Steve, my husband, loves me to wear tarty, slutty things and recently bought me a sheer nightdress/teddy that looks like a French maids outfit...comes with a tiny thong and it's little more than some see through black nylon trimmed with white lace...Primark, a fiver...he added some hold ups and I got a very thorough fucking the first night I wore it for him...we joked about me wearing it to serve dinner for him!
Last weekend he went out on the Saturday night to meet a mate but said that he wouldn't be long, just a couple of pints...and gave my arse and tits a good mauling as he kissed me goodbye, telling me that he's be seeing me later, leaving me in no doubt that he fancied a shag. He had been gone about an hour when he sent me a text telling me that he would be back by 10 and to be wearing something slutty when he got in as 'I have a hard on up to my eyebrows.' Now, I don't know about you, but I love the anticipation of sex almost as much as the act, so I wasted no time in slipping into my new maid's outfit and matching stockings...I turned the heating up and got myself a large whiskey and put one of my favourite lesbo porn DVD's on. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror in my skimpy outfit, big nipples poking through the material and the tiny thong barely covering my pussy and knew that Steve wouldn't waste any time in shagging me senseless once he got home.
He sent me a couple more texts asking if my pussy was wet, had I been 'fingering my slutty hole' (I had!) and telling me how big and hard his cock was and how he was going to ram it up my cunt while he watched match of the day! As you can imagine I was in quite a state by the time I heard his key in the door and was just giving my nipples a firm tweak when he walked in...followed by a young guy I had never seen before! I immediately started to cover myself up with my hands as best as I could - almost impossible given what I was wearing - before a sharp glance from Steve stopped me. So, I took a deep breath and kept my hands by my side as the lad's eyes feasted on my as good as naked tits.
"Jane, this is Ryan, he has just started working at our place as an apprentice and I thought I'd buy him a couple of pints to make him feel welcome...and it was his 18th last week after all."
Now, I may have told you that I do like younger girls...but I don't think I mentioned that I like younger guys too...and although Ryan may have been 18 he certainly looked younger...and my pussy started twitching at the thought of getting my hands on him which was surely what Steve had in mind! Steve took a very bemused looking Ryan's coat and told him to sit down on the sofa, which he managed to do without looking at me...his face was scarlet by now as you can imagine but I caught a furtive glance in my direction as Steve came back into the room.
"C'mon Jane", he said "How about a drink for our guest, lets have a whiskey, make them large ones - I know how you like large ones!"
He said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world to have your half naked wife serve drinks to strangers. I slowly stood up, sticking my tits out (and as a 36E they do stick out) and sucking my tummy in before walking into the kitchen. My hands were shaking as I poured the drinks into two glasses. I took a long gulp from the bottle for myself before taking them into the lounge. I passed one to Steve before standing in front of Ryan. I leant forward so that my big tits rolled around inside the thin material as I handed the other drink to him, almost taking his eye out with my swollen nipples.
They were sitting either end of the sofa and although there was a gap between them, I went and sat on the chair almost opposite. Steve gestured with his glass towards the TV where a busty blonde had three fingers deep inside a young black girl's pussy and was licking her clit.
"Do you like porn Ryan? Jane loves it; particularly girl-girl stuff like this, bet it was getting you really turned on wasn't it?"
I could only nod in agreement, unsure as I was who was most embarrassed, me or Ryan.
"Bet you had your hands in your knickers as well didn't you? I know what you are like."
Again, I could only nod, wondering where he was going with this line of conversation.
I soon found out.
Steve stood up and came over to my chair before dropping to one knee in front of me. He reached forward and ran his hands up the outside of my thighs, his fingers stretched forward until they found the thin elastic of my tiny thong which he then pulled firmly down and off. He pushed my thighs wide apart, hooking my legs over the arms of the chair as my bottom and pussy edged forward leaving me spread wide. I don't think that I have ever felt as vulnerable or as turned on in my life before. I looked up at Ryan, his gaze firmly fixed between my legs. Freshly shaved and recently fingered, my pussy was obviously wet, the pink inner lips poking out invitingly and I could almost feel the heat from his eyes as they burned into me. Steve picked up my right hand and placed it gently against the swollen lips of my pussy.