Surprise for Rebecca

This story is a continuation of The Mature Wife Rebecca stories. Reading those first, will give some background. Rebecca has a history of using aliases. Namely, Candy and Jane.

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A Surprise For Rebecca

Recap:

Rebecca was really enjoying her sexual freedom, and so was I. We'd reached a point in our lives where we both felt comfortable exploring her sexuality.

After prodding away at her, suggesting she repeat some of her past sexual experience with another man, we finally, and successfully, managed to have her explore; Sex with not one new man, but two! Although, as it turned out, she 'd already had sex with one of them in the past. His name is Luke; she had him years ago, when she took advantage of a free pass.

We had experienced a crazy night of group sex with Luke, Greg and myself, pleasing her and ourselves into the early hours of the morning.

That experience seemed to ramp up Rebecca's desires. Our already great sex life got even better. She also started to eat better and exercise more, and that boosted her self confidence to a new level. That said, she still had reservations about her age and appearance, so things didn't go to her head.

But she turned a lot of men's heads, and that, she noticed!

She met a much younger guy, Brad, who made her incredibly horny. We subsequently spent time with him. He was really into her and they fucked and sucked while I watched and filmed, eventually joining in; giving her a night to remember!

Although she was really attracted to Brad, and he to her, they both knew it would never be a permanent arrangement. He was young, and needed to find a woman of his own.

During our private love making, she'd often mention the weekend with Luke and Greg. Being of the same age range, she felt much more comfortable with them, both socially and sexually. They were both great guys and both fell in love with her. In addition, they were great lovers; giving her anything she wanted sexually.

I enjoyed the experience, as well. I learned early on, that thinking about her fucking other men turned me on. She looked so sexy when I made love to her, I just felt like I should share. Stupid, maybe. Weird, for sure, but there it was.

When I watched her play the part of "Candy", with Luke and Greg, I experienced feelings I'd never had. Nervous. A bit frightened. But when I saw how she seduced them, I was enthralled. They fell under her spell; doing exactly what she wanted. Meanwhile, for their comfort, and my pride, I played the part of a friend; sort of a member of her stable of studs to use.

At the end of that wild night of debauchery, Rebecca and I came clean; finally admitting that I was indeed, her husband. After the initial shock, they quickly came to terms with the reality and after a few awkward moments they finally relaxed. Both wanted a repeat. Both said they loved her. We men parted as friends. They left Jane as lovers.

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Now, months later, I had tried, unsuccessfully, to arrange another meeting with Greg and Luke.

Then, serendipitously, Luke emailed me, saying he'd be in the area on business. After checking with Greg and finding out he wouldn't be available, I decided to set something up with Luke. Rather than try to set things up via email, I decided to call.

'Dave! Great to hear from you! How's that lovely wife of yours?'

'She's great! But you already know that!'

'That's for sure! So, you two wanna meet?'

'Yeah. I haven't said anything to Becky yet.'

'Okay...'

'I've been playing around with an idea I'd like to try.'

'Go on.'

'As you'd probably guess, she and I still role play about her time with you in '88.'

'Still? That's wild!'

'You underestimate how much it turned her on, and still does. It was her first extramarital sex.'

'I gotta admit, I've got fond memories of that first time!'

'I know, you've told me.

Anyway, I wondered if we could arrange a kind of, trip down memory lane.'

'How so?'

'London, my friend. London.'

'Ahh. So how would it work?'

'Well, I'd like you to take her through the events of that time, while I sorta tag along. She'll act the part of the young married wife, Jane, you be you, and I'll be a shadow on the wall, until she says different. Whadya think?'

'I guess we could make that work. But we can't stay at the residence again.'

'Don't worry about that. I'll book us a coupla adjoining rooms. It'll help with the re-enactment and give us separate sleeping arrangements. If there's anything else you think we'd need, I can help out.'

'I'll try to do some stuff as well. Memory lane, eh? This could be a lot of fun!'

'Especially for you... and "Jane".'

'Right. Jane. Man. This could be wicked!'

'I trust you, Luke.'

'Good. I like you Dave... and you know... I love her, so don't worry. I'll do whatever you two want.'

'I'm gonna keep things secret for now. I'll tease her a bit. But I think when she sees what we're doing, she'll be thrilled. Especially, if you remember specific stuff, like how you played things out at the hotel the last time.'

'Yeah... she really liked that. I scored major points there.'

'So, is a week Saturday okay?'

