it was a typical autumn evening, though in retrospect decidedly untypical.

My wife Anne is a very unconfident lady, even when, as of tonight, resplendent in sheer black pantyhose, an above the knee daisy patterned dress, a short white nylon slip and small heels.

I looked at her with sheer admiration, longing to run my hand up her inner thigh to where her black lace panties nestled under her pantyhose.

We continued our evening with another gin and tonic, though I settled for the zero alcohol version.

She leaned into me and slid her hand onto my crotch. My cock immediately responded and started to harden.

“You know when you said you’d like to see another man fucking me? - well I’ve thought about it and think I want to give it a try.”

She continued, “nothing on a serious or regular basis but I’d like to know how it feels.”

Checking my watch, I noted it was only a little after eight o’clock so I suggested we checked out a pub that we knew, where she’d been ogled previously.

Anne went upstairs and reappeared in black stockings and a black garter belt and high heels.

We parked the car and went into the pub and i immediately noticed at least three guys becoming interested. We took our drinks over to a corner table and Anne sat to my left, allowing adequate leg room. I noticed she adjusted her dress, which was way shorter when she sat down.

We’d prearranged a signal to indicate interest, where I would squeeze her hand - she would the look to see who I meant and then she would squeeze mine if she was interested. She pulled her slip down slightly so as to provide her dress with a delicate white lace edging.

More interested onlookers!

I think the alcohol had started to relax her and this was evident as she did a long slow leg cross, allowing her dress to ride up still further and now she was showing some stocking top.

She squeezed my hand several times, indicating her interest. I looked and there was a man at a table, visibly aroused.

I got up to go to the toilet and, as I was about to pass the man he turned to me and said “Don’t hurry back will you?”

I gave it 20 minutes or so and went back to find my wife had gone so I had a wander around the seating area and spotted Anne, with the man in a quiet corner of the room.

I walked across and he introduced himself as Frank and he hoped I would understand-

I nodded whilst he went to the bar to get me a drink. Anne looked slightly embarrassed though she admitted he was a very good kisser and had only placed his hand on her leg.

“Are you prepared to let it go further I asked?”

She nodded and said, “ yes if you’re agreeable and stay in the room.

Frank reappeared at that point and the conversation turned to developing things that evening. Anne smiled and nodded in my direction.

So it was that 30 minutes later we were in our lounge. Frank sat with his arm around Anne and his hand resting on her breast. They kissed, softly at first, then heavily as each responded,

His free hand was inside her dress, sliding up her thigh, where it remained briefly before stroking her panties over her pussy. They continued to kiss fervently and Frank slid his hand into Anne’s panties, to the wet entrance of her pussy. I could clearly hear the soft squelching sound as he stimulated her.

She was now beginning to moan and gasp quite loudly.

Anne lay across our long sofa as he fished from his pocket a packet containing a condom, though Anne brushed aside his hand, leaving the condom to fall to the floor. She turned her head to me and nodded as if to seek approval - and I nodded back as they resumed their foreplay.

He took hold of his cock (a fairly decent length and girth) and teased her clitoris, whist he kissed Anne’s breasts, which were freed from her front-fastening bra.

She could take no more so she grabbed his cock and inserted it into her pussy as he began a slow, thrusting movement.

She gasped with each small thrust and I heard her tell him. “Deeper, deeper fuck me deeper.”

He duly obliged. His strokes became longer and more purposeful and there moans had become louder until she was almost weeping.

The crescendo was approaching and it wasn’t long before she turned to me and asked “Cum inside me” and I again nodded.

Frank obliged with his climax shortly after Anne’s. He withdrew his cock, still dripping with their combined juices but Anne leaned forward to take his cock into her mouth, where she began to suck avidly whilst wanking him with her hand.

Frank was on his way to climax again after around six minutes and Anne showed no signs of releasing her grip. Frank was now moaning quite loudly until he let out a roar of completion.

Anne sat up, with semen running from her mouth and wiped it on a towel - she then wiped Frank’s cock and they embraced for another kiss.

Judging by Anne’s renewed vigour at bedtime, it would seem that she had both enjoyed and learned from her cuckolding experience.

Frank has been around a couple of times but Anne admits it seemed like “same old, same old .”

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