My Wife Lisa At The Restaurant

We were (maybe I was) first exposed to, for the sake of a name, 'Kinky Sex'. At that time, Lisa and I were only days from our sixth wedding anniversary. At the time Lisa was 32 and still very capable of turning heads, I was thirty six. When I met this incredible girl she had admitted that she'd been 'a bit of a sport' before going out with me, not downright promiscuous, but enjoyed sex and had been with numerous men. In fact some of her tales aroused me. She was a blue eyed blonde with a nice figure that our two children had helped fill out a bit, so she now had a pair of 36c's and on a 5ft 5" figure that looked perfect to me.

Okay, so yes I sorta had the feeling that during our marriage she had been laid more than a few times by various other men, and again that actually turned me on and in time that turned out to be truer than I could have imagined. She'd been very discrete, but I'd spotted a few signs in the more recent months. Then a few weeks before this incident; in bed, after sex; I had jokingly suggested that I'd like to watch her with another guy; she'd looked at me seriously for 5 seconds or so, then she said 'You actually mean that don't you?. By which point I had a hard on which she could clearly see. 'Have you anyone in mind' she asked. I didn't and shook my head. She smiled and said 'okay, how about that being your next birthday present? My mouth was dry; she just agreed to do that so easily! We had sex again and we were both quite rampant, in the days that followed, we both pretended she'd go through with this ordeal for me as a treat. But our sex life had moved up a notch.

She had teased me, asking if I would find a guy or should she? Another time she rebuked me when I said it ought to be someone she'd fancy to make love with and she said 'No, she makes love with me; she'd have sex with him'. Another time she asked if I was going to sit in a chair and watch them openly or stay hidden. I said I would like it to be in the open, I could tell she was turned on by that and by that time it had evolved that she would find the guy. Other things evolved as well, which turned us both on in airing the idea,

'Do you want me to allow him to take me bareback?' (yes)

'Shall I swallow?' (yes and facial maybe)

'Anal sex? (yes)

'Will you lick me out after he's gone?' (yes) - She nearly swooned when I said that.

I told her 'I'd like you to be a total slut with him and do everything we've ever done, plus I want you to do at least one thing that you've never done with me. She looked at me as if I was going to suggest an act. 'Oh No' I said 'I'm not going to suggest it, but want to see you do something to him that is really slutty, maybe enough to make me cum off without using my hand' She gave me a huge grin 'Oh that's naughty'. It was because we'd done some things from time to time -- Bondage, CP, golden showers and a few others. A few times I'd rimmed her arsehole and fingered it too and hoped she'd reciprocate, but no and I would love to see her take into her mouth a cock that have been ploughing her rectum. These things crossed my mind and she still seemed quite happy. To be fair she'd never bulked at anything in our early days together, but then children and lack time had diminished our sex play, only recently improving. Then this last 'idea' had brought us back to almost daily sex.

At the time I was still a junior partner in a solicitor's office and my Boss had just made a rather good case in court for a Greek client, although I had done all the hard work; he was a Restaurant owner with two places both in Soho, London. The result was better than either, He or I had anticipated, so he was very elated. Lisa had travelled up on this morning of the final day, knowing that we'd be finished in time for an afternoon of shopping in the West End. (Groan!)

As we left the court, I introduced Theo to Lisa, and the four of us popped into a pub for a quick celebratory drink. As I ordered the round, my Boss, Theo and Lisa, went to find a table. Theo was in his early 40's, a big man, roughhewn face, with loads of character. It was only when they were about to sit down, that I remembered 'our dare'. In the euphoria of winning our case and winning so well, I'd completely forgotten, that the previous evening, when discussing the shopping requirement for the next afternoon, I'd dared Lisa to spend all day knickerless and in a short skirt as well.

I looked across at them as they sat down and my mouth went dry. I did not know whether my wife had gone along with my dare or not. She was wearing a skirt that whilst not an ultra-mini, certainly was in the mini league and well above her knees. She had sat facing him with a small low oval table between them.

Lisa must have felt my eyes probing her, for she looked up, with a grin she slowly crossed her legs, Theo had his back to me, but if my wife was knickerless that day, he would have defi­nitely seen at that point. As it was she was now showing anyone, in that pub that now cared to look, a couple of inches of bare thigh, above her dark stocking top. So that's how we were that day in London in the pub, al­though at the bar my only thoughts were whether Lisa had dared to leave home 'without her panties/knickers on'.

