WIFE'S LUNCH DATE By Jeb Stuart
Ray, trying to rekindle some the wild spirit of the past in his wife, recently bought her a couple of new outfits which included the shortest of short, pleated skirts. Julie was appreciative of the gesture but conservative in how she liked to dress in public, especially at work.
Ray knew, however, that it would be just a matter of time before the mood struck his lovely 30-year-old wife and she would wear one of the skirts. Recalling how she looked when she tried them on, he knew that even- tually her male co-workers, and anybody else she ran into, would share his pleasure. She was a beautiful woman and he was proud to have other men lust after what they couldn't actually have. The skirts just barely covered her butt, and when she'd bend over even slightly, the mystery was all but over. Ray liked showing off his wife who had a petite but shapely body, shoulder length black hair, a pleasant smile and big dark eyes. In fact, it was one of Ray's fantasies to have another man physically approach Julie.
Then one day, after the skirts had sat in the closet untouched for weeks, Julie called home and asked her husband whether he thought it was all right for her to have lunch with one of her older bosses that afternoon. She said he had been inviting her to lunch for weeks and she didn't want to keep turning him down.
Ray thought about it for a minute, and though he could guess what was on this man's mind, he allowed Julie to accept the latest invitation and told her to have a great time and not to "turn the guy on too much."
When Ray got off the phone, he decided to check the closet to see if on the off chance Julie might have worn one of those short skirts to work that day. Sure enough, the black and white skirt was missing. Julie told Ray where she'd be having lunch, hinting that maybe it would be a good idea if he too went to the restaurant. At first he didn't get it. But now Ray was putting it all together. Julie was obviously in a play- ful mood and willing to satisfy one of her husband's fantasies.
Ray waited in the parking lot for his wife and her old boss to arrive. They pulled up in a black BMW. The man, who looked to be in his 50s, was very well dressed.
Julie appeared not to be wearing any stockings or pantyhose; only the skirt, white blouse and ankle high black granny boots. She had wonderfully dark skin and usually didn't need to wear hose to enhance the appearance of her shapely legs. Still, with the skirt that short, Ray was surprised to find her bare-legged.
The couple walked across the parking lot. Julie, seeing Ray sitting in his car about 20 feet away, dropped her keys. With her back facing Ray, she quickly bent over to reveal to him that she wasn't wearing anything under the skirt. Ray was stunned. Later that night, Julie told Ray all about her lunch time conversation.
The man, whose name was Walter, was obviously interest- ed in having an encounter with her. He complimented her body, told her about his near frigid wife and even placed a hand high on her thigh in his car on the ride back to their office. Julie said she let him keep his hand there for a couple of seconds before shifting her legs so that he'd pull it away.
"Did he know you weren't wearing panties?" said Ray.
"He asked me that... and I couldn't lie, even though I was somewhat embarrassed," she said. "So what did he say?"
Julie paused and looked away. "He said he wanted to see, no, feel if that were true. I must admit, the whole thing was scary, but I was so horny, and so wet by then that I think I left a spot on the seat of his expensive car."
"Yeah, but what happened? Did he touch you?" Ray asked.
"Remember, you've always said it was okay, right?" she asked nervously.
"Yeah, right...just tell me all of it Julie. Tell me how you felt."
"Okay," she said, taking a deep breath. "When he asked, I hesitated at first. But then he placed his hand back on my leg, more towards the inside, and this time I just melted. I don't think I said a word, but I felt my legs open slightly, almost involuntarily. Then he moved his hand up just an inch or so from my crotch and stop- ped. I wasn't sure why. I thought maybe he was chicken- ing out. So I just took his wrist and moved his hand right between my legs.
Gosh, it felt so strange. And I was afraid he was going to crash this nice car. But he just massaged my pussy for a minute or two and I could see the bulge in his pants. I was leaning back in the seat, my legs now wide open watching his fingers slide in and out of me. Luckily it was a real isolated stretch of road we were on, about 10 minutes from the office."
