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24/05/2021
My first wife and I met in college, as 18yr olds, and were married at 20 ... neither of us had much previous experience and sex, wherever and whenever we felt the urge, was mindblowing! In time, inevitably, the novelty wore off and we became more adventurous, though still exclusively with each other. Of course we talked - and fantasised - about involving others, in particular another male, as you do, but in those pre-internet days we couldn't really imagine how it might come about. Or, for that matter, whether we really would want to should the opportunity arise ..!
We would often go to a monthly Folk night at an out of the way pub nearby; always a good night with a full house and just close enough to walk unsteadily home. On this occasion a particularly well supported trio were playing, drinks were flowing, the atmosphere was terrific and it was standing room only. Anne looked amazing in a loose cheesecloth blouse, a short wraparound skirt - the current fashion - and her long tanned legs attracting more than a few admiring glances as we got our drinks. Mischievously I whispered in her ear that I reckoned there were plenty of guys there who would be more than happy to have sex with her ... She blushed furiously, kissed me, and told me to behave ..
We were standing against the wall at the back of the room, pressed close by the crowd and enjoying the performance. I noticed Anne had a rather intense look on her face and leant in to her. She said that she had felt a hand on her bottom and, thinking it was me, had eased back and wriggled suggestively before realizing it wasn’t me but another guy close behind her!
Anne smiled nervously at me, obviously unsure how I’d react. As we looked at one another, I glanced down and could clearly see her nipples standing proud through the cheesecloth and realized the same thought was in both our minds …. Tentatively, I gave her a slow smile and slight shrug to let her know I was willing to take her lead.
After one more searching look in my eyes, she smiled mischievously, gave me the slightest of nods and placed her hand on my neck. Turning slightly, she smiled over her shoulder at the other guy and pulled me in for a kiss, easing back against him as she did and rolling her hips in time with the beat. As we came up for breath, I looked directly at him and winked; the slightly apprehensive look on his face dissolved into a delighted smile as Anne gently settled against him.
Shortly after, Anne gave us both a lovely smile and left for the ladies. At this point, none of us had openly acknowledged what was going on in the crush; we commented on the band, he offered that he was Ian, I told him we were Paul and Anne and agreed we were all enjoying ourselves very much ..
As Anne rejoined us, I noticed the overlap of her skirt was now at the back rather than the front and she had obviously removed her flimsy bra - something she had done a couple of times recently as she knew the effect it had on me. I told her Ian's name and as she reached up to peck him on the cheek he was clearly aware of her swollen nipples brushing his arm then pressing against his chest. Once more she faced the stage and leant back against Ian and I as we stood behind her .. I watched her close her eyes and smile dreamily as his hand wandered to her butt again. Casually, I put my hand on her other cheek and, unseen in the gently bobbing crush, drew the back of her skirt up and to one side as his hand gently roamed...
The look on his face was priceless, as his fingers suddenly encountered her soft warm cheeks - as mine must have been too, when I realised the french knickers she'd left home with were no longer present !! Turning briefly to me, she cheekily poked the tip of her tongue between her lips as she discreetly stroked my now throbbing cock, then casually brushed her other hand over the bulge in Ian’s jeans. By now the band were into their second set and I was getting my second wind .. I whispered in Anne's ear and she in turn stretched up against Ian and told him we were going outside for some fresh air. I felt dizzy as I saw her pressing her hand against his cock as she spoke.. I was in another dimension; nervous, horny, unsure if this was right but equally sure I didn't want it to stop ... I could sense Anne felt my nerves; she pulled my ear to her lips and whispered 'Don't worry ... it's fine ... I'm fine..'
As we walked down the corridor to the Pub's back door I told Anne to go on whilst I popped in the Gent's. I left the outer door ajar, and watched the corridor through the mirror above the basins; sure enough, a minute or two later, Ian made his way down the corridor and out the door. Unable to pee for the present due to my pulsing hard on, I waited for a few moments longer, then slipped out after them. Ian and Anne were standing close together, a little away from the door, and kissing enthusiastically .. Ian was facing away, and I saw Anne was waiting for me to appear. She sent me a questioning look, with a trace of smirk, and, as before, I shrugged and smiled to let her know she could take things as far as she wanted to ....
A grassy path led from the pub to some outbuildings further along and as I watched, Ian unaware, Anne took his hand and led him further from the pub. They reached the sheds and Anne turned, kissed him deeply, then drew him off the path behind a garage. I heard Ian ask where I was, plainly a little apprehensive, and heard Anne reassure him as she pulled his head down for another kiss.