As I took our drinks over to where Lisa and Theo sat, there was nothing to suggest that she was anything other than a re­spectable suburban mother. I was well aware that my thoughts and her deliberate leg cross had swollen my penis, which was now pushing at my trouser front, a bulge that Lisa's eyes told me she'd seen. As I took my seat, next to Theo, my wife gave me a big smile and very deliberately 'flashed' herself at me, by again crossing her legs slowly. My mouth went dry and my tongue stuck, she was knickerless.

She had just shown me, not just a flash of pubic hair, but a parted thigh shot showing her labia lips in full glory. But there was no doubt in my mind Theo had seen her lack of underwear. She and Theo were chatting informally about family etc. My only though was 'oh God! If my Boss sees her bare pussy, I'll be ruined'. Our drinks were formal and short, but before he left Theo, who knew we were close on our wedding anniver­sary, said he'd be in touch. She told me that she had eye contact with him each time she crossed her legs and his eyes hadn't strayed, once.

His 'in touch' arrived two days later, it was a letter enclosing two tickets to one of the top West End shows, with an invitation to come over to his restaurant after the show. The date of the show was the day before our wedding anniversary, but Lisa had told him in passing conversation that we were going to have a party that evening anyway.

We accepted Theo's generous gesture and after a great show went along to the restaurant. I must admit having seen the place in daylight empty, I was totally taken aback by the ambience atmosphere as we entered. A table on a small raised platform, possibly previous used as a stage, overlooking the main dining and dancing floor was reserved for us and lavish attention paid to us. The other Patrons must have thought we were 'show bus stars or something'. The place was full and buzzing, I knew that it held 120 people.

Lisa was looking radiant that evening, totally ravishing, she had her long blonde hair tied up in a jewelled clasp with matched and set of the matching ear rings. Her dress was unbe­lievably sexy number; it was black with silver decor, a backless, cocktail dress. The back was cut almost to the crack of her arse cheeks and the front was dangerously close to allowing her breasts to fall out, either side of two small triangles of near transparent black lacy material, which clung to her lovely orbs and all held together by a thin strap running up behind her neck. She wore black stockings and patent leather with silver buckles, spiky high heeled shoes.

Theo arrived from his other place as we finished our meal, which was superb, we had been plied with wine, and after all, we were celebrating and somebody else was picking up the tab, so we were tipsy but the end of the meal. Theo introduced us to his two younger brothers who worked there, Philip, who appeared to be about 25 or 26 and Sharmi, who seemed to be a mere mid teenager. After the meal they took it in turns to take Lisa around the dance floor, the dances were fairly energetic and at first I thought that was okay, because it meant they were not going to be groping my wife in a smoocher, but after one dance Philip lead her back to the table, her left nipple had started to escape from its confine and nearly half of her areola was on show, the pink texture highlighted by the black of her dress and the milky whiteness of her breast. I wasn't hard in sexual arousal, but swollen in the first stirring of sexual desires. Lisa didn't seem to realise although all the other males did, I felt my cock stirring. I made no effort to let her know.

Minutes later Theo came along, his dance with Lisa let everyone know that under her short dress, not only was she wear­ing stockings, she had a tiny pair of scarlet panties on. During that dance her left breast escaped entirely, she registered mock alarm, with a laugh, but because Theo held her hands, there was nothing she could do about her exposure for about 30 to 40 long seconds. My cock was now nearly fully erect. Although the dance area was dimmed, lots of people must have seen her and I got the impression that she wasn't too concerned, anyway. In fact she might have enjoyed it happening.

As they left the dance floor, they seemed to be sharing a joke, and I saw Theo cup one of Lisa's breasts, his thumb slip­ping underneath her dress, very obviously rubbing her nipple. She made no effort to stop him and they kissed. Not a long French kiss, but more than a respectable young wife should do with a near stranger; their lips were together for some 10 to 12 sec­onds. As they parted, I saw that Lisa's face was flushed and her lips were parted, he had no doubt thrust his tongue deep inside her mouth.