"Unbelievable!" Ray said. "Did you want to...?" "I almost felt obligated to at that point," said Julie. "Walter asked if I would touch him. I didn't want to do it while he was driving, so I asked him to pull over. He found the perfect spot about 100 yards off the main road, beside some cornfield. I also told him that I'd do it if we could pretend afterwards that nothing had ever happened. I guess being that he was married for years and pretty high up in the company, he had more to lose than me. So he was certainly agreeable.
Anyway, he pulls over and continues playing with me, slipping his hands under my blouse and stuff. He even went down on me when I placed the seat as far back as it would go. On one hand I couldn't believe how easily and fast this was happening, and on the other hand I was hoping it wouldn't go too far. I really didn't want to fuck him, but I was enjoying all the foreplay and was afraid I wouldn't be able to say no.
Then it came time for me to undo his pants. He asked me if I would give him a blowjob. Earlier in the restaurant he hinted that his wife only did it once or twice in their entire marriage. Again, I just couldn't stop. His wanting me so bad, combined with his polite, mature approach just made me feel like it was okay somehow.
So after playing with his nice cock for a minute or two, I just lowered my head onto his lap and slid my lips down onto him." "You had this guy's cock in your mouth?" said Ray.
"How did that feel. I mean, you're with somebody entirely new for the first time in years."
"Yeah, it was strange," she said. "He was smaller than you, smelled different. But he was so much under my power, so appreciative, that I was getting off just doing it to him. With each step I wondered what next. Would he come right away? What was I going to do if he did? Stuff like that." "OK, you have to tell me, did you fuck him?" asked Ray.
Julie smiled and twirled her hair. "Gosh, you're impatient. I'm getting to that. I didn't want it to go that far earlier, but he was good and I was really enjoying it, even though we were in the front seats of a car. I know it started out just as a kick, and you've encouraged me so many times to do something like this -- well I was actually getting off on it now. And, yes, I wanted to feel him inside me."
Ray was hard as a rock at this point. His heart was beating rapidly as he anticipated hearing from his wife how she gave herself totally to another man. "Walter is just the kind of older guy that evokes trust," said Julie. "I knew no matter when I said stop, he was going to stop. Funny thing is, that made me want to go further. I suggested we go into the back seat where we'd have more room. At that point I knew I was going to fuck him.
He was still hard and I told him that I wanted to sit on his cock. He was sitting in the middle of the seat and I just kind of climbed aboard, guiding his dick into me slowly with my right hand. At first it was slow and erotic as I studied the expressions on his face. Then, seeing that he had some staying power, I began to really ride him hard. He kept a tight grip on my ass."
Julie continued the story now in hushed tones as Ray began fondling her breasts on the sofa. "Keep talking," he said softly. "I want you so bad. I want to see where this pussy has been today."
"He came so hard, so deep inside me," she said. "It was like he hadn't been fucked in years."
"Show me baby," said Ray. "Show me where he came."
Julie leaned back on the sofa, spreading her legs and separating her shaven pussy lips said, "Here, inside me."
Ray went down on her and began tickling her clit with his tongue.
"Oh, I hope you can forgive me," she said. "I thought it's what you wanted. Did I enjoy it too much? Is this going to change things?"
"No, no way, I am glad you did it," said Ray.
"What a day," she said between moans as her husband licked away at her clit. "All I want now is for you to fuck me Ray." With that said, Ray plunged into her.
Julie came immediately and often. "Next time you wear one of those skirts, I'll know what you're up to," Ray said. "Tell me how much you liked being a fuck doll."
"I loved it," she said softly as Ray continue his attention to his wife's body.
"Tell me more," he said.
"I loved feeling his cock in me," she said. "He wanted me so bad. I was so wet from his desire. I felt like such a slut sitting there with his hand up my skirt, just soaking from the time I got in his car. I really didn't think I could do it. I really didn't think I could let go like that with someone else."
A couple days later, Ray was getting ready to go to work at noon when he noticed the other short skirt missing from Julie's wardrobe. Just then the phone rang. It was his wife...