'The 10th?'

'Yeah.'

'That works. If there's any problems, I'll text you, okay?'

'Okay. Stay in touch.'

To set the stage, I told Rebecca I wanted to go to London for a special weekend get-away. We both had lieu time banked at work, so we took a few extra days to make it more of a holiday.

I told her there were a few places on the main drag trying out an '80's Classic Rock theme/bar hopping event. Specifically aimed at our age group. She loved the idea, and immmediately started deciding what to wear.

She had a week to think about it, and I was sure she'd been thinking about her first-ever fling in London. I was getting excited knowing what Luke and I had planned. The two rooms were booked, with one in his name. He texted he had a surprise of his own lined up and could hardly wait.

She took the day before we left off to pamper herself. She wanted to get her hair done along with a mani/pedi. When I got home from work that afternoon, she met me at the door.

I just stood there with my mouth open, gazing at her.

'Holy shit, baby! You look fucking hot!'

'You like it?'

'I love it! You look incredible! Excited about the weekend?'

'Does it show?'

'Uh huh! You look like a Hotwife on the prowl! Very sexy!'

'Good! That's what I'm aiming for.'

She was standing there, modeling. Wearing Daisy Duke jean shorts, a white tube top and a red blouse. And above a sexy pair of sandals, was her Hotwife anklet.

The areobics she'd been doing had really toned her legs, and those shorts really showed them off! But, what really surprised me, was the long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, with a gentle wave. A real change from the short, neck length she'd had for years. Wondering if it was a wig, I asked,

'How'd you get your hair like that? It looks amazing!'

'Extensions. They look pretty good, don't they.'

'Honest to God, your hair looks like it did just after we were married! A lot of women couldn't pull it off, but you look so natural. I really like it! You're gonna grab a lot of attention!'

'I hope so! I'm really looking forward to this.'

The 10th of June arrived and we made our way to London. Becky kept fidgeting, obviously pumped with expectations. I was beginning to worry if I was playing this wrong. Maybe she just wanted to hook up with a new man. I resigned myself to deal with whatever happened, but I was going to do my best to get Luke to meet us.

As we pulled into the parking lot at the Hotel, I noticed a classic black '82 Firebird Trans Am. The car Luke pulled into our driveway in, the night he dropped her off after their initial fling. I was worried she'd notice. She didn't, but then she never was a car buff.

We checked in at Hotel Metro and went to our room. I could hear a TV on in the next room, so I knew Luke had already arrived. While she was in the bathroom changing I texted him.

[We're here. Where should we bump into you]

[The Richmond Tavern coupla blocks away]

[She looks hot. Younger. Long wavy blonde hair, red blouse]

[gotcha]

[remember I'm playing Dave, her friend. She's Jane. And man is she excited!]

When she came out of the bathroom, she looked amazing, and ready to play. She added her anklet with the little vixen charm; marking her to those in the know, as a wife who's available.

'Fuck! You look so hot! Remind me why we're going out. Why I shouldn't take you right now and spend the rest of the weekend having my way with you!'

'Don't worry, baby... I've always got time for you. But, I think your Hotwife wants to play a bit. Is that okay, baby?'

'Hmmmm...'

'Please, baby! You know you like it. Wouldn't you like to watch some man feel me up? Maybe even... fuck me?'

'You won't have a problem with that! And I'll watch and fuck you later, or maybe just join in!'

'You sure?'

'Com' on Becky... ah... hmmm. I guess I should start calling you Jane.'

'Yes, maybe you should. If we're gonna play this game again, it doesn't hurt to practice.

Okay then, Jane. Let's go.'

We started walking, and right away she was getting attention, and she was loving it. As we turned the corner, I pointed out the Richmond Tavern,

'Let's try this place!'

'What! There?'

I wondered if she recognized the place; nervous about memories.

'Sure, com' on. Gotta start somewhere.'

I was sure she recognized the place, and her mood changed a bit. Undeterred, I started commenting on the historical look. We grabbed a seat at the bar and I ordered a beer and Jane, after flirting with the bartender, asked for a Pina Colada.

'A Pina Colada? I'd forgot about them.'

'Not me. This place reminds me of them. I used to really like them, remember?'

'That's the coconut rum drink, right?'

'Yep. That's the one.'

'The one they mentioned in that old song.'

'I like them both!'

As we talked, I kept noticing a young guy walking by, more than once. First assuming he was a waiter, I didn't pay much attention, but he wasn't carrying anything. Classic rock was playing and Becky started swaying to the music.

