The next two weeks passed quickly as I was so busy at work I didn't have much time to think about my upcoming threesome. Neither my wife nor I mentioned that evening, and neither had we spoken to Sasha or Darren since, though Sasha and I had be texting each other occasionally.
The Friday before the planned weekend I received a text from Sasha, 'Coffee tonight? S x'. I quickly hit reply, 'Sounds good, see you at 6? x'. A few minutes later my phone beeped in reply, 'See you then. S x'
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I arrived at the coffee shop just before six; Sasha wasn't there yet so I ordered two Lattes and sat down at a table in the corner. A few minutes later she arrived, wearing smart suit trousers that hugged her ass and a shirt that was struggling defiantly to hold in her large rack. She saw me and smiled, walked over and to my surprise kissed me full on the lips before sitting down opposite.
"How are you?" She asked.
"Uh, not too bad thanks, glad the last couple of weeks are over - work's been so busy! What about you?"
"Great thanks, are you looking forward to this weekend?" She asked, before taking a sip of her latte.
"To be honest, seeing you now is the first time I've thought about it in the last couple of weeks."
"Mmmmm, I've not stopped thinking about it for two weeks, my pussy has been soaked at the thought of your cock being back inside me."
"Oh, fuck." I moaned, my cock twitching slightly.
"Anyway, I asked you here because I wanted to talk about you wife and my husband."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, I've organised a little surprise for Darren this weekend and I wondered if you fancied teaching Ellie a lesson?" Sasha asked, a grin spreading across her face.
"What did you have in mind?" I asked, jumping slightly as I felt Sasha's foot stroke my leg under the table.
"A little humiliation?" She said, her foot sliding up my leg, "Something that teaches her not to betray our trust."
I gulped as her foot reached my crotch and started stroking my cock, "OK, but nothing too bad, let's just remind her not to break the rules."
"Of course babe." Sasha grinned, as her foot stroked my cock to life, "Do you need some help down there?"
Was she really going to make me cum in our local coffee shop? "Uh, ummm..." I stammered.
She removed her foot from my crotch before leaning in and whispering, "Let's start the weekend now, get your cock out for me..."
"I don't want to make a mess..." I told her quietly, my eyes drawn to the exposed deep valley in her open shirt.
"No mess, I promise." She grinned.
Oh fuck, had she just offered to suck my cock here? If she had I wasn't about to lose this opportunity and slowly lowered my hands, unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out, a sudden blast of air from the air-conditioner leaving me feeling very exposed. Sasha grinned and leant back in her chair again, I felt her foot slide its way up my leg tantalisingly slowly, until finally my cock jerked as her bare foot touched my bare cock.
Sasha looked around, assessing the situation as her bare foot continued to stroke up and down my shaft, being in the corner we were reasonably well sheltered, two of the three tables that surrounded us were empty; the third had a man in his early twenties, seemingly engrossed in his iPad. Sasha looked back at me, smiled, removed her foot from my crotch, and then brought her finger to her mouth in a 'shhhh' gesture.
She then, very quietly, slid off her chair, first bending down to reach her bag, then kneeling down next to it. She looked to me, I nodded in confirmation that no-one was watching and she disappeared under the table. I quickly felt her soft hands grasp my cock, gently sliding up and down the shaft before quickly being removed. Next I felt warm breath on the tip of my cock, then a tongue tentatively licking the head, before finally all eight inches were engulfed in the damp warmth of her mouth.
I suppressed a moan, but some noise must have occurred as iPad man suddenly looked up, and over at me sat at the table by myself. I held my breath as Sasha's lips obliviously continued sliding up and down my shaft, he looked away again and I could breathe once more.
My relief was short lived however, as seconds later his head snapped back towards us, his gaze obviously fixed upon Sasha under the table. A moment later he looked up at me and grinned, then mouthed "Well in mate!" before returning his attention to Sasha.
I, of course, did nothing. I sat back and enjoyed the amazing head I was being given, ensuring our voyeur, in his brief glances up at me, knew just how good a job of sucking me she was doing. She continued her merciless slurping of my cock until I was on the verge of cumming. At the point I expected her to pull away I felt her previously soft lips tighten their grip on my shaft as she continued sucking as my load gushed into her mouth, my fingers digging into the wooden table as I attempted to supress my pleasure.
I felt her lips disengage from my cock as she stepped out from under the table, as I hurriedly stuffed my cock back into my trousers. As she stood up she finally clocked our watchful neighbour, she smiled at him before obviously swallowing, then brushing the dust from her knees.