Ray, trying to rekindle some the wild spirit of the past in his wife, recently bought her a couple of new outfits which included the shortest of short, pleated skirts. Julie was appreciative of the gesture but conservative in how she liked to dress in public, especially at work.
Ray knew, however, that it would be just a matter of time before the mood struck his lovely 30-year-old wife and she would wear one of the skirts. Recalling how she looked when she tried them on, he knew that even- tually her male co-workers, and anybody else she ran into, would share his pleasure. She was a beautiful woman and he was proud to have other men lust after what they couldn't actually have. The skirts just barely covered her butt, and when she'd bend over even slightly, the mystery was all but over. Ray liked showing off his wife who had a petite but shapely body, shoulder length black hair, a pleasant smile and big dark eyes. In fact, it was one of Ray's fantasies to have another man physically approach Julie.
Then one day, after the skirts had sat in the closet untouched for weeks, Julie called home and asked her husband whether he thought it was all right for her to have lunch with one of her older bosses that afternoon. She said he had been inviting her to lunch for weeks and she didn't want to keep turning him down.
Ray thought about it for a minute, and though he could guess what was on this man's mind, he allowed Julie to accept the latest invitation and told her to have a great time and not to "turn the guy on too much."
When Ray got off the phone, he decided to check the closet to see if on the off chance Julie might have worn one of those short skirts to work that day. Sure enough, the black and white skirt was missing. Julie told Ray where she'd be having lunch, hinting that maybe it would be a good idea if he too went to the restaurant. At first he didn't get it. But now Ray was putting it all together. Julie was obviously in a play- ful mood and willing to satisfy one of her husband's fantasies.
Ray waited in the parking lot for his wife and her old boss to arrive. They pulled up in a black BMW. The man, who looked to be in his 50s, was very well dressed.
Julie appeared not to be wearing any stockings or pantyhose; only the skirt, white blouse and ankle high black granny boots. She had wonderfully dark skin and usually didn't need to wear hose to enhance the appearance of her shapely legs. Still, with the skirt that short, Ray was surprised to find her bare-legged.
The couple walked across the parking lot. Julie, seeing Ray sitting in his car about 20 feet away, dropped her keys. With her back facing Ray, she quickly bent over to reveal to him that she wasn't wearing anything under the skirt. Ray was stunned. Later that night, Julie told Ray all about her lunch time conversation.
The man, whose name was Walter, was obviously interest- ed in having an encounter with her. He complimented her body, told her about his near frigid wife and even placed a hand high on her thigh in his car on the ride back to their office. Julie said she let him keep his hand there for a couple of seconds before shifting her legs so that he'd pull it away.
"Did he know you weren't wearing panties?" said Ray.
"He asked me that... and I couldn't lie, even though I was somewhat embarrassed," she said. "So what did he say?"
Julie paused and looked away. "He said he wanted to see, no, feel if that were true. I must admit, the whole thing was scary, but I was so horny, and so wet by then that I think I left a spot on the seat of his expensive car."
"Yeah, but what happened? Did he touch you?" Ray asked.
"Remember, you've always said it was okay, right?" she asked nervously.
"Yeah, right...just tell me all of it Julie. Tell me how you felt."
"Okay," she said, taking a deep breath. "When he asked, I hesitated at first. But then he placed his hand back on my leg, more towards the inside, and this time I just melted. I don't think I said a word, but I felt my legs open slightly, almost involuntarily. Then he moved his hand up just an inch or so from my crotch and stop- ped. I wasn't sure why. I thought maybe he was chicken- ing out. So I just took his wrist and moved his hand right between my legs.
Gosh, it felt so strange. And I was afraid he was going to crash this nice car. But he just massaged my pussy for a minute or two and I could see the bulge in his pants. I was leaning back in the seat, my legs now wide open watching his fingers slide in and out of me. Luckily it was a real isolated stretch of road we were on, about 10 minutes from the office."
