Having seen Wendy fucked by the window cleaner Jim a fortnight ago, in Part 3 of this story, without her knowing it, all I had to do was to somehow get her to agree to it. She had concluded by saying that the thought was "just in her imagination for now", implying she hadn't completely discounted the idea.
I now, somehow had to get them together, whilst not making it look too obvious. Not easy but this part tells you what I had in mind to achieve it, and whether I managed it or not.
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I had just finished fucking Wendy from behind, no bondage, no blindfold, but I pretended to be someone other than Jim or me. Wendy was usually submissive and definitely liked to be dominated and told what to do and so was now happy to be fucked by someone else in our role-play.
We had both cum and flopped onto the bed. With the warm up finished with I approached the core subject again.
"Is fucking Jim still in your imagination? Come any closer to thinking about it in reality" I asked her.
Wendy looked away and said "You know I don't want anyone but you. What might it do to 'us' if we did?"
She had a point. I often wondered whether it would affect "us", but it turned me on so much I was prepared to risk the consequences.
"Just wondered, " I replied, "it's just that you didn't say 'no'".
"I don't want to, no. Fantasy is one thing..." she trailed off, still unsure within herself.
I knew she liked him physically, they definitely flirted, and all I needed was an opportunity to turn that into a threesome. My biggest fear was that she would fuck him and not tell me!! The whole point for me was to SEE her getting fucked.
My mind and my plan were made up though. Wendy got really turned on by outdoor sex. She didn't get off on being caught or even seen but it was definitely more exciting doing it within feet of the general public.
We had done it in a national stadium, trains, parks, an outdoor swimming pool, even the back of a car whilst been driven somewhere!!
One of her favourite places was in the front gardens of some flats down a busy local road. This road was off the main high street in our town and the gardens were generally partly hidden by some thinning bushes that could be easily seen through. In the gardens that we chose at night time, with the streetlights on, it was easier to see the people walking by than for them to see us.
Tens, sometimes over a hundred people would walk home from bars, restaurants and the train station just feet from us, as we fucked up against trees or on the grass. Amazingly no one had ever gone into or out of the flats whose gardens we were in, as they would have caught us red handed.
I had spoken to Jim about how I was going to set it up. He was still very interested and was willing to do whatever it took.
I arranged a night out for Wendy and me at our favourite bar for a drink and a dance, and a fuck on the way home. It was to be just us, we weren't planning to meet anyone else..
It was a warm night. Wendy was wearing just a little clingy, but stretchy summer dress. It was a very short dress and as she had a 38DD chest it showed all her curves. Her breasts spilled outwards when she leant forward offering a view of her cleavage, and almost of her whole breasts if she bent right over. She finished off her outfit with some heels, making her look summery dress look a bit sexier. All she wore under her dress was a thong.
We had a few drinks at home before setting off, and as with most times when we went out to the bar we were going to leave it somewhere between "very tipsy" and "drunk", but never too drunk.
The bar was busy which made it easier to get very close on the dance floor. The heat and he drink made both of us feel pumped up, and there was a desire of lust between us when we started to dance.
I could feel the heat off Wendy as we got up close on the floor. It didn't take too long before we were grinding our lower bodies together. Wendy was in no doubt how excited I was as she felt my erection in my trousers (excited partly because of the dancing and partly because of what I had in mind for later). She looked the works and I couldn't keep my hands off her, brushing against her breasts at the slightest opportunity and moving my hand up her legs, under her short dress whenever possible.
During one dance whilst she was sideways onto me I placed my hand under her dress and gently up between her legs. I couldn't believe how hot and wet she felt as my fingers brushed against her lips. She felt on fire, and turned on as much as she had ever been on the dance floor.
I looked down her cleavage and the beads of sweat glistened on her tanned flesh. The top of her dress was so low that if it were any lower you would have seen the top of her nipples. As it was you could see her erect nipples peeping through the thin fabric, helped by the sweat that had dripped down making the top of her dress almost see-through from the wetness.
I couldn't wait to take her out of there to fuck her but now just wasn't the right time.
She was getting many admiring glances and a few offers to dance but rejected them all, until Jim came into the bar. A bit later than I hoped but having said "Hi" I let them have a few dances together. I noticed Wendy brushing herself up to Jim but he played it cool, not letting her think that he wanted to get too close to her, too soon.
After a couple of dances Jim told us that he had to leave as he was feeling a bit tired and had to collect some cleaning money on his way home.
Wendy and I stayed for a couple of more drinks, the first bought for us by a black guy at the other end of the bar. Having received the drinks it was too late to turn them down so we went over to say hello to him, just to be polite.
Looking at Wendy, not me, the black guy, about 6' 5", muscular and good looking, introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm Daryl. I couldn't help noticing you on the dance floor. I didn't realise you were married, I couldn't see the rings from here. In fact I thought you were both single after seeing you dance with the other guy that's just gone. Seeing as you have accepted my drink would you like a dance too?".
Wendy blushed, looked at me for my approval.
"Sure, fine by me" I said
Daryl and Wendy went off to the dance floor. My cock was now getting even bigger and harder. I could feel the pre-cum oozing out and wished I could take her here and now. My main concern was trying not to cum before we even got outside the bar.
Daryl surprised me when dancing. I thought he would be trying to get up close, but he was quite gentlemanly, standing off her and happy just to chat through the music.
They both came back to me at the bar. "You have a lovely wife, you are very lucky. I have just told her that if you ever feel you can't satisfy her then to give me a call. Unfortunately for me she turned me down. Never happened before, but there you go".
Well I was wrong about him acting 'gentlemanly' – tried to get in between her legs within a minute of meeting her. We finished our drinks and bid goodbye to Daryl.
"Good night – have a good time, see you soon" he replied.
Part of me was hoping we would see him again (helping me to service Wendy) but another part of me thought 'cocky bastard'.
As we left the bar Wendy told me what he had proposed to her.
"Straight away he asked me whether you satisfied me, had I had a black man before, what he would do with his tongue to my pussy, was I interested in meeting his friends and them putting on a show with me as the lead and you as the audience? What was he thinking?" she said.
