My wife Claire and I recently went on holiday to a Greek island. It was a chance to get away from it all and to let our hair down in the evenings. Halfway through the week we decided to go out to one of the livelier clubs on the island.
Claire got herself ready in the bathroom. When she came out I could see she was up for a wild night. She was wearing a short black skirt and a tight stretch top which showed off her fabulous D cup breasts. Her legs were encased in fishnet tights, the type with the large holes. Together with a pair of high heeled strappy sandals she looked exceedingly sexy. With her long blonde hair and her lips painted a hot pink, I knew she would draw a lot of attention.
The club was a lively place with a packed dance floor. We danced and drank until I needed a break. I told Claire I was going to sit down for a bit and she said she wanted to carry on dancing. I found a place to sit with a view of the dance floor. Within minutes there were men coming on to Claire. The first few she rejected by turning away from them, but then a tall bloke caught her attention. They brushed against each other, slowly getting closer.
Our fantasies usually centre around Claire being with another bloke and for a moment it crossed my mind this would be the ideal situation. During our sex sessions she recounts what she would let another bloke do to her. This invariably gets me very hard and squirting my spunk all over her.
By now their dancing had become nothing short of erotic. She had her back to him with her arse grinding into his crotch. His hands were running up and down her thighs as he pulled her tightly into his crotch. I looked on as his hands moved up and cupped her tits through her tight top, sliding over her fabulous orbs. His right hand then moved down her front and pressed her skirt between her legs. She parted her legs a little more, allowing him to press his hand further. The song ended and she turned and whispered in his ear before walking over to me.
"Did you enjoy the show?" she asked in a teasing voice. "I'm sorry darling I got a bit carried away, but I thought you'd like it, knowing what a kinky devil you are." I replied by sliding my hand under the table and between her legs. She wasn't wearing knickers! I could feel her wetness clinging to her trimmed pussy hairs. Here was my wife, normally shy and reserved, sitting in a club with nothing more than a pair of fishnet tights covering her pussy.
"Well you obviously enjoyed it," I replied, "I'm surprised you didn't go further."
"Did you want me to?" she asked. "Did you want to see your wife getting fondled by another man?"
"Yes," I breathed.
We stayed another hour at the club before deciding to go back to the apartment complex. When we got there I wasn't really surprised to see our new found friend waiting by the entrance to the complex. He introduced himself as Paul and I asked if he wanted to come in for a drink. My wife smirked and walked up the steps to our apartment giving Paul and I a fantastic view of her fishnet clad legs and shapely arse.
Once inside I made drinks while Claire sat on the sofa and invited Paul to join her there. I sat opposite giving me a great view of her legs as she crossed and uncrossed them, making her skirt ride up each time. We chatted idly about the resort until the subject got round to fashion. Paul commented that he loved the look of Claire's legs in fishnets. I think I surprised everyone in the room, including myself, by telling him to have a feel. This was different from her being touched up on the dance floor. This was in private and the fact that my wife was dressed in a cock teasing outfit, letting another man touch her up was very exciting. As he ran his hand up over her knee, Claire parted her legs until her pussy came into view. His hand continued up until it rested on her pussy mound. He kept it there, testing how far he could go. As there were no objections he leant forward and kissed Claire on the lips. As his hand started to rub up and down on her pussy, she pulled his head closer and slid her tongue into his mouth. At last our fantasy had become real and I was loving every minute of it. Judging by the moans from Claire as their tongues slid in and out of each other's mouths she was enjoying it too. Her hand reached out and rubbed the bulge in his trousers. As she unzipped his trousers, she stopped kissing to have a look.
"Oh my god this is naughty," she panted as Paul slid a finger into her slit. "A married woman being fondled while my husband watches." She turned to me with a glint in her eye,
"Sorry darling, I'm so turned on I don't think I can stop."
"I was banking on that," I replied. By now her hand was in his trousers and she pulled out a hefty cock that was rapidly hardening.
"Mmm, look what your naughty wife has found." Paul's fingers were slipping in and out of her pussy making her words barely audible. She closed her hand round his shaft and started to pump up and down. His cock was not as fat as mine, but it was about an inch or two longer.
"How about you lick my pussy," she breathed, "while I suck Paul's cock in front of you. Would you like that, watching your wife suck another cock?"
"Go for it," I said as Paul pulled his fingers from her cunt and I knelt between her legs. She spread them apart so that her skirt was now rucked up round her waist. Paul and I now had a full view of her fishnetclad legs right down to the sexy heels that were resting on my shoulders. I slid my tongue through one of the holes of her tights. I was amazed how wet she was, turned on by what she was doing. I ran my tongue over her slippery cunt lips before sticking it as deep as I could into her fuckhole. When I looked up I was greeted with the sight of Claire's hot pink lips wrapped round Paul's helmet.