"Unbelievable!" Ray said. "Did you want to...?" "I almost felt obligated to at that point," said Julie. "Walter asked if I would touch him. I didn't want to do it while he was driving, so I asked him to pull over. He found the perfect spot about 100 yards off the main road, beside some cornfield. I also told him that I'd do it if we could pretend afterwards that nothing had ever happened. I guess being that he was married for years and pretty high up in the company, he had more to lose than me. So he was certainly agreeable.
Anyway, he pulls over and continues playing with me, slipping his hands under my blouse and stuff. He even went down on me when I placed the seat as far back as it would go. On one hand I couldn't believe how easily and fast this was happening, and on the other hand I was hoping it wouldn't go too far. I really didn't want to fuck him, but I was enjoying all the foreplay and was afraid I wouldn't be able to say no.
Then it came time for me to undo his pants. He asked me if I would give him a blowjob. Earlier in the restaurant he hinted that his wife only did it once or twice in their entire marriage. Again, I just couldn't stop. His wanting me so bad, combined with his polite, mature approach just made me feel like it was okay somehow.
So after playing with his nice cock for a minute or two, I just lowered my head onto his lap and slid my lips down onto him." "You had this guy's cock in your mouth?" said Ray.
"How did that feel. I mean, you're with somebody entirely new for the first time in years."
"Yeah, it was strange," she said. "He was smaller than you, smelled different. But he was so much under my power, so appreciative, that I was getting off just doing it to him. With each step I wondered what next. Would he come right away? What was I going to do if he did? Stuff like that." "OK, you have to tell me, did you fuck him?" asked Ray.
Julie smiled and twirled her hair. "Gosh, you're impatient. I'm getting to that. I didn't want it to go that far earlier, but he was good and I was really enjoying it, even though we were in the front seats of a car. I know it started out just as a kick, and you've encouraged me so many times to do something like this -- well I was actually getting off on it now. And, yes, I wanted to feel him inside me."
Ray was hard as a rock at this point. His heart was beating rapidly as he anticipated hearing from his wife how she gave herself totally to another man. "Walter is just the kind of older guy that evokes trust," said Julie. "I knew no matter when I said stop, he was going to stop. Funny thing is, that made me want to go further. I suggested we go into the back seat where we'd have more room. At that point I knew I was going to fuck him.
He was still hard and I told him that I wanted to sit on his cock. He was sitting in the middle of the seat and I just kind of climbed aboard, guiding his dick into me slowly with my right hand. At first it was slow and erotic as I studied the expressions on his face. Then, seeing that he had some staying power, I began to really ride him hard. He kept a tight grip on my ass."
Julie continued the story now in hushed tones as Ray began fondling her breasts on the sofa. "Keep talking," he said softly. "I want you so bad. I want to see where this pussy has been today."
"He came so hard, so deep inside me," she said. "It was like he hadn't been fucked in years."
"Show me baby," said Ray. "Show me where he came."
Julie leaned back on the sofa, spreading her legs and separating her shaven pussy lips said, "Here, inside me."
Ray went down on her and began tickling her clit with his tongue.
"Oh, I hope you can forgive me," she said. "I thought it's what you wanted. Did I enjoy it too much? Is this going to change things?"
"No, no way, I am glad you did it," said Ray.
"What a day," she said between moans as her husband licked away at her clit. "All I want now is for you to fuck me Ray." With that said, Ray plunged into her.
Julie came immediately and often. "Next time you wear one of those skirts, I'll know what you're up to," Ray said. "Tell me how much you liked being a fuck doll."
"I loved it," she said softly as Ray continue his attention to his wife's body.
"Tell me more," he said.
"I loved feeling his cock in me," she said. "He wanted me so bad. I was so wet from his desire. I felt like such a slut sitting there with his hand up my skirt, just soaking from the time I got in his car. I really didn't think I could do it. I really didn't think I could let go like that with someone else."
A couple days later, Ray was getting ready to go to work at noon when he noticed the other short skirt missing from Julie's wardrobe. Just then the phone rang. It was his wife...
