Emma's Awakening Pt. 03

On Friday afternoon Max called Emma from work.

He said, "We're going to the pub after work. Kyle asked if you were coming."

Emma answered enthusiastically, "Yes, that would be nice. See you there at 5?"

Max replied, "See you then."

A little thrill went through Emma. Kyle was asking after her. She cleaned up after her day in the garden. She thought about what she was going to wear. It was warm. She chose a light cotton blouse and a knee-length skirt. She decided not to wear a bra and checked herself in the mirror. She undid the top buttons of her blouse to show a hint of cleavage. Then she undid one more button for good measure. Somewhat unusually for her, she put lipstick on, wanting to impress.

She took a taxi to the pub to avoid leaving both of their cars there overnight if they had too many drinks to drive safely. She had arrived before Max and his crew, so she bought herself a sparkling white wine and sat at their usual table, outside in the beer garden. It was quite warm in the sunshine. She positioned herself in the middle of the bench seat, leaving one space either side. She occupied herself playing with her phone while she waited. After a few minutes the guys arrived, beers in hand. Max sat to her right and Kyle to her left. They clinked glasses to toast the end of the working week. Kyle said that Emma's clothes suited her. She thanked him, brushing her fingers through her hair. She was hoping that he could see the side of her breast through the partially unbuttoned blouse.

She felt Kyle's hand on her thigh. To encourage Kyle, she parted her legs so that her thigh came into firmer contact with his. He understood. His fingers stroked her thigh lightly through the fabric of her skirt. She drank her wine quickly. The sun had gone down and a light breeze was making the night cool. Emma was aware of her nipples stiffening and their shape becoming visible through her top.

Max offered to get her another wine and she said, "Yes please."

While Max went to the bar Emma reached beneath the table and put her hand on Kyle's, squeezing it softly. He inched his fingers higher up her thigh. Max returned with her wine and another beer for himself. She was concentrating on Kyle's touch while trying to join in on the conversation. The wine was lessening her inhibitions. She reached down and hiked her skirt up on the left side so that Kyle's hand was now directly on her skin. Seeing this as encouragement, he moved his hand higher still until he could just touch the edge of her panties. He ran his fingertip along the edge of the material. Emma breathed in deeply. She slipped her sandal off and ran her toes across the calf of his right leg.

Max suggested that they order their dinner. He asked what she wanted and she said whatever salad they had was fine with her. She asked for another wine as well. All four men left the table to order meals. While they were gone Emma undid one more button and checked that whoever was to her left could see her nipple if she leaned forward. The guys returned with fresh drinks. Kyle took his place beside her. She reached under the table and found his hand, guiding it back to her upper thigh. Then she leaned forward, giving Kyle a view, she hoped, of her breast right to her nipple. His glance told her that she had succeeded. His finger resumed testing the edge of her underwear. He pushed his fingertip under the fabric. Emma flinched. He paused and finding no resistance, inched his finger further under the material. Emma took a large mouthful of wine. His fingers found the hair of her mound and continued on. He had almost reached her cleft when the meals arrived. He withdrew his hand, needing both hands to eat dinner. Emma was both turned on and disappointed.

They ate their meals and seeing the Emma's glass was empty, Kyle volunteered to get her another. He returned with a larger glass of wine this time. He took his seat next to her, his hand wandering up her thigh. She placed her hand on his, guiding it to her panties. His fingers ducked beneath the fabric and found their way towards her sex. She parted her legs to help him. His index finger located her clit hood, and circled her clit slowly. She was wet. He avoided touching her clit directly for what seemed to her an eternity. Then he began to rub her clit, moving in tiny circular motions. He glanced at her face. She was biting her lower lip. She couldn't get her head around this situation, her husband's young workmate touching her intimately in public while he sat next to her.

She was a little light-headed with the alcohol and the other stimulation below the table. She remembered the USB memory stick and reached into her purse to find it. She reached under the table and pushed it into Kyle's hand.

The time came to leave. She was reluctant but went home with Max in a taxi. When they got inside, Max remarked at how fetching Emma looked. He said he particularly liked the unbuttoned shirt look and it was obvious that the other men at their table did too. He said that Kyle must have had a good view of her from where he was sitting.

She paused before saying, "It's nice to be admired by men, especially young men like Kyle."

Max asked if she liked Kyle's attention and she said, "Yes if you must know, very much so."

She said that she had enjoyed contact with him due to the tight seating arrangement.

Then feeling brave, perhaps due to the alcohol, she said, "He was touching my leg a lot of the night."

Max said, "I thought there was some under the table action."

Then, feeling braver still, she said, "He rubbed my clit too."

Max looked at her, "Really? Wow!"

He didn't feel jealous, envious perhaps. He was turned on by his wife being felt up by someone else in his presence. It was voyeurism of the mind.

Max asked, "Did you come?"

She said, "No, but I wanted to. I would have if we stayed much longer. I still want to."

Max kissed her and unbuttoned the rest of the buttons of her blouse. He pulled it open, exposing her erect nipples. He then reached up her skirt to find that she was very wet. He led her to the bedroom, sat her on the edge of the bed, and told her to lay back. He pulled her panties off, pushed her skirt up, and began tonguing her cunt. She was very ready for sex. He sucked her clit into his mouth, circling it with his tongue. She grabbed the back of his head, pulling it tight against herself. He lifted her fully onto the bed, stripped his own clothes, and mounted her. After a few strokes they both came, so worked up were they.