She didn't return directly to our table, instead going to the ladies. When she did re-join me, she kissed me, fully a long French kiss and I was aware of her putting something in my jacket pocket. It was now well gone midnight and most of the customers had gone. Lisa and I took to the dance floor, for the second time that evening. She came up close to me and felt my erection, straining my trousers.

She smirked at me, "I thought so, you get a kick out of my showing off, don't you," I grinned at her. When we finished Philip cut in for the next. As I walked back to our table, I remembered my pocket, I put my hand in, half expecting what I found, My wife's scarlet knickers. The dances were less vigorous now, but there were a few twirls to raise her hemline, infuriat­ingly for me, because of the raised level, I got brief glimpses of her stocking tops, but I couldn't see if she was twirling high enough to show her bare pussy.

I needed to go to the toilet and on emerging Theo waved me over to where he sat, at a dance floor side table now vacated by its previous occupants. Now at this height, I could clearly see my wife's antics. I saw her finish that dance with Philip, then dance with Theo, Yes she was showing herself, but just very brief, teasing glimpses of her nude pussy. Her third knickerless dance was with me, I deliberately twirled her harder and for longer and her dress rose accordingly higher. Lisa grinned at me, but made no attempt to stop her hem rising up high as her waist. There couldn't be any doubt amongst those seated that the beautiful blonde woman on the dance floor wasn't wearing any panties and for those luckier ones, with tables on the edge, there was also no doubt that this woman shaved her labia region. There could be little doubt on Philip's or Theo's mind that, I was whole heatedly in favour of my wife's exhibitionistic display.

When Theo suggested we all go upstairs, leaving Sharmi to close down and lock up, He joined us about a half hour later. Like meek lambs to the slaughter we went. We were both well pissed by then anyway or at least I thought that was the reason.

Upstairs was a palatial suite. We were greeted by Tanya, Philip's wife who must have been in her very early30's. She was a striking attractive woman, with a full figure, reminiscent of 'Sophia Loran'. It was Tanya who took me in hand, whilst Philip and Theo lavished attention on my wife.

They were dancing and mucking about; she had given them both kisses. I was wondering how Tanya felt about her husband and my wife like that. She must have been feeling the same question for me. She led me off to the kitchen,

"You've not seen your wife like this before," it was a state­ment more than a questions, I shrugged my head,

"And you," I asked.

"I've seen it all before, always the smart attractive ladies are their pray, sometimes they will leave the boyfriend or husband in a drunken stupor downstairs while they have his woman, together." She paused. "But, you two are different, Theo I know likes you both, he told me your wife wasn't wearing knickers when she met you introduced her in the pub. Do you know, she showed herself to him, not accidentally, but very deliberately? Whilst you were getting the drinks. He also saw you openly eye up a very attractive girl and facially flirt with her." I barely remembered,

"Tonight they gave you both the

power

," I looked quizzical "It is an aphrodisiac, like Spanish Fly' works on men and women, usually they give it to only the woman," She saw the alarm in my face, "Do not worry, it is really harmless, I've taken it myself many times, they take it as well, it makes one really randy and sexy. For men they become erect and stay erect, even if they shoot, for several hours., she stroked the bulge in my pants, which had arisen during Lisa's display downstairs, I was still rampant. It does make one lose all inhibitions, and I mean all'

Tanya started to unzipped my trousers,

"For your wife, she will reach great height of sexual ecsta­sy, I know, She will have many orgasms, each one greater than the last, The drug will bring out the whore in her, she will be totally uninhibited by her actions, Look..."

I looked out the open kitchen door, in time to see Lisa's dress slide down her body and land in a pile at her feet and step out of it. Both men had removed their shirts; she was now between them clad only in her suspender belt, stockings and those sexy spiky high heels.

Tanya had freed my cock from my trousers and I felt her cool mouth close over my hot throbbing penis, it felt wonderful.

I watched both men kiss my wife, with long lingering French kisses, each man kneading one of her full firm breasts, teasing the walnut hard nipple; whilst her hands undid their trousers, till each stood only in his underpants.

Tanya had my trousers off now and my shirt followed, she had licked my cock up to full erection, and then stood back, she unzipped her own dress, it slid off, she was naked, bar her black high heels. Her breasts were magnificent, a pair of full firm 36" topped off with huge nipples. she was quite lovely.

