Helen and Tim had been married for several years and now had two young children. The adventurous sex lives of their youth had like many couples turned mundane, lacking time and energy for consummating desires; just rarely did they explore fantasies or share erotic stories, pictures and pornography. Tim was no longer of slender build but remained moderately fit. Helen had filled her curves out with the birth of the children, her breasts being larger than when she had met Tim. Helen still had long light brown hair with coppery highlights and her deep brown eyes still sparkled wickedly. Her attraction had not been lost on Tim, though she rarely thought of herself as sexy and even more rarely dressed provocatively, preferring casual joggers, jeans and tops that were good for everyday tasks of motherhood.
Money being tight Helen took a part time job in a local pub, and soon became aware that many of the men in the pub showed interest in her. Men from 20 to 60 would chat to her as she served, some would try banter, others flattery, some would be outright suggestive. Her confidence was soon bolstered by the attention and she quickly became familiar with several of the regulars. The interest reawakened her sexuality and encouraged her to put more effort in to her appearance. Soon she was wearing more provocative clothing, tighter shorter skirts, low cut tops and thin blouses, and she even began buying and wearing matching lingerie again. Tim was delighted with this change and told her how much he loved to see her like this, saying it was just a shame she always wore it when going to work, and was often tired when she returned after the pub closed. She teased him that it seemed that every man in a pub had to try and chat up the barmaid, and she was tired from all the times she had to fight the men off. When she returned from work not too tired she and Tim would explore their desires, revelling in this sexual reawakening. Sometimes she would return in an obviously aroused state, and Tim soon learned this was due to some attempt by customers to chat her up or some suggestive and saucy banter. Helen would tell Tim all about it as he stripped and pleasured her with his mouth and fingers, or took her swiftly. From the tales and suggestive stories that Helen told it became clear that she had several favourites among her regulars and that one or two obviously turned her on.
One evening Helen walked in just after midnight, her eyes sparkling and Tim looked up from where he sat on the couch, it was clear that tonight would be passionate. She removed her small jacket and stood there, legs slightly apart, one foot turned out and a hip pushed gently out above the other foot. She wore a short tight dark skirt; fine meshed stockings covered her legs, black 3" heel shoes and a dark blue thin blouse with the buttons open down to the level of her bra. Though he had not seen her dress he knew the bra was black and underwired with a lace edge, as he could see it's edge and the blouse was just sheer enough to see the bra beneath. It pushed her breasts up and together to create a generous cleavage. Even from where he sat he could tell that her nipples where standing proud, and as it was nearly summer and the night was warm it wasn't due to a chill. The skirt was one of Tim's favourites as it pulled tight across Helen's curvaceous backside, short enough that when she wore stockings with it she wore hold ups, even if using suspenders as the non-elastic tops would slip and show unless she constantly rearranged them. Looking at the skirt drawn tight against her hips Tim could make out the tell-tale bump of the suspender catch. Tim grinned, he knew the underwear set was new and consisted of bra, suspender belt and thong and he had yet to see Helen wear it.
"You'll like this story," Helen began, "Taf and one of his mates was in the bar this evening and being his usual rude self."
"Taf is the short, dark-haired welsh squaddie with the nice smile, is that right?" Tim replied, knowing full well it was. Taf had featured in several stories of late and Helen's description left no doubt in Tim's mind that Helen found him attractive. "The one that last week said he could treat you like a dog and you would enjoy it, as he would take you in the back yard and make you come." Tim smiled it was a crude but amusing chat up line and from the way Helen had laughed telling him, it had been delivered with roguish charm.
"Like I said 'rude', but fun," she continued. "Well tonight he made some comments about my bra and that he had never seen my tits so close up, and wanted to know if that was where I was keeping the change. That sort of thing."
She paused and Tim interrupted, "I'm surprised you didn't play up to that one?"
Helen blushed a little, "Well, I did let him stick his folded tenner in my cleavage when he bought me a drink. Anyway, he carried on about my underwear, he bet I was wearing stockings and suspenders and then asked if I was wearing a thong. I told him it was for me to know and him to find out, so I suppose it's partly my fault that it set the tone for the evening."