As I moved closer I could easily see them in the light of a solitary streetlamp; their kissing had become passionate and I could clearly see Ian's hands squeezing and exploring her lovely naked bottom, her skirt now bunched around her waist . I could see Anne’s hands working at the buttons between them and caught my breath as her shirt drifted to the ground .... At 24, her 36 c breasts were still firm, full and proud, gleaming palely in the lamplight; as she registered my presence, her hand moved to her waist and the tiny skirt fell to the grass …
It was almost surreal watching them; Anne, now completely naked, gently sighing and involuntarily arching her back as Ian greedily tongued her breasts, the saliva on her nipples glistening silvery in the lamplight. I fumbled urgently to release my straining cock from my jeans and desperately struggled for control, as the darker fingers against her smooth white bottom gradually moved down and disappeared between her cheeks … The urge to release was unbearable as I saw Anne undoing Ian's belt and zip whilst he kissed and sucked at her round, pale glowing breasts ... As his lips moved from one breast to the other, a nipple momentarily became visible; from it's swollen distended state it was clear that whatever doubts were in her head, her body was very sure ...
Ian's jean's were at his knees, his cock was in her hand ; my knees trembled uncontrollably as I drank in the sight of my lovely young wife, completely naked and exposed, with another man - mere yards from a crowded pub - and about to wank him .. make him come .. before my eyes! How naive was I? Still holding him, without a word, Anne looked up in his eyes, sank to her knees .. and without releasing his gaze put her tongue to his cock, tentatively licking around the tip … I watched unbelievingly as she guided it between her lips and couldn’t contain myself as a helpless moan escaped me. Anne didn't even look around - simply held out her hand, beckoned me to them, and grasped my cock as I watched, mesmerised, her head rising and falling rythmically on Ian's cock.
The touch of her hand was all it took - what little control I had vanished and I came like never before .. thick ropes of cum festooning those lovely tits. Like a chain reaction, Ian's hips bucked and Anne coughed as his first convulsion hit her throat, jerking back and looking in my eyes as the rest of his efforts joined with mine on her chest …
The stunned silence was suddenly broken by a soft clapping of hands … a frantic look around revealed a previously unseen older guy in the shadows grinning widely as he openly stroked his cock. In a panic, Anne grabbed her clothes from the ground and scampered naked up the lane as Ian darted off in another direction. Hastily dressing at the back of the car park, she grabbed my hand and dragged me back home, collapsing in giggles as I unlocked the door.
Anne and I didn’t see Ian again for some time, but the cork was finally out of the bottle and we didn’t look back! If you enjoyed this reminiscence, I may post more …
We would often go to a monthly Folk night at an out of the way pub nearby; always a good night with a full house and just close enough to walk unsteadily home. On this occasion a particularly well supported trio were playing, drinks were flowing, the atmosphere was terrific and it was standing room only. Anne looked amazing in a loose cheesecloth blouse, a short wraparound skirt - the current fashion - and her long tanned legs attracting more than a few admiring glances as we got our drinks. Mischievously I whispered in her ear that I reckoned there were plenty of guys there who would be more than happy to have sex with her ... She blushed furiously, kissed me, and told me to behave ..
We were standing against the wall at the back of the room, pressed close by the crowd and enjoying the performance. I noticed Anne had a rather intense look on her face and leant in to her. She said that she had felt a hand on her bottom and, thinking it was me, had eased back and wriggled suggestively before realizing it wasn’t me but another guy close behind her!
Anne smiled nervously at me, obviously unsure how I’d react. As we looked at one another, I glanced down and could clearly see her nipples standing proud through the cheesecloth and realized the same thought was in both our minds …. Tentatively, I gave her a slow smile and slight shrug to let her know I was willing to take her lead.
After one more searching look in my eyes, she smiled mischievously, gave me the slightest of nods and placed her hand on my neck. Turning slightly, she smiled over her shoulder at the other guy and pulled me in for a kiss, easing back against him as she did and rolling her hips in time with the beat. As we came up for breath, I looked directly at him and winked; the slightly apprehensive look on his face dissolved into a delighted smile as Anne gently settled against him.
Shortly after, Anne gave us both a lovely smile and left for the ladies. At this point, none of us had openly acknowledged what was going on in the crush; we commented on the band, he offered that he was Ian, I told him we were Paul and Anne and agreed we were all enjoying ourselves very much ..
As Anne rejoined us, I noticed the overlap of her skirt was now at the back rather than the front and she had obviously removed her flimsy bra - something she had done a couple of times recently as she knew the effect it had on me. I told her Ian's name and as she reached up to peck him on the cheek he was clearly aware of her swollen nipples brushing his arm then pressing against his chest. Once more she faced the stage and leant back against Ian and I as we stood behind her .. I watched her close her eyes and smile dreamily as his hand wandered to her butt again. Casually, I put my hand on her other cheek and, unseen in the gently bobbing crush, drew the back of her skirt up and to one side as his hand gently roamed...
