Rachel and Mike had a strange married relationship. You wouldn't believe how strange. They were certainly the weirdest married couple I've ever met. And yet somehow, despite all appearances to the contrary, it seemed to work. Let me tell you something about their story and, more particularly, what happened when I met them.
To begin with, let's go back to October the ninth last year. That was when I first made friends with Mike down at the bowling alley. His team were short of a player that evening, and luckily, I was there on my own to get in a bit of practice. So they asked me to play. Well, one thing led to another and to cut a long story short we got on fairly well, so much so, that we started to meet up for the odd lunch in the City and sometimes for a drink after work. We used to talk about all sorts of things and discovered that we had lots in common including a healthy and broad minded attitude to sex. It was surprising how often our conversations seemed to drift off in that direction. Then, out of the blue, he asked me to go round to his place to have dinner with him and his wife. It was funny, but somehow, I got the feeling that I'd passed some kind of test. Anyway, I was at a loose end that weekend and was pleased to be invited. I was particularly curious to meet Mike's wife and see what she was like.
Little did I know that it would turn out to be an evening I will never forget.
I remember ringing their doorbell, holding the obligatory bottle of wine and a cheerful smile on my face. I was pleasantly surprised when a gorgeous looking girl opened the door and welcomed me in.
"Hi, I'm Rachel," she said. "You must be Adrian. Welcome to our humble abode."
She was a fairly tall, blue eyed blonde, and, I have to say, exceptionally pretty. It was a case of lust on first sight on my part. I was very impressed and not a little jealous of my host.
When she turned to lead me in, I could see she was wearing a very short denim skirt. They lived in an upstairs flat, and, as she started to climb the steep stairs in front of me, I whistled silently in appreciation as I looked up her skirt to see an outstanding pair of long shapely legs on display. The best I'd seen for quite some time.
Then at the top, just before the landing she seemed to stumble and fall forward. Accidental? Or contrived? I still can't decide. Anyway, my eyes nearly popped out as her bum was pushed up and out. Everything was on show for me including the briefest of pink panties covering her pussy. I was stunned.
That view was still seared across my brain when she showed me in to where Mike was sitting. I remember being a little flustered, but, Rachel didn't seem bothered in the slightest.
Well, Mike and I talked for a while as Rachel went to get changed. Ten minutes later I got another shock. She re-appeared wearing a short white top and an almost non existing skirt. On top of this was a brief mini-apron. She was also wearing a pair of white stockings which finished just a few inches above her knees. That meant that there was a lot of quality flesh on display, both above and below her minuscule skirt. The outfit, (such as it was)showed off her wonderful, curvaceous, body to perfection. My mouth just fell open with astonishment. Then Mike said something that made me cringe with embarrassment.
"My wife is a cheap slut, do you know that?"
"Just look at her," he continued. "Every time I bring a friend here she wants to dress like a whore and show off her body."
I expected an angry reaction from Rachel, but, none was forthcoming. She smiled sweetly at me and explained. "He's just jealous," she said.
"She's disgusting," continued Mike. Don't you think she's disgusting, Adrian?"
"I think she's fantastic," I blurted out.
"Did you hear that, wife? You've just made another conquest."
Rachel posed prettily and smiled. She was obviously pleased with my reaction.
"Well I'm pleased someone appreciates me around here," she said in a little girl voice.
"No doubt you'll find a way to thank him later," growled Mike.
Rachel smiled again. "Maybe I'll just do that."
Something in the way she said it made my cock twitch with excitement, although at that stage in the evening, I had no reason to think she was doing any more than teasing her guest.
Then, as if to give me a preview of what to expect, she turned round and bent down to pick up a bit of fluff from the carpet. She kept her legs straight and once again treated me to a scorching view of everything that mattered. Her long legs, her pert round ass, just blew my mind. Her sexy little panties only just covered her pussy.
"Dirty slut" hissed Mike as I stared at her provocative display.
"Dinner won't be long" she breathed huskily as she straightened up. "It's all under control."
Then she walked sexily into the kitchen on her four inch heels. She was something else.
"That was your benefit by the way, not for mine," said Mike angrily.
I must admit I was starting to envy Mike as I tried hard to keep myself from ogling his sexy young wife. I found it particularly hard to keep my eyes off her throughout the meal, which, incidentally, was quite superb.
Something else which was hard was my cock which was starting to be affected by this delicious female swinging her lovely ass in and out of the kitchen as she served us.
Then, as we finished our desserts, she blushed, and mumbled out a confession.
"Sorry, the meringue pie didn't come out so well"
I looked down at mine. It seemed perfectly acceptable to me...I was about to say so, but, Mike got in first.
"Well...that's not good enough," he growled. "And you're not going to get away with it."
I thought she was going to break out in tears as she looked fearfully across at her husband. Meanwhile, I looked on quite puzzled at this exchange.
"I think you know what to do?" He added menacingly. "Assume the position..."
Then, I gasped, as she got up from the table and walked across to a large square pouffe, and, kneeled down, so that her head and shoulders were down at the front and her exposed thighs and bottom were displayed provocatively. Clearly, she was awaiting some kind of punishment.
"Mike," I interjected, "is this necessary. I mean after all..."
"Wives have to be punished old boy for silly mistakes," he informed me. "Otherwise they never learn."
Then, as I gawked at the wonderful sight in front of me, he was suddenly brandishing a large wooden paddle. "Just a few smacks to keep her in line," he explained.
He then proceeded to lay on three or four hard wallops to her curvaceous rear, as I licked my lips and tried to convince myself that this was really happening.
Imagine my amazement, when he suddenly stopped and turned to me and winked. "I think you should participate in this my friend, after all you had to eat her sad offering didn't you."
Then the penny dropped. It was a put up job. They were playing sexual games for my benefit. Just like the sort of thing we had talked about in our many conversations.
