Lusting after George Pt. 03

Angela is waiting for me when I get home from work and she is dressed like a total vamp. Short, tight red dress, sweeping neckline, high heels and seamed stockings.

"I went shopping. Do you like it?"

Do I like her get up she asks? Of course I do. I kiss her deeply, run my hand up under her skirt and find a pair of French knickers. I rub my fingers across the crotch and find them soaked. What is a man to do? I swivel her around, bend her over the couch facing the big TV and the almost as big mirror newly added so she can see herself being fucked. I slide the crotch of the knickers aside and start stroking her clit, causing her to moan. I grab her hair and pull her hair up so she is looking directly at the big mirror and seeing herself bent over waiting to be fucked.

"A simple yes or no would have been sufficient!"

"I am not finished with my appraisal, slut!"

Six months ago this would have gotten me into serious trouble, now it seems to excite her.

"Yes. I am a slut. Fuck me."

Which is what I do, hard and fast. We both watch the action in the big mirror. It is, I must tell you very exciting so I don't last very long. Having dumped a good load of cum in her pussy, I help her stand up.

"What prompted this shopping expedition? Which I must tell you is a definitely good, sexy addition to your hotwife ensemble. Do you have something or someone in mind?"

She hesitates for a moment.

"Oops!" I think to myself. New territory in sight.

"I want to go to a pick up bar, apparently alone. You arrive after me, pick me up and before we leave, I take my new French knickers off in public. For your information, I expected the sort of reception I have just got so I bought two pairs, just in case one pair got soiled before we went out."

She runs a finger under her dress, brings it out covered in our sex juice and licks it off her finger.

"Good thing I did isn't it?"

"You want to do that tonight? Now?"

"Yes. You can buy me dinner before you get to fuck me in the rest rooms."

"All planned out I see."

"Yes. I will now go and wash myself, change into a clean pair of French knickers and you will get dressed really sexily so I can fall for you all over again."

She pauses as she walks into the bathroom.

"Oh, and by the way. I wondered how you managed to meet me at the lift when my first hotwife fuck was finished, so I went looking and I found your tiny muted cell phone. I also found the sounds you recorded with it. Bad man, but very sexy. I will have it with me tonight so we have a recording of our pick up. Naughty man. You really should have told me."

She closes the bathroom door before I can respond.

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It is an hour later we are outside a dimly lit bar known for pick ups. I drop Angela and go to look for a parking. It takes longer than I expect so I am twenty minutes behind her. The bar is really dim and I take a moment to locate her sitting at a table in a corner. I start to walk over only to find that she is not alone. A burly man with hair that hangs down to the middle of his back is sitting close her, one arm draped across her shoulders, his fingers are gently probing at the top of her dress apparently trying to ease her top down. She does not appear to be objecting too much and the top is already slightly lower than I remember it being when I dropped her off. When she sees me she glances at the man next to her and then at me, raises one eyebrow. She is so obviously enjoying the action that I nod and veer away to the bar, buy myself a drink and position myself so that I can follow the action. I can't help wondering just how far she is going to go. I get feeling she may go all the way, that is OK by me and my cock agrees by stiffening up at the possibilities presenting themselves. I switch on my cell receiver, plug in the ear phone and listen to them talking.

"You married?" The big man is trying to distracted her while easing her top down.

"Yes."

"And does he know you are playing the slut tonight?"

"What makes you think I am a slut?"

"You are dressed like a slut and you are in a pick-up bar alone. Take you a bet you don't have panties on."

"Yes, I do. French knickers. They cover me nicely so you cannot get those naughty fingers of yours into my sweet little pussy."

She opens her legs slightly.

"Go on. Feel. Expensive silk French knickers. And my husband pays for them. To stop bad men like you from taking advantage of me."

His hand moves down her body, between her legs and then up under her dress.

"Sexy aren't they? And keeping you out."

"Fuck You are wet!"

"Ooh, stop pushing my knickers to one side. You are so bad." So saying, she spreads her legs just a little more.

I can hear her sighing softly.

"Ah, you are so bad and so good. I need your fingers on my clit.

The man keeps rubbing.

"Wait! Wait! WAIT! Take your hand away."

