leaned forward to whisper to me.
'George won't do it, but if anyone else wanted to have me somewhere where other people might see us, I'd let them watch me playing with myself in return.' She tipped her head to one side and looked meaningfully at me as she said it.
I was shocked, and I mean genuinely shocked. I'd always looked upon Lucy as being rather prim and proper and not at all the wanton woman she was suddenly portraying herself as, so it was a hell of a surprise to have her openly offering herself to me, and offering to let me watch her masturbate too. But I couldn't take her up on it. I mean, it was nice to know she fancied me and what she wanted me to do with her, but that didn't take the wedding ring off her finger. I couldn't do anything while she wore that, so I sat and just gaped silently at her, unable to believe what I had heard. Would I like to, too bloody right I would, I've lusted after her for years. I mean, she's a classy lady, a stylish honey blonde, slim, tall, long legged and high breasted, so why wouldn't I? But you just don't do things like that with a friend's wife, do you? I can't speak for anyone else but I feel the kind of loyalty towards my friends that stops me from making out with their partners. Eventually I stuttered an embarrassed refusal and the subject was dropped just in time for George to come back into the room. Nothing more was said that night and when my taxi arrived I was relieved to receive just the usual chaste kiss on the cheek from Lucy and a warm friendly handshake from George.
After that I felt a little reticent about calling on them again, but I thought that I couldn't let one drunken slip spoil our friendship and so a week or two later I was once again sharing their table. This time nothing untoward happened until right at the very end when Lucy was helping me on with my coat as I made to leave.
'Don't forget what I said last time.' She whispered. 'I meant it, and the offer is still open.'
'Don't be stupid.' I whispered back, reaching for the door handle as a taxi horn outside sounded at just the right moment. 'You're married.'
Her repeat offer bothered me a lot. She was sober that time, and much as I might fancy Lucy and much as I might want to watch a woman at play, I still couldn't bring myself to help her cheat on her husband. So the next time I was asked to dinner I found an excuse to turn it down, and the time after that, and the time after that too, until finally the invites stopped coming and George and Lucy were relegated to my Christmas card list. It was a shame that such good friends had to be put on the back burner, so to speak, but if Lucy kept offering herself then there was every chance that one day I would say yes, and for the sake of my long-time friendship with George I couldn't risk that.
As time went on I did sometimes wonder if I'd made the right decision, I missed their company and I still fancied the pants off of Lucy. The vision of her with her legs apart and her hand strumming merrily became a recurring wet dream for me. I wanted to see it so bad and I was so tempted. I mean, George didn't have to know and I was sure we could have found a way to meet discreetly. But my conscience simply wouldn't let me.
So that was the way things stood until just recently when I heard on the grapevine that George and Lucy had split up. I promptly imagined with some relief that someone else must have been caught with her rather than me, but then the grapevine soon corrected me. It wasn't Lucy who had cheated, it was George. It seems that he had left her to move in with another woman, one that he'd been having an affair with for several years. I must admit that I was absolutely dumbfounded and inexplicably furious at what I somehow saw as his betrayal of our friendship. How could he do that when I'd been so careful not to get involved with his stunning wife? I silently begged Lucy's forgiveness for jumping to the wrong conclusion. I figured I ought to ring her with my sympathies, but somehow my now guilty conscience never let me get around to it, until matters were taken out of my hand when late one evening my phone rang unexpectedly.
'Hello Adam.' She said. 'I was just thinking about you and realised that it was ages since we talked.'
'That's nice.' I answered cautiously. 'That you were thinking about me.' I added quickly.
'I often think about you.'
'And me about you.' I didn't tell her that it was mostly her body I thought about.
'I just thought it would be nice to call and have a chat again.'
'That's nice.' I told her again, wondering why I hadn't done it first. 'It's good to hear from you too.'
'I guess you've heard about George and me?' Her voice was actually sounding a little bit odd, but I put that down to embarrassment.
'Yes, I was sorry to hear about that.' I told her truthfully. 'And shocked. I thought he was devoted to you.'
'It came as something of a surprise to me too.' She gave a quick short bark of a laugh. 'But I bet you thought it was me who had been playing away didn't you, especially after the way I behaved?' She asked it as a question but before I could answer she went on bitterly. 'I wouldn't have blamed you. But at least now I know why George was so reluctant between the sheets, he was doing it with that slut.'
So maybe not getting enough at home was why she had been coming on to me, but I refrained from pointing out that if I'd taken her up on her offer she'd have become a slut herself.
'I wouldn't have thought it of him.' I sympathised instead.
'Nor me.'
There was a difficult silence when neither of us knew quite what to say and all I could hear was her breathing, but then she suddenly announced. 'But now I'm going to make up for what I've missed. Wouldn't you?'
In her position I probably would. 'I can't blame you for that.' I told her.
There was another silence and then; 'Do you remember what I said to you when George was in the bathroom?'
'Yes, of course.' Was I ever likely to forget?
'Were you tempted?'Her voice was taking on a lovely husky note.
I was beginning to suspect where the conversation might be headed and my heart began to beat a little faster. Circumstances had changed. 'Of course I was.'
'You wouldn't mind if somebody saw us?'
'Would you like them to?' I turned it back on her.
'I'd have loved it, I still would.' She admitted. 'Come on Adam, you must have guessed I was looking to experiment. Sex with George had become intermittent and boring, although I didn't know why then. I wanted to explore things and I bet you'd have enjoyed exploring them with me.' That breathy voice sounded wonderful.
'Yes, I would.' I admitted. I could hardly deny it with my cock starting to swell in my jeans. 'So tell me what you had in mind?'
'It'll sound weird.' She sounded increasingly breathless, and I wondered if it perhaps came from the excitement of admitting to a fantasy. 'If I tell you what I really want.'
'What sort of weird, what would you like to happen?'
'I'm not sure.' She said, her voice sounding more and more excited as talking about it turned her on. 'I don't want to just do it in front of people. I want to be taken somewhere where there's a risk that someone might come along and catch us. And then if they did then I'd want my partner to refuse to stop, so that I'd have to let people see me having sex.'
Yes, it did sound weird, but exhilarating too.
'George would never risk anything like that. He wouldn't to try anything out of the ordinary.' She stopped for a moment as if uncertain how she should continue. 'Can you do it? Can you push my boundaries like that?'
She paused, but them she went on before I'd had the chance to formulate a reply. 'If you can then I'll let you see me play with myself, I'd love to bring myself off in front of you. Can you? Will you?'
She was really laying it out for me this time, promising me everything I ever dreamed of so long as I fucked her in public. I found it hard to believe that such a sophisticated woman could be so exhibitionistic. But what did I care, I was being given the chance to experiment with her. Could I do it? Of course I could. I'm not an outright exhibitionist, but I'm not shy either, so yes, I could do it. In fact just thinking about it was making things swell in the pants department. If I'd been in public just then I could have been very embarrassed. I was becoming more and more turned on.
'God, I must sound so naughty, and I know I could be very naughty with you. I'd try anything naughty with you, even things that are a bit way out.'
'I wouldn't mind you being naughty.' I told her, hearing in her words the stimulating effect that her own conversation was having on her. 'Because I can be too.'
'I'm being really naughty right now.' Her voice sounded a little odd now, sort of nervous as well as very excited.
'Are you?' I asked innocently. 'In what way?'
