The weekend following the beach incident, detailed in my story 'First Clue', I was in a state of some excitement, wondering if something else was going to happen. My husband was obviously a bit more kinky than I realised, and that did make me nervous, but it had led to some fantastic sex, so I was keeping an open mind. I just couldn't help being curious about what else might turn him on.
Friday night we were both too exhausted to cook, so Rob suggested we go out for a curry, which sounded great to me. I went upstairs to change into something suitable, but couldn't decide what to wear. I wanted to give Rob a little encouragement with his exploration of his fantasy world. In the end I settled on a purple lacy thong and bra set, under a short little mauve and white cotton dress. In fact much shorter than I had worn for some years, which made me a little nervous, but also a little turned on.
"Wow! You look fantastic! Have I seen that dress before?"
"Maybe not, I've had it for years, but I had decided I was too old for it, but, after the events of last weekend, it occurred to me that you might enjoy me wearing it."
"I will, definitely, and not just me, I'm sure. Listen, it's quite early, why don't we go for a drink at the pub first?"
"I'm not sure, I dressed thinking we were just going to the restaurant, isn't this dress a bit revealing for the pub?"
"Not at all, you look great!"
"Oh, I see, you're going to get turned on by all the men ogling me, aren't you?"
"Definitely. Please!"
"Oh OK, just for a little while then."
"Thank you my love."
We went out to the car, and climbing into the passenger seat further emphasised how short the dress was. I would have to be careful in the pub car park to avoid giving another free viewing of my knickers. When we arrived at the pub there were crowds of people, mostly men, sitting and standing on the terrace, which was right next to the car park. My horny husband chose a space with my side of the car facing the terrace, so there was virtually no way I could avoid giving a free show.
"Do you have to park here?"
"Yes."
"You've chosen this spot precisely because I can't avoid flashing my knickers, haven't you?"
"Very true."
"Oh well, here goes."
I pushed open the door, and swung my legs round and got out of the car as quickly as I could manage without falling over. I may have given a very brief show, but I don't think many saw it. The walk across the car park was a different matter. I had chosen higher heels than I was used to wearing, like the dress, they were a throw back to a much younger me. I was extremely unsteady, and with every man staring at me, I was terrified of falling over onto the rough tarmac.
Finally I got to the pub door, and slipped inside. I tottered towards the bar, and, as I pushed my way through, groups of beer drinking men turned to assess my arse in the tight dress that I had stupidly chosen to wear. I got to the bar, and put my hand on the rail to steady myself. It was sticky from the spilt beer, but I hung on tightly, waiting for my husband to get through the throng. I looked around and could see that quite a few men had closed in behind me, blocking Rob's pathway. They were getting very close, I could smell the beer on their breaths, plus the sweat from the physical labour that had preceded their rush to the pub. I was nervous, but also very excited. This situation echoed my own fantasies of being taken roughly by a group of muscular workmen, and the possibilities were boiling around in my head.
At the back of the crowd Rob made a push to get through, and he succeeded, however, his push meant that a couple of the men closest to me were shoved in my direction. As they bumped in to me from two sides, they both took advantage of the moment. One grabbed my bum cheek, and the other got his hand between my legs onto my crotch. Only for a split second, but I was definitely thoroughly groped.
"Sorry love, it was your hubby's fault, pushing the back like that," said crotch groper.
"Why don't we buy you a drink to apologise?" suggested bum squeezer.
"OK, I'll have a glass of champagne, thanks, Moet preferably, and my husband will have a large malt whisky, Talisker."
"Shit, you've got expensive tastes, both of you!"
"Well, it'll perhaps teach you to keep your hands to yourselves."
At that point my husband finally arrived at the bar, looking dishevelled and frustrated.
"These gentlemen are buying us both a drink."
"That's very nice, but why?"
"Because, when push comes to shove, they turned out not to be gentlemen after all."
"Come on love, it was just an accident," Crotchgroper protested.
"No it wasn't, you groped my crotch, and your friend squeezed my bum. It was deliberate and now you're paying for your bit of pleasure."
The atmosphere among the four of us turned electric. The two guys were clearly wondering whether my husband would turn nasty. Meanwhile, my hand was massaging hubby's cock through his trousers and it was rock hard. He was clearly loving every moment of this game.
"I'm sure there isn't a problem, you've both apologised and bought us a drink each, so we'll say no more about it," my husband said, defusing the situation.
"OK, good, you really have a gorgeous wife by the way," crotch groper informed my husband.
"So, gorgeous, in fact, that when you get tired of hubby here, just let me know, I'm sure I can find room in my bed for you." Bum squeezer added.
"In your dreams letch!" I answered, "Rob, I've finished my drink, shall we go?"
"Oh, right, yes of course."
We pushed our way back through the crowd, with several more hands fondling my bum as we passed. I should have hated it, but, in fact, I adored the attention, my panties were getting decidedly moist. Obviously I couldn't tell my husband the truth.
"Well, I hope you enjoyed all that," I rounded on him as we walked towards the restaurant, "getting me groped by all those smelly disgusting men!"
"It wasn't my fault my love."
"Of course it was your fault! You suggested the pub in the first place!"
"Sorry."
I walked to the curry house in silence, making him suffer. There was no way I would admit to him how much fun I'd had.
Once in the restaurant we chose a table against the wall, and sat with both our backs to the wall. We often do that, so we can both view the activity in the restaurant. After a few minutes I felt Rob's left hand on my right leg, just below the hem of my dress. It started to slide up the inside of my thigh, heading towards my pussy. I was excited, but also panicking slightly, as he would surely notice that my panties were soaking wet. His hand stroked gently up and down the inside of my thigh, working inexorably nearer to my hot, wet, steamy pussy. I could smell my own arousal.
I clamped my knees together to stop him getting any nearer to my fetid vagina, and he reluctantly withdrew his hand.
I placed my hand on his crotch and discovered a rampant erection, which gave me goose bumps all over.
"Someone's been turned on by all the attention I got in the pub."
"Apart from you, you mean?"
"Well, I..."
"Admit it, you loved it!"
"Well, sort of."
"Open your legs and let me touch you, so I can find out."
"Do I have to?"
"Yes, you do!"
So I bowed to the inevitable, and parted my knees slightly. Rob's hand started moving up the inside of my thigh again, and in no time it arrived at the confluence of my thighs. I was so aroused, and his touch felt incredible. He leaned towards me and kissed my cheek.
"You're soaking wet."
"Am I?"