He doesn't move.

"Take your hand away or I shall scream."

"Jesus woman, you want me and now you stop me. What are you thinking."

"Take your hand off my pussy."

Reluctantly he pulls his hand away, starts to move away.

"Wait!"

"What now?"

Angela reaches under her skirt and slides the French knickers down, over her thighs, past her knees, and lifts her foot up with the knickers dangling free. The guy takes them off her shoe and sniffs them.

"Fuck. You smell so good. And now you are a slut. No panties."

"Gimme my knickers back." She takes them and pushes them into her purse.

"Now. Where were we? You were going to buy me a drink, when you get back..."

She doesn't finish the sentence. As he gets up to get her a drink, she grabs his sleeve.

"Go check the rest rooms? We may need them after this drink."

With his back turned to me she looks down at the mute phone microphone in a broach on her dress.

"Can I fuck him in the rest rooms? Please say yes. I am so horny now! Please!"

I glance at the big man, undecided.

"Please. You can listen and ensure my safety. Please."

I look at her and very reluctantly nod. Truth to tell I want to fuck her. Now!

"You think those two are going to fuck?"

A woman sitting next to me.

"Yes. I think so. A quickie in the rest rooms I reckon."

"You've been watching them since they started get hot and bothered. You must be very horny right now."

I look at her, long silvery blonder hair and soft loose silvery dress and silvery leggings.

"I am. And you? You horny from a bit of voyeurism?"

"I wasn't before I arrived, but fuck yes. They have turned me on seriously."

"A pity you have a body stocking on. Difficult to have a quickie in the rest rooms. She ditched her panties just now so she is ready to be fucked and you aren't."

The woman swivels so that her legs are on either side of mine, takes my hand and slides it up between her legs.

"No panties, no crotch gusset, take me to the rest rooms and you can have what you want. And what I want."

My fingers find her pussy. It is wet and wide open. I run a finger upwards, finding her clit and causing her to gasp softly. I take my hand away and taste her juices.

"Mmm, I like." I make to run my fingers up her skirt.

"Wait! He's back. Lets watch first."

Angela smiles at the man, take a sip from her glass.

"Mmm, thank you. How are the rest rooms? Place for us to get more closely acquainted?"

He doesn't answer immediately but runs his hand up between her legs.

"Ah! Yes. Yes. Softly now. It is only a small pussy and you have such big hands. Is your prick as big as your fingers?"

She runs her hand up his leg, obviously finding his hardened prick.

"Oh my. That is some weapon you have there."

"Just the right size for you. Fill you up, stretch you out and pump you full of hot cum." His hand is moving rhythmically between her widespread legs and she is moaning softly.

"Lets go. I can't wait any more. I need your cock! Cummon. Now!"

They get up and walk toward the rest rooms.

"Shall we follow them? We get to listen to them and then let them listen to us." She is on her feet and heading for the rest room before I have time to respond. When we get to the rest rooms one of the cubicle doors is closed and the sound of a cock being sucked can be heard. A bit weird because I am getting the cell phone sound and the real sound almost simultaneously. I leave the cell phone recording for later listening pleasure. The woman drags me into the next cubicle and leans back against the wall. I roll her dress up and pull my aching cock out. She grabs it and starts stroking.

"Fuck me now." Angela's voice from the next cubicle. "Ah, ah, AH! Fuck that's good." We can hear her pussy being pounded, the soft sound of her wet pussy sucking at his cock, his hips pounding against Angela's arse.

"Ah, fuck! I am cumming."

"Cum in me!"

"Fuck! Ah! Mary!"

"He always does that. Uses my name when fucking other women. I suppose he thinks it makes it less of a sin." she whispers in my ear.

"Your husband?" I ask.

"Yeah. We come here together to play regularly."

And in a loud voice she says.

"Now. Fuck me."

I bend her over and slide my cock into her. She is hot, wet and tight.

"Fuck. I need this!" I say loudly enough to be heard in the next cubicle and I hear a soft "Oh!" from Angela.

I start to pound away at the woman's pussy, then Angela's voice.

