"Are you ready?" Matt called from the living room. He'd been waiting almost an hour for Liz to emerge from the bedroom.
When she finally appeared in the doorway, Matt's mouth fell open. With one hand placed on the door frame above her head and the other on her hip, she leaned against the doorframe with her legs slightly parted with one knee bent.
"Wow," Matt said as he looked at his wife dressed in her new outfit.
Her hard nipples were visibly pressing into the white silk of her top, and her long sinuous legs framed beautifully by the short black skirt that came down to just a few inches below her crotch. And those shoes, totally worth every penny. All in all, she looked sluty, sexy. The perfect slut wife outfit.
"Are you wearing panties?"
"Of course not." Liz lifted the front of her skirt to prove the point, showing him her smoothly shaved pussy.
Pulling on a small leather jacket, Liz asked, "Are you ready?"
Matt once again looked at his wife. The leather jacket just about covered her exposed tits. She had left it open, so when she turned towards him, he got another glimpse at her tits for just a second before the jacket settled back in place.
"I could throw you on the sofa and fuck you right now," Matt told her as she checked herself one last time in the mirror.
"Well, you'll just have to wait your turn, won't you," Liz teased him.
They drove the short journey to the bar in silence, both lost in their thoughts. They had already laid out a strategy for the night ahead whereby Matt would take her into the bar, have one drink with her and then leave.
As they pulled up outside, Liz asked, "Are you sure you want to go through with this? This is your last chance to change your mind."
Matt turned in his seat, taking her hand," I've never been more excited in my life. As long as you're ok with this, then so am I."
"Ok, but remember if either of us wants to stop at any time we do," Liz said, leaning forward, kissing him on the lips, then opened her door.
Liz entered the bar first, closely followed by Matt. Several heads turned to look at Liz as she walked confidently towards the bar. And who could blame them? With her long shapely legs showing up to just below her ass cheeks and her jacket left open, leaving the sides resting against her tits, revealing a large portion of flesh down the centre of her body, leaving no doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra.
Matt looked around the bar as Liz perched herself onto a bar stall. It was still quite early, so the bar wasn't very busy yet, meaning that anyone still watching her had a great view as she turned towards the bar at a forty-five-degree angle crossing her legs, revealing her thigh all the way up to just below her ass cheek. From the angle she sat, they could also see the inside of her tit, the leather jacket only just hiding her nipple.
Matt joined her at the bar, ordered a drink for them both, which he drank down quickly. They spent the next half an hour chatting quietly before Matt said," Last chance to back out," as he stood to leave.
"I'll see you when I get home," Liz kissed him on the cheek before turning back to the bar ordering another drink.
Liz felt a pang of guilt as she watched Matt leave the bar.
I'm a married woman for fuck's sake.
Even though this whole thing was Matt's idea, and she was a very willing participant, she still felt a little guilty. Married couples were supposed to be monogamous, weren't they? They were both consenting adults, so why feel guilty about something they had both agreed to?
Why do I still feel like I'm doing something wrong?
Liz sat alone for a while, concluding that it was a societal thing. Society dictated that married couples weren't supposed to experiment and live out their fantasies, especially if they involved other people. But why not? Was it because society indoctrinated people into the idea that having more than one sexual partner at a time was somehow wrong, dirty, to be avoided? This made no sense to her. If everyone involved consented and was open and honest about what they were doing, what was there to feel guilty about? What was wrong with having sex just for fun? Why did it have to be anything other than what was intended? A night of heated passion and pleasure for everyone concerned.
Liz surveyed the room, putting these thoughts out of her mind, her eyes falling on a familiar face.
It wasn't until about four hours later, that Matt heard the taxi pull up outside, then loud voices as they approached the front door. His stomach lurched as he heard Liz's laughter closely followed by two male voices.
Christ, she's picked up more than one! Fucking hell.
Matt hadn't imagined that she would return with more than one man, especially as this would be their first time sharing.
He stood as Liz opened the living room door, looking slightly dishevelled, her silk blouse partially pulled out of her skirt, her hair looking a little messed up. She smiled, then ran across the room, wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him hard on the lips. Although obviously drunk, she still seemed to be in complete control of her faculties. Liz had always been able to handle her drink.
"You remember Craig, don't you? This is his work colleague Ian." Liz said, turning to the two men standing in the doorway.
"Of course," Matt said, a little surprised to see the Gasman once again. Regaining his composure, he walked over to Craig shaking his hand, then Ian's, who appeared to be about the same age as Craig, although a little shorter and not quite as well built.
"Go get them a beer," Liz told Matt, immediately taking control of the situation.
Both men smiled as he passed by on his way to the kitchen; he heard the stereo come on as he retrieved four cold beers from the back of the fridge, quickly returning to the living room handing the bottles to the two men, then one to Liz.
"They both know why they are here, so sit down and enjoy the show," Liz commanded, pointing to the sofa.
Happy to let her take charge, Matt dutifully sat down, his cock hardening, finding that having her dominate him in front of these two men excited him.
Liz took one swig from her beer before placing it on the floor beside the TV. As she bent forward, her skirt rose up over her ass cheeks, giving all three men a glimpse of her wet pussy lips for just a second. When she stood back up, Liz began swaying to the music, all the while keeping her back to them as she removed her leather jacket.
