Saturday night had come round and Linda was ready to go out. It felt a little odd going to the local pub without her husband Barry but she was excited thinking what the night would bring.
Barry had phoned her earlier and she had shocked him by telling him all about the milkman. When she got to the part where she invited him back in the afternoon Barry's heart almost gave way.
'Did he take up your offer?' Barry had asked breathlessly.
'Of course he did!' Linda replied.
She went through the story of how she had dressed intentionally to thrill, with a see-through blouse and an impossibly short tight skirt that only came an inch past her crotch, an outfit no longer fit for stepping outside in. She mentioned to her husband how the milkman was hard as soon as he walked through the door, and how she sat showing her panties with thighs apart. Barry was reduced to a stutter hearing Linda describe how she lost no time taking him to the bedroom, walking ahead of him up the staircase knowing her arse crack and pussy would be on view as her panties covered hardly anything at all.
'So you gave him a good time, acting like a real slut!'
'Well, I think it's accurate to say, I'm no longer 'acting the slut wife' - I am one. The milkman will certainly think so now. Especially after I took off my panties and blouse, bent over the bed showing him my naked backside and told him I wanted fucking from behind. And that was after I undressed him while I stayed clothed and spent ages kissing and licking his naked body, including his cock and even more dirty, his anus. The thing is Barry, he's going to want to fuck me again!'
Barry was panting and his voice was shaky. 'You licked his arsehole?'
Linda spoke slowly and softly. 'Yes, Barry! I told him to bend over and spread his legs, then licked him between the legs and tried to push my tongue up his bum-hole. He loved it Barry, his big cock was like a hard log of wood. I put my hand around his waist while I tongued his hole and wanked his dick. Then, like I told you, I took off my panties and blouse and let him fuck me. I wondered if his cock was too thick to fit up my arse. Maybe another time I'll let him try.'
Stuck for words, Barry could only make strange sounds and groans.
'Have you been masturbating, while I've been telling you all about it Barry?'
Barry tried hard to find his voice.
'Yeah! Have you actually told him you want to do it again? Did you actually say you'd like to try anal sex, with him?'
'Told him not to expect it every week, but yes, I told him I like his big cock. And I did mention that I wondered if it would be too much if I let him fuck me in the arse.'
Barry now sounded emotionally wounded and jealous.
'So you intend letting him try - and if you can take it, you'll be bending over to take him up your arse on a regular basis? You haven't even done that with me more than about three times.'
'Would you have felt happier about it if we'd done it say, six times? Is that relevant? I'm being a slut wife for you - just like we planned. I'll be getting fucked again in a few hours time Barry.'
'I think you're enjoying this too much, Linda!'
'No, Barry, not too much - it can never be too much, darling! You've opened Pandora's Box, now I want more - as much as I can get!'
Barry wasn't sure if his wife meant what she said or if she was acting out the part and winding him up. Though they talked more he rang off a worried man - but was still very aroused, in fact he'd already ejaculated once but his cock was hard again.
The evening in the pub was enjoyable with Linda explaining to the female friends she was sat with that her husband was away and had arranged for a friend of his to see her home safely.
'So don't you dare start gossiping that I'm taking men home while my husband is away!'
Laughing when she said it, she thought it would be enough to stop tongues wagging, though one pointed out that a great opportunity was being wasted.
When the church clock struck eleven and her friends set off home Linda wandered over to join Danny and his two drinking pals, who looked a little merry, but not quite drunk. Danny finished his pint and excused himself, his friends fully aware of the promise made to Barry. One of the guys made a cheeky comment of how lucky he was getting to take home such a sexy looking wife whose husband was away.
'Hope you two can keep your hands off one another!' the lad said.
Linda felt that now familiar excitement, her heart fluttering, as they stepped outside. They had hardly walked fifty yards when she felt an overwhelming urge to grab her escort and push him against the wall.
'Do you remember our conversation about us fucking, no affair, no jealousy, no strings attached?'
'Yeah, of course I do.' Danny replied.
'Then go back in the pub and ask your mates if they are interested in coming round to my house for a little party after the pub.'
Linda looked intently into Danny's eyes, making sure he understood her intentions.
Danny, quite shocked and surprised, said okay, but asked her if she realised she was taking a risk. Linda answered him by smacking her lips against his kissing him and pushing her tongue into his mouth.
'I want some fun!' she whispered. 'You know what sort of fun, I mean.'
Danny went back to the pub and returned in less that five minutes.
'They like the idea - but they think it's just for more drink, a bit of music, dancing, and something to do instead of going home. That's not what you have in mind, though, is it, Linda?'
Planting another sensuous kiss on the boys lips, she let her hand stroke his cock.
'I suppose I should have asked you if they can be trusted to be discreet,' Linda said thoughtfully.
Danny thought for a minute. 'I don't think they'd want to broadcast it around the neighbourhood.
Now, as they walked on arm in arm, Linda's felt butterflies in her tummy and already was sexually aroused, her panties feeling a little damp.