"Sit down, do want me to get you a drink or anything?" Tim asked, making to move.
"Stay there!" Helen ordered, "I have to tell you the story like this." Tim looked puzzled as Helen continued. "The pub was pretty quiet, just a couple of people at tables and Taf, his mate and Frank at the bar." Frank was another regular that Helen talked about and quite often bantered suggestively with her. "So what my underwear was like, was the main topic of conversation, they were making bets on its colour and whether it matched and then started asking me to show them to settle the argument. Well I told them they wouldn't find out."
" I should think so as I haven't seen you in it yet!" said Tim in mock horror, "Though when we were at college you would probably have flashed them if they got you turned on, and from what you say, you must like Taf and Frank. So what was the other guy like?"
"Him?" Helen mused, "Tall muscular and good looking, but he was blond." Tim laughed; Helen had never really gone for blond men. "Lucky for me you didn't fancy him too." He teased.
"Anyway," Helen continued, "I called last orders and as I was getting them their drinks I had to reach to the bottom shelf of the fridge to get a bottle, so as I turned round and bent down this happened!" She turned and bending straight over from the waist with her legs just a little apart she demonstrated her actions. Tim looked, surprise and then laughter, loud and raucous. Her tight black skirt had a very short slit on the seam at the back. Except now it didn't, the seam had split all the way to the top of her backside revealing her backside and thin lacy strip of her thong. "You could have told me it was too tight!" she admonished Tim.
"I'm sorry love, but I like it!" Tim enthused, standing and moving to her, she remained bent over, looking back towards him. "What did you do?"
"They liked it too, so I told Taf he had won the bet and didn't rush getting the bottle!" Helen giggled. "How much can you see?" she queried guiltily.
"Well that thong doesn't cover much and is pretty see through anyway." Tim's hands pushed the skirt to the side and curved round her buttocks, Helen shivered at his touch. He moved the thong to one side with his right hand and gently rubbed Helen's slit, finding it already moist. With his left hand he undid his jeans and pushed his already erect penis against Helen's backside. Helen reached quickly between her legs and grasped his hard rod to guide it to her hole. She was already breathing hard and groaned heavily as he pushed his rigid member in to her. Rocking hard together the sex was rough and urgent; Helen braced her arms against an armchair in front and spread her legs, pushing back hard towards Tim. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she demanded, "Oh yes! This was what I needed when it happened!" Helen exclaimed. The mental image she conjured for Tim of her stood behind the bar with some stranger ramming her from behind, while others watched added to his excitement, and he rammed her harder and faster. "Randy bitch!" he panted. Helen reached down and grabbed his balls, squeezing and rolling them gently, "Like that thought, do you baby?" she whimpered as they both rushed towards orgasm.
As they lay half-dressed and gently fondling and kissing on the couch some minutes later they talked of the times that Helen had been shared with their friend Craig before they married. Since then they had kept their fantasies and adventures between themselves, they had talked of threesomes, swapping and orgies but never done anything about it. Having kids had all but halted their sex life and they had less freedom to explore fantasies. Helen admitted that she was turned on by the thought of having sex with Taf, and maybe even Frank. Though the fantasies they discussed would be unlikely to happen. The conversation soon had them both turned on again and they moved to the bedroom to enjoy each other more slowly and gently before falling asleep.
Over the next couple of weeks the subject arose a few times and always resulted in them making love passionately. Sometimes Helen would be a little late if the pub had a lock-in with a few regulars buying drinks, and Taf or Frank would sometimes walk her the 10 minute walk home, but they never came in for Tim to meet. Helen and Tim had skirted the subject of letting one of them come back and then creating a situation that would lead to her being fucked by both men. However, the young children being upstairs in bed, and potentially interrupting anything put them off. Also, they didn't want gossip to spread around the pub that Tim would let people fuck Helen, in case it caused problems. Sometimes Helen would drive to the pub if it rained, or sometimes if she was just a little late getting ready. It was on one such night that Helen came back later than Tim expected, just as he was getting concerned, an hour after the pub should have closed. She explained that there had been a short lock-in and Taf had stayed, being a bit down as he was soon to be posted elsewhere. She offered him a lift back to his barracks, which had taken longer than expected.