Turning to me she said quietly, but load enough for him to hear, "I need you now, I'm soaked!" Before taking my hand and pulling me up and towards the toilets behind us. We entered the toilet and she jumped on me, her tongue thrusting urgently into my mouth.
"How long was he watching us?" She asked, humping my leg with her pussy.
"Nearly the whole time." I told her.
"Oh fuck, now I'm even wetter, please do me now!" She implored.
I turned around to lock the bathroom door, typically, it was broken. "Shit, the door won't lock. What are we going to do?" I asked.
I turned around to find Sasha with her trousers around her ankles, sliding her thong down her thighs, "Give people an eyeful!" She said, now stepping out of her trousers and thong, "Now come fuck me here or I'll take you outside and jump you in the shop." She said very matter of factly.
I undid my trousers as I walked over to her, discarding them and my boxers on the floor before feeding her my cock. Her talented tongue soon had me hard again and I moved behind her, easily sliding myself home as she moaned in relief.
"Shhh." I said, but it was too late. Slowly the door opened, just a fraction, and someone squeezed inside before shutting it again.
"Sorry, do you mind if I watch again?" The man from the next table said, grinning as he looked at Sasha impaled on my cock.
"If that's what you'd prefer?" Sasha replied, quick as a flash.
"Huh?"
"Cock." She said, pointing to the obvious bulge in the front of his trousers as I continued to plough her pussy.
He still didn't get it as he looked down at his bulging trousers, and then looked back questioningly.
"Ooooh fuck, you'd prefer to watch then, oooohhh yessss, join in?" Sasha explained as she moaned.
The bloke's eyes lit up as he processed what she'd said, he fumbled with his trousers as he stepped towards Sasha, finally managing to extract his cock and feed it to her awaiting mouth, groaning as her tongue no doubt started working it's magic.
He looked back at me and I grinned at him, I wouldn't say I was shocked at Sasha's sluttiness, but I certainly hadn't expected to be spit-roasting her with a stranger in a coffee shop this evening.
"So you're OK with sharing your girlfriend?" He asked, as Sasha continued to service both our cocks.
"Oh, she's not my girlfriend." I replied.
"Don't tell me you just met her too?" He said, shocked.
"Ha, no. She's my wife's best friend!"
"Mate, you are a legend!" He grinned, before moaning as he shot his load in her mouth, falling back as his legs gave way under him.
I continued to plunder her pussy, until finally I exploded deep inside her, as she moaned in her own orgasm. After catching our breath we both started to get dressed, my cum already starting to tumble its way down her thighs as she pulled her thong on. "Is this your regular coffee shop?" She asked our voyeur.
"It is now!" He replied, grinning.
"Well maybe we'll see you again then..." She said, as we both walked out of the toilet.
We walked straight through the coffee shop and out of the door, we kissed goodbye when we came to the junction. "See you tomorrow morning, stud!" Sasha grinned.
"Can't wait you evil, slutty, temptress!" I replied, giving her one last kiss before I turned to walk away - this weekend was certainly going to be interesting.
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Sasha looked down at her husband lying on the bed, naked, his feet already tied to the bottom of the bed. She grinned as she thought about the payback she'd arranged for him this weekend. She clicked the handcuff onto his right hand, feeding the spare cuff around the bars in the headboard before clicking it onto his left hand as she whispered "Enjoy you bastard."
Finally she checked the webcam was working - she didn't want to lose the evidence! Before finally gently shutting the bedroom door, smiling to herself as the first part of her revenge plan was in place.
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I had just got back from dropping our son off with his grandparents when the doorbell went. I went and opened the door and was rewarded with a kiss as Sasha made her way in, pulling her wheelie case behind her. "Did Darren not drop you off?" I asked.
"Nah, he was tied up with something." She said, with a smirk. She was wearing high heel boots that stopped on her thighs, a really short skirt that barely covered her ass and a cross-over top that pushed her boobs together, and judging by her protruding nipples she wasn't wearing a bra - in short, she looked absolutely smoking hot.
"I hope you've recovered from yesterday?" She asked as she sidled up to me, her hand massaging my cock through my jeans.
"Would I dare disappoint you?" I asked.
"I hope not!" She said, as she took my hand and placed it under her skirt, on her bare and already wet pussy, "Where's Ellie?"
"Upstairs, just finishing getting ready." I told her, as I slipped a finger between her lips and up her sodden channel.
"Mmmm, naughty boy..." She moaned, as we heard footsteps on the stairs.
I withdrew my finger from Sasha's slit as my wife came down the stairs, she was wearing high heels and her legs as she descended made me stop and stare. She was also wearing a short skirt that barely covered her ass and a tight shirt, complete with straining buttons and plenty of cleavage.
"Wow!" I said.