Mr. young and mysterious came over, asked her to dance and she was off in a flash, just as our drinks arrived. Dummy me. I finally realized the guy'd been checking her out, then made his move. Considering her young looks, he might've thought I was some old fart trying to seduce her.

Watching her, I took a gulp of beer,

'Hey Dave.'

'Luke! Great, you're here!'

'Where is she?'

'Dancing over there.'

'Where?'

'Long blonde hair, short shorts, red blouse.'

'No! That's Jane?!'

'Yep!'

'Jesus! This is a freekin' flashback!' She looks like... twenty something!'

'Yeah, and she's lovin' it! She's in the mood, Luke. If this plan is gonna work, maybe you should steal her away from him.'

'Right! I'm on it!' and he was off towards her.

I watched amused as Luke met her on the dance floor, calling her "Jane". She busted a wide grin and threw her arms around him!

'Luke, baby! Where've you been! God! It's so good to see you!'

Luke took her hand and led her away, dancing. Blowing a kiss to her former partner, she called to him,

'Sorry, Rob. I've gotta go! Maybe later...'

I guess her dance partner, Rob, didn't make the cut. He started to talk as they walked away, then realizing Luke had won out, at least for the moment.

Watching Luke and "Jane" dance, I could imagine how they must've looked years ago; dancing slow and close, with a new friendship starting to sizzle. It got to the point where they weren't really dancing anymore; just smiling, talking and laughing.

They finally drifted towards me at the bar.

'Hey baby! Look who's here!'

Luke shook my hand and I smirked,

'Wow... amazing! What're the chances of your old friend Luke showing up?'

The light went on. 'You! You planned this all along?'

'Guilty as charged. I thought you'd like a trip down memory lane.'

Luke interrupted, 'There's our table. Com' on!'

Hmmm. "Our" table. I guess he'd referred to 'their" table; the one where he started to seduce her, or her him, I wondered...

As we made our way to a corner table, she ran ahead, looking at it with wide eyes.

'Oh my God! It is! This is where we--.' She stopped mid sentence, looking a bit nervous.

'Where you two... got to... know each other?' I asked.

'Um, yeah.'

I decided to change the mood; back where I wanted it to be.

I pulled a chair out for her and sat down, Luke sitting down on the other side of her.

Then I started to talk,

'Just imagine for a minute. This looks like it could be the same table. This place is over a hundred years old, and this old, wood table looks, well, at least fifty. It could actually be the same table. Whadya think, Jane?'

'I, I guess it could be.'

'If this table could talk, wow, just imagine. If it weren't for this table, and this old Tavern, we wouldn't be who we are today.

I kissed her, and said,

'Jane, I love you, and I wouldn't want you... any... other... way.'

She kissed me, turned and kissed Luke, and the tension seemed to slowly dwindle as we ordered drinks and chatted.

Luke and Jane danced and reminisced, as I watched; imagining it happening when they first met. Other guys, particularly Rob, tried to cut in, but Jane and Luke ignored them.

During a break with them at the table, I went to the john. As I walked in, I overheard a couple of young guys,

'Fuck. That blonde in the red blouse is hot! Did you see that ass! Those shorts are fuckin' painted on!

'Yeah, I'd love to do her! Nice tits, too! Rob's really got it bad, but that guy she's with won't leave her alone.'

'Would you?'

'Guess not. Can't blame 'im.'

As I walked out, they were standing there, watching the dance floor.

The one said, 'I don't see her.'

'I guess Rob's chances are busted.' replied the other.

'Ours too!'

It seemed clear she had the attention of more than one guy in the room. Little did they know, she'd be happy to take them on! My sweet little Hotwife was a hot item on the menu!

Walking through the bar, I met Jane on her way to the ladies, and stopped to touch base.

'How's Jane tonight?'

'Getting horny.'

'I know any number of men who'll help you with that!'

'I don't want just anybody. I've got someone in my sights already.'

Then she held me close and whispered in my ear, 'I think I know what you're thinking... me and Luke... are you sure?'

'Very sure. I've imagined what it was like... but if I see it! Damn, that'll satisfy my voyeuristic needs for ages!'

She flashed a smile and went on her way.

I joined Luke at the table and we ordered another round. When I saw Jane walking back, Rob intercepted and they went for a dance.

Luke must've seen the look on my face,

'What's up?'