The look on his face was priceless, as his fingers suddenly encountered her soft warm cheeks - as mine must have been too, when I realised the french knickers she'd left home with were no longer present !! Turning briefly to me, she cheekily poked the tip of her tongue between her lips as she discreetly stroked my now throbbing cock, then casually brushed her other hand over the bulge in Ian’s jeans. By now the band were into their second set and I was getting my second wind .. I whispered in Anne's ear and she in turn stretched up against Ian and told him we were going outside for some fresh air. I felt dizzy as I saw her pressing her hand against his cock as she spoke.. I was in another dimension; nervous, horny, unsure if this was right but equally sure I didn't want it to stop ... I could sense Anne felt my nerves; she pulled my ear to her lips and whispered 'Don't worry ... it's fine ... I'm fine..'
As we walked down the corridor to the Pub's back door I told Anne to go on whilst I popped in the Gent's. I left the outer door ajar, and watched the corridor through the mirror above the basins; sure enough, a minute or two later, Ian made his way down the corridor and out the door. Unable to pee for the present due to my pulsing hard on, I waited for a few moments longer, then slipped out after them. Ian and Anne were standing close together, a little away from the door, and kissing enthusiastically .. Ian was facing away, and I saw Anne was waiting for me to appear. She sent me a questioning look, with a trace of smirk, and, as before, I shrugged and smiled to let her know she could take things as far as she wanted to ....
A grassy path led from the pub to some outbuildings further along and as I watched, Ian unaware, Anne took his hand and led him further from the pub. They reached the sheds and Anne turned, kissed him deeply, then drew him off the path behind a garage. I heard Ian ask where I was, plainly a little apprehensive, and heard Anne reassure him as she pulled his head down for another kiss.
As I moved closer I could easily see them in the light of a solitary streetlamp; their kissing had become passionate and I could clearly see Ian's hands squeezing and exploring her lovely naked bottom, her skirt now bunched around her waist . I could see Anne’s hands working at the buttons between them and caught my breath as her shirt drifted to the ground .... At 24, her 36 c breasts were still firm, full and proud, gleaming palely in the lamplight; as she registered my presence, her hand moved to her waist and the tiny skirt fell to the grass …
It was almost surreal watching them; Anne, now completely naked, gently sighing and involuntarily arching her back as Ian greedily tongued her breasts, the saliva on her nipples glistening silvery in the lamplight. I fumbled urgently to release my straining cock from my jeans and desperately struggled for control, as the darker fingers against her smooth white bottom gradually moved down and disappeared between her cheeks … The urge to release was unbearable as I saw Anne undoing Ian's belt and zip whilst he kissed and sucked at her round, pale glowing breasts ... As his lips moved from one breast to the other, a nipple momentarily became visible; from it's swollen distended state it was clear that whatever doubts were in her head, her body was very sure ...
Ian's jean's were at his knees, his cock was in her hand ; my knees trembled uncontrollably as I drank in the sight of my lovely young wife, completely naked and exposed, with another man - mere yards from a crowded pub - and about to wank him .. make him come .. before my eyes! How naive was I? Still holding him, without a word, Anne looked up in his eyes, sank to her knees .. and without releasing his gaze put her tongue to his cock, tentatively licking around the tip … I watched unbelievingly as she guided it between her lips and couldn’t contain myself as a helpless moan escaped me. Anne didn't even look around - simply held out her hand, beckoned me to them, and grasped my cock as I watched, mesmerised, her head rising and falling rythmically on Ian's cock.
The touch of her hand was all it took - what little control I had vanished and I came like never before .. thick ropes of cum festooning those lovely tits. Like a chain reaction, Ian's hips bucked and Anne coughed as his first convulsion hit her throat, jerking back and looking in my eyes as the rest of his efforts joined with mine on her chest …
The stunned silence was suddenly broken by a soft clapping of hands … a frantic look around revealed a previously unseen older guy in the shadows grinning widely as he openly stroked his cock. In a panic, Anne grabbed her clothes from the ground and scampered naked up the lane as Ian darted off in another direction. Hastily dressing at the back of the car park, she grabbed my hand and dragged me back home, collapsing in giggles as I unlocked the door.
Anne and I didn’t see Ian again for some time, but the cork was finally out of the bottle and we didn’t look back! If you enjoyed this reminiscence, I may post more …
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