It was a rare night out for them. In to town, a meal, a few drinks and a dance, finally to the casino for a turn on the roulette wheel.
She was wearing a new zebra print skirt: short and tight, emphasising her butt. A pair of pointed toe black boots, which reached to just below her knee, leaving between the skirt and boot a stretch of tanned thigh. Underneath was a black g-string. Her top was white, low cut and tight, and an uplift bra emphasised her breasts. She looked great and he knew that the men in town that saw her would agree, as they always did.
They had ordered a taxi for 7.30. They had arranged for the taxi to collect them from their local pub. They both sat in the back and told the driver their destination. He saw the driver adjust his rear view mirror and watched as the man eyed his wife up. He felt the usual feelings knife through his stomach; jealousy and pride and lust, it turned him on seeing the effect his wife had on other men.
They paid the driver and he gave them a card in case they needed a cab later. "He reminded me of a bit of Justin Timberlake," she said as they made their way to a bar, "same eyes and mouth." She had the hots for young Justin.
They had a few drinks then made their way to a restaurant. She had her favourite : prawns to start, then a steak. He had mushrooms and a steak. They shared a bottle of red wine. Red wine always had quite an effect on her and by the time they left the restaurant, she was a little drunk.
They walked hand in hand to the next bar; it had music and a dance floor. They had a few more drinks and danced. She pushed herself against him and whispered "I'm horny." He was too. He could see men looking appreciatively at his wife. They had never involved anyone else in their lovemaking, but they had fantasised about another man joining them and fucking her, for him it was a serious turn on. He had tried to analyse why he had this fantasy; (it also seemed a common one for many men). He knew he wanted to watch, for him it was seeing his wife get pleasure, seeing her come, and watching her face as she did. Watching herself lose all her inhibitions and turn into a sex mad woman, this was want he wanted. Needed.
He rubbed his hands down her back then across the inside of her thigh, he felt her shiver and felt his penis begin too swell. "We'll have quick gamble and drink at the casino then go." She nodded in agreement. They left the club and walked the short distance to the casino. On the way they stopped in a shop doorway and he kissed her deeply. He ran his hands over her butt then up to her breasts. She dropped her hand to his crotch and squeezed gently. "Don't " he laughed, "everyone will be able to see my hard on."
They signed into the casino and went to the bar; she had a port he had a vodka and tonic. He was not a big gambler, he occasionally spent a few pounds on the roulette, and he knew his limits. He checked his wallet; inside was a twenty and two tens, enough for a bet and the cab home. His wife sat at the bar while he gambled, she wasn't keen and felt the money could be better spent. Tonight he lost the twenty quickly; there was no sign of his lucky numbers. At this stage he would usually shrug, smile sheepishly and wife and go home, but tonight he decided to change the remaining twenty for chips, and promptly lost again.
He made his way back to his wife and told her the bad news. There was a flash of anger in her eyes. He apologised and explained it was probably because of the booze. He'd make it up to her at home and said he'd pop round to the cash point and get the taxi fare and an extra 20 for her to buy something nice. She smiled and said she forgave him as long as he used his smooth tongue for more serious business later. He ordered her another drink and made his way to the bank. Unfortunately the machine was out of order. It stated that "all machines were out due to a technical fault."
Back at the casino he explained. He suggested that they phone the taxi firm that they had used earlier, he was sure that he had money in the house and would pay him with that.
They went outside and waited, they had been told the cab was on its way. When it arrived he could see it was the cab driver from earlier, the one his wife had fancied. The knife pricked at his stomach. "Back to where I collected you?" enquired the driver. "Yes" they replied in unison.
As the cab got under way she snuggled up close to him. "I want you to fuck me," she said. It was a bit loud for a whisper and he saw the driver turn to look, almost as if he thought she was talking to him. He again adjusted his mirror. She had her legs crossed and the skirt had risen high up her leg almost to her butt. "I think you are distracting Justin," he said to her. " I know something that will really distract him," she said with a smile. She uncrossed her legs and widened them. The skirt rode up her thighs revealing her g-string. Using her left middle finger she pulled the underwear to one side, showing her shaved pussy. She then leaned back in the seat and pushed her hips forward. The driver almost lost control of the car, his eyes was not on the road. She slipped the middle finger of her right hand in to her mouth, making it moist. Then she slipped her middle and ring finger between her thighs and began rubbing at her lips, parting them, then sliding her fingers between the lips and began masturbating. Slowly in and out.
Both men, for different reasons, were stunned by what they could see. Her husband felt the knife turn in his guts. He was watching his wife perform the sluttiest thing he had ever seen. He wanted to tell her stop, but couldn't. He was mesmerised. He had fantasised about this a million times, but to see the fantasy fulfilled?
The driver felt confusion. Was this a kinky game, a tease that this couple got off on? Or was there going to be more? He pulled the car into the pub car-park. It was dark; the pub had closed hours ago.
She spoke to them both. "One of you is going to fuck me tonight." She turned to her husband. "You will fuck me," she paused and smiled at her husband, "you will take me home and fuck me if the driver does not have a condom. If he has a condom he will fuck me." She continued masturbating, smiling as she looked at the stunned men's faces as they contemplated what she had said. Her husband was torn; did he want the driver to have a condom on him? Did he want to see the woman he loved fucked by another man right here in the car in front of him? Deep inside he knew the answer.
The driver reached across to the glove compartment and opened it. After a few seconds of rummaging around he gave a quiet but triumphant " Yes." He turned to face the couple, showing the shiny packaged condom he had found. He too was considering what to do. He had found the condom and he did want to fuck this woman. He was married but he was so turned on by what was happening. The woman was gorgeous, he just wanted to fuck her, had done since he had picked the couple up earlier that evening.
The woman removed her fingers from her wet hole and leant forward to whisper in the driver's ear. "Congratulations. You are now going to fuck me; I want your cock in me and want you to fuck me hard and fast. I want to feel every inch of you deep inside me, hard and solid, ramming into my soaking wet pussy." She turned to her husband. "And you are going to watch me get a good fucking." He nodded; she was now in control, he knew he would just follow her lead in whatever she intended to do.