"Open this door! We want to watch." I hesitate but the woman doesn't. She leans across and unlocks the door. I look to see Angela and the big man standing at the open door, decide that no matter what I am going to cum in the woman's pussy. I grab her firmly by the hips and pound into her, her moans driving me mad. Then Angela's hand grabs my balls.

"Pump into her. Give her all your got! I will collect from you later!"

And that is exactly what I do.

"I am Angela, he is Mike and you are? I wasn't going to ask names but it seems a bit silly not to now."

Angela looking at our new acquaintances while I tuck my wet cock away.

"I am Mary, as you heard and he is Ian."

I am not sure if I should shake hands, but it seems we all decide not too.

"OK, your place or ours?" Mary asks. "We have a king sized bed. Lots of space to play."

So we went and played in the king sized bed.

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"I went shopping this morning. For George's party tonight. I thought that he, being the fantasy lover who started me off in the hot wife lifestyle, deserved to see what changes he has made in our sex life and my confidence."

I look at Angela, former Sunday school teacher and past prude as she models the clothes she has bought for the party. A short miniskirt, transparent blouse. black seamed stockings and high heeled shoes. She spins on her toes and her skirt swirls up revealing a suspender belt and no panties. She has taken to shaving her pussy and the sight of her shaven pussy makes me wonder if I shouldn't make a fast pass at her now, before we actually go to the party. However knowing that she is super turned on by George, my friend and her fantasy lover I hold back expecting raucous coupling after the party.

We arrive slightly late, Angela having spent an enormous amount of time doing her make up, touching up her hair and, as I discovered later brushing a bit of rouge on her nipples.

We haven't seen George since the last party at his house where he had touched Angela up and had unknowingly precipitated the changes in Angela. He, I think had been laying low just in case he had caused a major rift in our marriage. For this reason, I allow Angela to sweep in the front door ahead of me to be greeted by George. The expression on his face is a thing to behold as he takes in the new Angela. She doesn't give him time to recover, wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him full on the mouth. I suspect he got a quick sweep of her tongue too, but I am not in a position to judge. As it is when she rubs herself against him he looks at me with a raised eyebrow. I grin and nod which gives prompts him to grab her by the backside and pull her up against him.

Angela steps back, smiles at him slyly and says just loud enough for me to hear, "Maybe later, if my husband gives permission."

We continue into the house and the fairly raucous party that is already in full swing. George's lover Samantha, or Sam as she likes to be called looks Angela over like one would imagine a horse breeder would inspect an expensive thoroughbred. She sweeps Angela into her arms, manages to get a hand under the short skirt, looks deep in Angela's eyes and says, "I think we need to keep in touch. I am sure George will agree."

Angela kisses Sam on the mouth and this time I see an exchange of tongues.

"Phew!" says Angela, "I feel terribly hot after that greeting."

Now Sam is a glorious fiery red head with huge breasts who has featured quite a lot in my fantasies and the idea of sharing the two women with George suddenly becomes more than just a fantasy. This was a common occurrence before my marriage where George and I would indulge in all sorts of activities that very often ended up in threesomes and foursomes.

I know and greet a few of the guests and as we work our way across to the bar and I introduce Angie to those I know. Some strangers introduce themselves to us. Actually to Angela, men and women. There are a couple of kisses traded that can scarcely be called social. A tiny blonde woman in a sheer, clinging dress sweeps Angie into her arms and demands a kiss and the first dance. Angela laughs, slides her hands over the woman's sheer dress and proceeds to move slowly and seductively with the woman in her arms, then she kisses her on the mouth. They cling together and I see Angela's hand slip up through the slit in the woman's dress, her arm makes slow sensual movements, obviously stroking the woman's pussy. The woman throws her head back, eyes closed, mouth open in a gasp, then Angela pulls away.

"Maybe later." she says and spins away leaving the woman stunned by the brief but fiery interlude.

"What the fuck has happened to Angela?" George at my shoulder watching Angela work the crowd like a vamp movie star.

"You started this."

"Me?"

"Yeah, remember your last birthday party? Remember touching her up in the kitchen?"

"Yes." George for once sound cautious.

"You told her she had to ask my permission?"

