It was a cold evening in October, but my slut wife Linsey still dressed in a buttoned up dress, suspenders, stockings and a quarter cup bra that allowed her nipples to poke over the top.
"Ready stud?" she teased as she slipped on her coat.
I played out our fantasies most weeks, knowing she would do anything in the world to excite me providing she was supplied with as much cock as she wanted.
My cock was always her first choice, but we agreed early in out relationship just after getting married that if i couldn't fuck her or wouldn't fuck her, she would get cock else where.
We drove to the country pub around 20 miles from our home and found a table in the corner. This pub was always full in the summer, but as the months got colder and the nights darker, less people travelled to the country and it became a cosy pub, with a huge warm fire and a few people, mainly men drinking alone.
I fetched us some drinks and we looked around and chatted to each other.
There were about 8 people in the pub, all men other than Linsey.
When she was warm, she removed her coat and walked to the ladies room. On returning she asked.
"Well?"
"You had a few stares." I said.
"But the old guy two tables from us never took his eyes off you." I added.
"Get another drink and ask him over." Linsey suggested.
15 minutes later, the three of us sat around the table. Linsey had her chair against the wall facing the bar, but her view was blocked by our new friend who sat opposite her. I was sat to the side, effectively between them.
"Come here a lot?" I asked Ken.
"Its my local." he said.
"It drink here or TV on my own, since I lost my wife." he added.
"Oh I am sorry to hear that." Linsey said picking up on the story.
"Yes, three years now and no woman at all." Ken mumbled.
"I bet you miss her?" I added quickly.
"Yes, very much." Ken added
"Including all the extras of being married to a sexy wife."
"Looking at your wife, I suspect you would be the same."
"I would be lost." I said
"I think I would need to wank most days." I added.
We all laughed.
"Seriously." Linsey said.
"How do you keep your thing under control?"
"Its not a thing darling, its a cock and a big one at that. All I can do is watch films and pretend its by wife rubbing it and not me." Ken answered.
"She would always turn me on, wear sexy clothes and play with toys." Ken added.
"Like Linsey." I said.
Ken looked at me and I said.
"Show him Linsey, make his day for him."
Linsey reached down and undid two and then a third button on her dress, starting at the bottom. This allowed her to open her legs and slide her long dress apart and up her legs.
Hidden from everyone else by the table and by Ken, soon her stockings and suspenders came into view, followed by her trimmed but hairy pussy. She then reached down and parted her lips with her hand and rubbed her clit before pushing a finger into her pussy.
