Author's note: This is part 3 of my true (mostly) story of how my wife Jackie surprised and delighted me with her first foray into trying other men for size. Best read as part of the series. I get it's a bit slow for some people. Context is important for me
It was still only mid afternoon so we got cleaned up and dressed and went out for a walk and a turn around the Art Gallery of Victoria. Before giving it up to have a family, my wife worked as a professional artist so it's always one of our favourite things to do. Our kids are our world but that just makes the occasional day or weekend of freedom even more to be savoured, and there's no way they are going to put up with being trawled round a gallery.
We were still on a sexual high from earlier and kept touching each other suggestively. I knew we were in for another great session that evening. Whilst I was studying one exhibit she pulled me close, kissed me on the earlobe and whispered to me "I think even for us that was some of the best sex we've ever had earlier."
"Agree," I said with a smile.
We left the gallery at closing time and looked around for a restaurant and found a decent looking place on the South Bank nearby - a casual modern Australian place. It's the kind of thing Australia - and especially Melbourne - does really well.
The waitress showed us to a great table overlooking the river as the sun went down and we ordered our food. The starters arrived - we'd both gone for crab - and were everything we'd hoped for. Fresh and zingy and made with care and flair.
"Tastes good," she said, "but not as good as your cock." I almost choked on my food. This was a lot dirtier than she usually liked to play. She ran her foot up my leg under the table.
"Sorry" she said with a wink "still turned on a bit from earlier, I guess," and with that we continued the rest of the meal. Good job I didn't have to get up quickly as her comment and touch had given me an instant hard on.
We went for a drink in a bar afterwards, with Jackie doing her typical 'weekend away' thing and asking for champagne. I disappeared to the toilet and whilst I was in there my phone rang, work. It wasn't a big deal but it took 3 or 4 minutes of conversation before I was ready to go back into the bar. As I entered I was in for a shock. My wife was sitting at the bar where I'd left her but she was talking to a guy, looked to be in his late thirties and the way she has always liked them - real men, squarely built with some muscle. He was leaning towards her and talking animatedly and she had her face turned up and lips slightly parted and was nodding away and occasionally touching her hair. There was a LOT of flirting going on. She was dressed quite conservatively as we'd been out doing the tourist thing - sneakers, a fairly plain blouse and a slightly flared skirt to just above the knee but I could see with her sitting on the barstool what had attracted him - she had plenty of her marvellous legs showing and her red curls were piled up on her head looking fantastic.
My cock instantly sprang up - I'd not seen her behaving this way for a long time. Maybe it was the freedom, maybe it was the champagne, I didn't care; I liked it. I sauntered over and she caught my eye as I approached and touched the guy on the arm to turn round. "Hi," I said "Rob."
"Gerry" he replied and shook my hand firmly. "Hey, sorry if I intruded, I saw your wife here and thought she was on her own, and introduced myself. To be honest, I thought my luck was in finding such a beautiful woman out on her own, but I guess..."
He saw the look on my face and said with a grin "Don't worry, by the way, she told me she was married straight away. But we talked anyway. Here, let me buy you both a drink."
I looked at her and nodded, and she said "Sure, thanks! Another champagne please."
"Me too," I added "here, let's split it and we'll just buy a bottle."
We had a high old time with Gerry chatting away for another hour or so, but both Jackie and I wanted to get back to our hotel as we were still horny from earlier. We said our goodbyes and hailed a cab and headed back to the hotel, slightly more under control than earlier in the afternoon.
Hand in hand we went up in the elevator and walked to our room. Stopping at the door she turned to me and kissed me. "Let me dress up," she said. "I want you. And I know you love it."
"Sure" I said, "but wait a minute, I've got something I want you to see." She looked puzzled and we let ourselves in to the room. I went to my bag and reached in to a giftwrapped package and gave it to her. "Here," I said, "open it."
She unwrapped the package slowly to reveal the sexy lingerie I'd brought with me. "They're beautiful," she said. "Want me to put them on? Or do you want to do it?"
"You" I said. "I want to watch you."
She smiled and nodded her assent. "I'll strip for you first though," she said. She walked away from me with a strut in her step, unclipping her hair as she went. She turned and shook her curls out and gave me a look filled with desire as she started to unbutton her blouse. She was breathing heavily as she did one button and then another, with her chest tantalisingly filling her just on the small side blouse (god I love this look) moving up and down as she went. One by one she undid the buttons until her blouse was completely open. Her gorgeous 34E boobs held with a black lacy bra. She shrugged off her blouse, looked down demurely and then back up to me under her fringe as she cupped her tits in the bra.
