Saturday afternoon
You knew the plan, so the choice of clothing was right.
Keep your legs bare, wear knee length boots, a short dress, which could be lifted with ease. Underwear had been specified as optional, so you had chosen to leave knickers off.
Once the kids had been seen to the cinema you knew you had a good three hours of fun ahead.
Suggesting we head for some light food, you found yourself in Wagamama and you, lover & husband managed to secure a bench seat booth. You slid along the seat, your lover next to you, your husband opposite. There was good reason for this seating arrangement. You wanted your husband to watch your face, whilst your lover fingered you under the table. He would not be able to see that detail just know from reading your eyes.
There was sufficient table coverage and noise that others would not identify with the scenario.
Keeping close you felt his hand contact the top your thigh, his little finger stroking the inside of it. You gently shift position to avoid sitting on your skirt and open your legs a little allowing your skirt to rise further. As this happens you feel his hand follow. His little finger moves to stroke your hair free mound, just brushing over the join in your lips. You are already feeling a flush of moisture as his fingers glides between both lips checking on your wetness.
He pulls his hand away and sucks his little finger making it clear to your husband you are ready for more. Of course, you had already been fucked by both this morning and although you had had a shower you know you carry the results of the morning deep inside of you.
Drinks arrive at the table, large glass of wine for you, lemonade for husband and a small Peroni. Food starts to arrive, and you all enjoy.
Now that the waiters are done, his hand returns, more quickly this time shifting your dress away. Quickly you feel his finger's part your lips and his middle finger slide over your clit creating a further tingle before he slips it into you. The sensation of the colder air against your hotness makes you reach for the wine. What he does and how he uses those fingers just makes it hard to concentrate on much else. Each breathe you, take you inhale your wine just to avoid raising a moan.