'That guy, Rob. He's dancing with Jane again.'

'That a problem?'

'No, I guess not... it's just that we planned this. For her to be with you.'

'Ah, com' on Dave. Not like you to be jealous.'

'I'm not. Just thinking about you. Well, you and Jane.'

Noticing the smirk on his face, I continued, 'Okay, okay. You, Jane.. and her perve voyeur husband.'

Looking back at them dancing, he said, 'It's just a dance. Maybe he'll get her worked up a bit.'

'Told me, she already was.'

When the song ended, she didn't return to the table.

Then it was Luke looking for her. I saw her and nodded my head in her direction.

'There she is.'

Luke said, 'Hey, That's not Rob. It's another guy.'

'That a problem?'

Hearing his own words thrown back at him, he sat back and shook his head, muttering, 'Fuck.'

'That guy's one of Rob's friends. I heard them talking about her. All three of them think she's hot!

'Oops. Don't look now. Now she's dancing with the other guy too!' I laughed.

Luke couldn't help but look. We both watched them move through the dance floor, catching glimpses of her, obviously enjoying herself. It was a fast song with a great beat. She was laughing and singing and bouncing between these guys; freely expressing her sexual freedom through movement. And they were lapping it up.

When the song ended, we were able to see her thank them, give each of them a hug, and a wet kiss that lingered just enough to hint at a promise for more.

Finally parting with them, she returned to us flushed and panting. Sitting down, she said, 'Sorry guys, Rob asked me to dance. I felt a bit awkward about before, so I accepted. Then two others guys were right there, so I just kept dancing! God, that was fun!'

Looking back over her shoulder, smiling and waving to them, she added, 'Rob's really a nice guy! And a good dancer... and definitely... cute! Turns out, the other guys are his friends. They were fun too, and almost as cute as Rob!'

'I told you there were men out there that would help you with your problem.'

'What problem's that?' Luke asked.

'Told me she was horny.'

'Not anymore, I'm not! I'm way past horny now!'

After a few more drinks and flirting, Jane started feeling the effects of the drinks; beginning to flirt more aggressively. She was gazing into Luke's eyes, hanging on every word, leaning forward; offering a blatant view of her cleavage, along with secretly stroking his thigh under the table. The location and memories were having the desired effect.

At one point, she was looking down at his lap with her head resting against his chest, she turned her head slightly and looked at me. The look was lustful and hopeful. She smiled and raised her eyebrows at me; questioning. Looking for approval. I nodded and smiled back; her face lit up.

All this wasn't lost on Luke and he suggested we get some air. I had a pretty good idea what his plan was, and went along like a fly on the wall; giving them space while watching them closely.

His plan was confirmed when we started walking towards the Hotel parking lot. I think Jane was catching on as well; it was all too coincidental.

When we reached the car, Jane stopped and softy gasped. She seemed to recognize it, and the setting. A flashback to a dark parking lot. A man she wanted. Herself, feeling sexy, wild and free!

There was just enough light from the street for me to get a fantastic view. I couldn't help myself; I started to video this encounter, discreetly. I stood back far enough to give them a sense of privacy, as they re-lived a re-enactment of their past.

'Whoa! Nice car!', she whispered, looking deep into his eyes.

Luke pressed her against the door, 'You like it?'

'Yeah... it, it seems to remind me of something...'

'Like this?' Luke grabbed her and kissed her hard. She responded with immediate passion; returning his kiss and clutching his body.

With the scene softly illuminated by the street lights, their kiss quickly became a smoldering french-necking session with their hands roaming all over each other. He eased her top open and started fondling her boobs, moving his mouth lower past her shoulders. She broke the kiss and while he kissed her neck, she moaned, 'Not here. In the car!'

As this played out in front of me in real time, I sensed my heartbeat was elevated; no doubt working hard to pump blood to my swelling cock! All my imaginings and fantasies were turning into a rerun of reality.

While he opened the door, I moved past the windshield and filmed her climbing into the front seat. He went to the drivers door and slid in, with her kneeling. Waiting.

As soon as the door closed and he turned, she was on him. Kissing him again; picking up where they'd left off. He managed to lower the windows to help cool the car down. It was only gonna get hotter!

She unbuttoned his shirt. He opened her blouse again and slid her tube top down, freeing her breasts. She rose slightly and he groped, kissed and fondled her breasts. She eased her blouse off her shoulders and moaned, 'God yes! MMmmmm Yes! You like them?'