Naked we returned to the lounge. Theo and Philip grinned at us as we made our entrance, Lisa was pre occupied. As I sat down on the sofa with Tanya, from a few feet away, I watched my wife, hook her thumbs into Theo's underpants and slide them down his legs, she bent her legs as she did so, as the pants reached his knees his cock sprang free, smacking against her breast, it was a hell of a cock, big thick and veiny. By the time the pants reached his ankles, she was eyeball to throbbing monster. My mouth went totally dry when she engulfed that penis, taking as much as she could into her mouth. Her suck and lick was short, about 30 seconds, her lips left him reluctantly.

Lisa repeated her performance on Philip, his manhood was a near match in size to his brother and Lisa greeted it with much enthusiasm. In the space of moments, my lovely wife had taken into her sweet mouth two cocks, belonging to near total strang­ers. It was this sight that greeted Sharmi, when he walked into the lounge. Philip with reluctance pulled his cock from Lisa's mouth and when she looked at him for explanation, he nodded in Sharmi's direction.

Lisa on her knees turned and called the young boy over. Quickly she stripped him of his clothes, and his underpants revealed his manhood, I was at last relieved at seeing a penis, well about the same size. Again Lisa immedi­ately sucked upon it, taking him fully into her mouth.

As we watched them, I asked Tanya, how old Sharmi was. With a huge grin, she told me that he would be 19 in a month. That gave me a bit of a thrill; my wife was going to have sex with a teenager, Wow! In fact not only was he half her age, he was born the same year she lost her virginity. Now, more so than the other two I wanted to see my elegant wife moaning in pleasure as this young lad fucked her.

My wish was to be delayed for a while, because Theo got Phillip to sit in an armchair, with his legs over the arms and he positioned Lisa in front of Phillip on her knees and so kneeling behind her he entered my wife's pussy as her mouth went back to work on Phillip's cock. Although he was well hung he seemed to glide into Lisa's pussy with no effort.

As that monster cock entered her pussy, I felt my own grow some, he really stretched her apart, I was amazed, surely he must be the biggest cock my wife had ever experienced in her, yet he drove up so easily. She told me later than she was so wet by then, she didn't believe it was Theo's monster cock, she thought it was Sharmi's. But that cock was to provide the sexual impetus of what she'd do next, with a steady slow stroking of its rampant length in and out of her yearning pussy.

My eyes returned to what her lips were doing, Lisa had lovingly taken all she could into her mouth and she run her mouth along the sides of his cock, she told me she could taste that he'd been up another woman recently and her tongue licked over him. She left his penis glowing in her saliva, when she dipped her mouth onto his balls.

She licked over his hairy sacks, till the black hairs were matted with her saliva. Next, with her tongue wrapped around one of them she drew a whole testicle into her mouth, where she sucked upon it in a manner similar to sucking upon his penis, this was repeated for both his hairy sacks. By now my mouth was dry again.

When she took hold of his legs and pushed them higher in the chair, I knew she was going to do it to him, for his arse was now in front of her face. She indicated for him to hold his legs and I watched my wife take hold of his bum cheeks and pull them apart, exposing his dark brown and red puckered anal hole, covered in a few black hairs. From where I sat I could see that he was none too clean, small particles of dried shit clung to his hairs and the hole itself was showing some brown smears. Now she had telegraphed her intention to everyone present. For a moment time stood still, I could feel my heart beat increasing. I saw my wife hesitating now, it was obvious to me that having looked at his anal ring and seen how dirty it was,she didn't really want to do it. But I wanted her to do it more than anything else.

In my fantasies of her with other men, I had always 'shot off' as she took deep into her mouth the big cocks, spurting spunk across her tongue. Now I wanted her to tongue this man's anal hole, not because I wanted her to give him a thrill, but because of her now obvious repulsion of tasting his oily shit juice.

Her hesitation was barely 3 or 4 seconds, but it seemed like a lifetime, then she bent her head forward and I watched amazed as her tongue came out and ran along the length of his bum crease, as it passed over his anal hole, I saw her tongue pick up the oily shit that had accumulated around it.