"Yeah. She was so..." He hesitates "I nearly fucked her there in the kitchen. I mean, she was so wet, so willing. I was shocked. Caught me completely off guard."

"Caught her off guard too. She confessed her "sin" to me. I talked her into fantasising about you fucking her, then me reclaiming her. Pure hotwife fantasy."

"And?'

"And she started to change. First with me, then her clothing changed, then her curiosity got the better of her. She has had three real life male lovers and two female lovers. The tally is probably correct because she is very careful about getting my permission to fuck someone. The last outing we did together was a foursome with a funny story built in"

I've lost sight of Angela while talking to George and look around the room wondering what has become of her only to have her reappear looking rumpled and a bit dishevelled.

"George! You have such a wonderful collection of friends. I am sure we are going to fit in very well. George, darling, who is that naughty blonder woman in the tight, tight dress. She really did try to skip the queue but I don't want to have her slip through my fingers."

"That is MaryBeth and knowing her, she will not let herself slip through your fingers. Now. Come here. I would like to revisit our last little session in the kitchen that I broke off out of for the sake of friendship and good manners."

Angela looks at him seriously. "And I need to thank you for unlocking my sexuality. You have NO idea how many times and in how many places you have ravaged me, but my fantasies always come back to your kitchen. Shall we go back there and finish what you started?"

George again looks at me and I smile and nod.

"Only if I can come and watch!"

"Bloody voyeur." Angela turns to George, "He made a cell based recorder so he can listen to me fucking. Mind you, I shouldn't complain, the recordings make for really great aphrodisiacs. And No, you cannot listen to therm. Now, come along. We have some unfinished business."

She takes his hand and they walk through to the kitchen where sine people are standing gossiping in one corner. I wander over to talk to them to give George and Angela space to play. Angela steps up to George and gives him a chaste, birthday kiss and then slowly melts into him, her mouth opening as his hand slowly slides around her body, moving downwards till he has his hands on her backside, fingers tucking into the gap between her glutes, slowly easing her skirt upwards till her pussy is exposed. Angela's arms are now firmly clasped around his neck and she is whimpering softly. I see his hand slide around, find her pussy and gently start squeezing her pussy lips together.

The people next to me notice the action and start watching as George gently but insistently caresses her pussy, making her moan softly. She reaches down between them and grasps his cock through the material of his pants, then obviously not satisfied with the feeling, slides his zip downwards, puts her hand into his pants and pulls his cock out. Now George has a large cock. Not quite 8 inches but thick. I know this because I have been present when he has been fucking someone. Angela is a little taken aback.

"Oh!" I hear her softly say. "You are big! My word. This is going to be fun." and she slides downwards and takes his cock into her mouth, stroking gently back and forth. George has his hands in her hair and is pulling her closer and closer, till she gags on the length. He lets her go and slides his cock out, but she pushes forwards, taking more into her mouth.

"No!" says George "You are not going to get away that easily."

He pulls her up onto her feet, lifts her up onto the counter and slides between her legs. He rubs his cock up and down, obviously stroking her clit with his cock. She is moaning softly now.

The woman next to me is stroking her pussy. She looks at me then grabs my hand and pushes it against her pussy. I gently stroke her pussy while I watch George slowly but surely push his cock into Angela.

"Ah! Fuck!" says Angela, "I have dreamt of doing this for ages."

George is now pretty much balls deep in Angela when Sam sidles up next to me.

"George fulfilling a serious fantasy. He has been dreaming about banging Angela since forever."

"For ever?"

"Since just after you met her."

We watch as they kiss, Angela's arms again wrapped round his neck.

"Cummon George" I say loudly "Don't mess around. Fuck Angela. She has wanted this for ages."

And that spurs him on. He pounds into Angela like a steam engine and I can hear her grunting with each solid thrust, then she gets vocal.

"Ah! Fuck! Fuck. Fuck me George. Fill me up. Cum in my cunt!"

Which is exactly what he does and as he pumps his load into her, the woman next to me shudders, grabs my hand and grinds against it.

"Oh! Oh!" She stops cumming slowly, releases my hand and, as if embarrassed looks away from me.

Her friend looks at her and then looks back at Angela, slowly recovering in George's arms.

