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?"
