ERIC MEETS BILL AND LISA
"Do you think he'll come?" my wife asked nervously.
"He'll come... and come... and come," I teased.
"Hmm, delicious," she moaned, teasing me. She was wearing the see-through red top both Eric and I love... the one that reveals her perfect breasts for all the world to see, even though at the moment her white blazer was covering most of her exposed breasts.
"Ready to order?" a young waiter asked, trying his best not to stare at my Lisa's gorgeous breasts.
"We'll have two Glenlivets, on the rocks, with twists," I said, enjoying how his gaze kept darting toward Lisa's breasts. She noticed the pride on my face, and casually leaned back in the dark booth, allowing more of her tits to be seen by the poor waiter. When he looked up from pouring water for us his eyes opened wider, and he grinned at me without saying anything.
"I think he likes you," I grinned after he left.
"Hmm, baby... you love showing me off, don't you," Lisa purred, stretching, bringing her arms above her head, opening her blazer wider, letting me, and a few other patrons sitting at the bar see her perfectly formed breasts. The thin lacy red top only enhances them, almost making them sexier than they are naked, and I loved her showing them off to the other men watching us.
"You have an audience," I whispered, leaning over to kiss her neck, my hand reaching out to squeeze one of her tits.
"Hmm, I do?" she moaned, oblivious as always to the constant stares she continually receives from horny men who see her when we're out in public. It's amazing how she really doesn't seem to even notice their hungry looks... their craving for her. God she's wonderful.... Her natural sexuality, her sensuality, just exudes from her without pretense, without her even trying to be sexy. And yet she is the sexiest woman I've ever known. Just as she was that night, dressed in her red see-through top, her white linen blazer, and her thin white skirt with the red garter belt and black stockings I insisted she wear beneath the skirt... the lacy red garter belt one can see beneath the thin material of her skirt....
When the young waiter returned with our drinks I said, "We're expecting another guy to join us. He's in his late-twenties... good looking dark haired guy... if you see him tell him Lady Lisa and Bill are waiting for him here, and let him know I booked a room here upstairs for our threesome later, okay?"
"Yeah... sure," the waiter grinned as he watched me lean into Lisa, kissing her again as I fondled her breast right in front of him. I heard her whispered, "Oh God," and knew she was getting very turned on... and very wet.
When Eric arrived Lisa was ready for him. He grinned when he saw us, and slid into the booth on the other side of my wife. The waiter reappeared, and Eric ordered a beer.
"My mouth is dry... I'm thirsty," he said, smiling at Lisa.
"Well I know where you'll find some very tasty juices to drink," I said, reaching beneath the table to lift Lisa's skirt up to her waist. "Feel under here and you'll see what I mean," I suggested.
"Oh God," Lisa moaned again as she allowed me to part her legs. Eric stopped smiling, and moved closer to her, sliding his hand up her thigh. When I felt his fingers brush against mine I moved my hand and let him touch her... my wife's wet, juicy, fragrant, naked cunt.
"Ohhh God, I think I'm coming already!" Lisa moaned, her body jerking slightly as the sensations of what we were doing suddenly slammed into her.... Just as I had done to her on the beach when those teenage girls were watching, she was now once again getting fingered in public, only this time her audience was a few dirty old business men like Eric and me and one very turned-on waiter.
"Hmm, yes, baby, let him touch it.... Can you feel her wetness, Eric?" I asked, my cock growing in my trousers.
"God yes... she's drenched already!" Eric exclaimed, amazed... delighted.
"Now sniff your fingers... then wipe them on her lips, or let her suck them," I said, my cock beginning to leak now.
Eric did as I'd suggested, removing his wet fingers from Lisa's pussy. He brought then to his nose and sniffed, and as I had anticipated, his nostrils flared from the heady scent of my love's cunt.
"Sorry, buddy, but I have to do this first," he said, slipping the oily fingers into his mouth, licking and sucking them just as the waiter returned with his beer. The poor guy was having trouble concentrating on pouring the beer into the frosted mug, not sure where to watch... Eric... Lisa's tits... or the glass. Then Eric reached beneath the table again, sliding into Lisa's cunt again right there in front of the startled and delighted waiter. Bringing his fingers out, slippery, juicy, wet, glistening... he held them up to the poor guy and said, "Sniff this, my man. Is that not the most incredibly sexy scent you've ever sniffed?"
The waiter, unable to help himself, inhaled deeply while staring at Lisa. I had moved her blazer out of the way and she was leaning back in the booth, her breasts totally on display for the waiter now.
"God!" he moaned.
I laughed at his discomfort. "Too bad you're working," I said. "You could join us. Couldn't he, baby?" I asked Lisa.
"Oh fuck," she moaned, feeling my fingers encircling her nipple, tweaking it, then cupping her breast, showing it to the waiter.
"She loves cum showers," I added as the poor guy turned to leave. He stopped, turned, looked back at me in amazement, and then at Lisa.
"He's right. I do," she said seductively.
The waiter shivered, grinned at us, then left. I suggested we finish our drinks in a hurry and get to the room, but since Eric had only just arrived it took him a while to consume his beer. I signaled for the check, and gave the waiter a $20, forcing him to return with some change. When he did I had my hand inside Lisa's blouse, cupping and fondling her left breast while Eric was doing the same to her right one. She loved it. It was so slutty... right there in the booth with others watching us.... So bold, brazen.... just the way we love it.
After I left the waiter a nice tip, the three of us got up to leave. I asked Lisa to remove her blazer for the long walk through the bar and out into the lobby, toward the elevators.
"Oh God," she moaned again, but allowed me to help her off with her blazer, her lovely tits totally on display.
As we passed by the men who had been watching us I smiled and said, "Is she hot or what?"
"You lucky fuckers," one of them said, and I grinned with pride. If only they knew HOW lucky!
When we walked to the elevator a few men stopped and stared at Lisa... at her magnificent breasts. Finally she seemed to notice their attention, and it seemed to please her.
We got into the elevator with two other men, both of whom were staring at us, or rather at Lisa. I moved behind her and hugged her, cupping her breasts as they watched. "Oh God," she moaned again as I ran my hands over her breasts, then slipped them up under her blouse, cupping them, feeling her smooth, naked flesh as she leaned back against me, staring at the men staring at her.
"Jesus, buddy, can't you wait until you get her to the room?" one of the men smirked.
"Why should he?" Lisa moaned, leaning back against me, then reaching down for Eric's cock, squeezing it as the startled men looked on.