"Isn't that Angela Smythe? The Sunday School Teacher." The woman who had just been humping my hand looks at her carefully, then at me.

"Oh, my God. Yes it is. Isn't that a terrible thing for a Sunday School Teacher to be doing?"

I smile softly, lick my fingers that she has so recently cum on.

"Doesn't the Bible say something about only throwing stones if you are sinless?"

Her companion bursts out laughing.

"Jenny! He is right. Stop being so self-righteous."

She looks at him, then at Angela and then at me.

"Yeah, you are right. Might as well go the whole way now. But not in public. Can we find somewhere private? I am so fucking horny now but I am not doing it in public."

Sam next to me laughs.

"That can be arranged! But only if I can watch." She leads us down a corridor, unlocks a door and lets us in.

"Does this suit you?" Sam asks.

"Only if his cock is as big a George's!"

"I don't know. I have yet to sample his wares, Jenny but from what I hear he is very good. I will sit down right here and you two can get down and dirty."

Jenny looks at Sam and then at me hesitating, uncertain. I decide that kissing her might just persuade her, so I lower her onto the bed, slide her jeans off, then her soaking panties and lower my face into her pussy which is very wet and ready for my attentions. Her clit already having been rubbed into action in the kitchen is easy to find and suck gently. I slide two fingers into her, find a nice prominent g-spot and start massaging it, slowly bringing her to the edge of cumming, then pulling back, letting her cool down, then going back until she cannot handle it any more.

"NO! Not again. Do it now! Please."

"Please what? What do you want?"

"Please do it!"

"Say the words so you have something really juicy for your next confession."

"Fuck me! Please fuck me. Please, don't tease me any more."

I slide up her body, kissing her small but incredibly sensitive breasts, then her mouth and then I slide my cock into her. She wraps her legs around me and looks into my eyes. I start to thrust into her, gently at first, till she is urging me on with her heels.

"Wait! Wait! Fuck me doggy style. I want to be fucked like a bitch."

I turn her onto her knees, grab her hips and slam my cock into her from behind. She shouts "Oh! Yes!" loudly with each forward thrust and in no time she is cumming. I keep on fucking her till I finally cum deep inside her and we collapse onto the bed together.

"See you at confession on Sunday." I whisper and she just giggles.

I leave Sam and Jenny alone together and, from the look in Sam's eye Jenny is going to be kept busy for a while yet. I briefly consider watching but Sam shakes her head and I go in search of Angela who I find at the swimming pool with MaryBeth drinking colourful cocktails. Angela looks at me, "You manage to persuade Jenny Carruthers that sex is not a mortal sin?"

I think she got the thrust of my argument." which makes MaryBeth and Angela laugh, "But I do believe that Sam is giving her some hot tongue which may be more persuasive."

"MaryBeth here wants to fuck in the pool and I said it might be fun, but that we should wait till you get here in case someone needs resuscitating. Mouth to mouth or something like that."

"Or mouth to pussy." adds MaryBeth.

"Using hands or tongues?"

"Hands then tongues is good."

"Well? Go ahead. Get in the pool and do it. Can I sell tickets? You are both really sexy women, and the ticket sales will be astronomical."

They don't get in the pool, just dangle their legs in the pool and start to kiss and boy is it a sexy sight. I slide into the pool, ease myself between MaryBeths legs and start to eat her pussy. Angela pushes my head away and starts to stroke MaryBeth's clit leaving me with a grandstand view. Soon MaryBeth is leaning back, with Angela sucking one of her breasts and stroking her pussy. MaryBeth has her head forward so she can see Angela's hand stroking her. She is whimpering softly until she gasps, arches her back and shudders.

"Fuck! That was good. Now my turn." and she lays Angela on her back, kneels between her legs, applies her tongue to her clit and thrusts her fingers into Angela's pussy. I get so turned on by the sight and sounds of them fucking that I get out of the pool and slide my cock into MaryBeth's pussy from behind, moving in time with her fingers. When Angela cums I pump cum into MaryBeth.

We lie in the sun for a while and then Angela and I sneak back to the room where Sam and Jenny had been fucking. The room is empty so we go inside, lock the door and make slow, gentle love reclaiming each other.