"Like what you see?" she said in a husky voice. "My nipples are so hard in here they're almost sore. Do you think I should take it off to relieve the pressure?"
I couldn't talk, my tongue was too thick in my mouth, so I just nodded. She reached behind and unclipped her bra and let it drop as she cupped her now naked tits. She licked her right fingers and teased her right nipple with them. She wasn't joking about how erect they were and I knew she was massively turned on. By me, the situation, the champagne, or by Gerry - I didn't care. Dropping her hands, she pulled her skirt down and stepped out of it as it puddled round her feet, then kicked off her sneakers. By now she was standing before me in just her knickers, black and lacy to match the bra. She walked up to me, lifted her mouth to mine and kissed me passionately, pulling my head to hers and pushing her tongue into my mouth as she rubbed her tits against my shirt.
"Your turn," she said, and unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it off my shoulders, running her fingers over my hairy chest. Then she took my hands and put them at the side of her knickers. "I want my husband to take my pants off," she breathed, "before I put the sexy ones on." I did as I was told, hooking my fingers under and pulling her pants down over her bum and down to the ground. I swear my cock had never been harder and I had to undo my belt to give it more space.
She walked away from me and over to the bed where she'd put my present. Picking up the camisole first, she pulled it over her head and let it drop, the silk shimmering as it slid down over her tits. It was a perfect fit. 20 years of marriage, I know her size. Next came the garter belt which she clipped round her waist. She sat on the bed and took one rolled up stocking and put her exquisite toes in it before sensuously unrolling the hose up her beautiful leg, smoothing it as she went, and then repeated on the other leg.
She clipped the garter belt to her stockings and stood up facing away from me. Then bent over giving me a faceful of gorgeous heart shaped arse and a glimpse of visibly damp pussy as she straightened her stockings.
"Hang on," I said. "I've got something else." I stepped over to her and took a pearl necklace I bought out and put it around her neck from behind, doing up the clasp.
"Beautiful!" she squealed in delight. I lifted her raspberry curls from the nape of her neck and kissed her gently. This is a massive erogenous zone for her and I felt her knees go weak instantly, as I kissed around her neck to her earlobe and gently nibbled it. My cock was hard as a rock and it was impossible for her not to feel it pushing against her bum, and she wriggled her arse against my boner.
We never got the knickers or shoes on. As I kissed her ear and neck I reached round and cupped her full tits through the camisole, weighing them, squeezing them and running my hands down the side of them, then reached down with one hand and slid my hand over her stomach and down into her curls. She doesn't shave but is fairly sparse down there anyway. I love her bush, I love the way her curls get dark and wet with her desire.
Her legs buckled and I picked her up and laid her on the bed. This time I was determined to get my second favourite thing of all time - bringing her off with my tongue. I kissed her nylon clad left toe and foot and ran my mouth up her leg until I reached the tops of her stockings and her delicious creamy inner thigh. She moaned in anticipation and grabbed my head, trying to push me into her cunt but I wanted to make her wait. I kissed all up her thigh as her legs flopped open but just skimmed my mouth over her sex so she could feel the touch of my breath but not my tongue - yet.
Then I gave her pussy one wet, fat kiss and she groaned out "Oh. My. God." loudly and grabbed my head pulling me into her. Her smell and taste was divine. She was already soaking wet, her pussy lips wet and open and slightly quivering, visibly aching for a cock. I started my tongue at the bottom of her pussy almost at her arse and ran my tongue firmly up the whole length of her slit, pushing in as much as I could on the way past as she moaned and swore, all the way up to her clit which I wetly circled with my tongue and gently sucked into my mouth. Then pushed my tongue even further into her on the down stroke. I started licking her pussy in earnest as she bucked off the bed, mashing her cunt into my mouth, alternating firm long strokes with clit circling and sucking. She was going wild and my beard was soaking with her juices. I slowed my licking and just started kissing her sex again, teasing her. She grabbed the back of my head and tried to pull me harder into her.
"Fuck, come on," she groaned, "I need it."
I gave her one slow, penetrating lick up to her clit and licked around it in a circle and she panted. Then pushed my first and second fingers together into her slowly as deep as I could go.
