Txt – 'Can you meet US at the Plough, 8 o'clock xxx' The reply was almost instant 'You kiddin me xxx' 'No! Play our cards right and your head could be beside mine on the pillow tomorrow morning XXX' 'See u there xxx' My husband, Tony, had been on at me to take a man to my bed while he watched for ages and ages. I wasn't really that interested. I'm of an age when no man can make me pregnant although Mark, my 29 year old toy-boy, tries at every possible opportunity. I met Mark about nine months ago and he opened my eyes to the joys of sex. And my legs. And my mouth. And my anus. Why would I want to pick up a stranger in a pub somewhere just to please my husband? A month or so back, as Mark and I lay on his bed recovering after a very energetic afternoon of sex and debauchery, Mark said that he would love to spend a whole night with me. To wake up in the morning with my head beside his on the pillow. I had laughed and asked if he just wanted my head beside him or my entire naked body. For reply he rolled on top of me and I felt his stiffening cock nudging the swollen entrance to my throbbing cunt. Oh! The joys of a young, virile lover! Afterwards I told him of my husbands dream/fantasy to watch me being fucked by another man. In the remaining half hour of that afternoon together we hatched an idea. Tony and I had just finished an early dinner. “Fancy going to a pub tonight?” asked my husband. My heart skipped a beat. “OK”, I replied. Would he continue as usual? He did. “You could dress up all tarty and pull a guy. Maybe bring him back here and let him fuck you while I watch?”, he said without much hope of success in his voice. I looked at him, my panties had suddenly got a great deal wetter. “OK”, I told him. His mouth dropped open in shock. “You really want me to?” He nodded, silent with amazement. “Pardon? I didn't quite catch that.” I told him. “Yes! Yes I would love it!” his eyes where bright with excitement. Christmas had arrived in September. “You want me to behave like a slut?” “Yes, I do. A total slut!” “OK! As soon as we leave this house I shall act the slut. In the unlikely event that I pull I'll do what ever I wish or whatever the man wishes. You don't interfere and I'll do it until he leaves. OK?” “But I can watch though, all the time?” “You can watch as much as you like but don't try to join in unless I ask you. Agreed?” “Agreed.” We spent ten minutes discussing which pubs to visit and I eventually steered him towards the Plough. Twenty minutes drive from ours (and ten from Mark's), then I went upstairs to prepare and send my txt, which is where we came in. I bathed and shaved my legs and pussy. Mark had told me how much he wanted my pussy to be smooth and I had trimmed it and trimmed it as much as I dared but I was still enjoying sex with my husband and he would have noticed a suddenly smooth pussy and begun to wonder. Heels, hold-ups, skirt just a little too much above the knee and a dark nearly opaque blouse. Jumper draped around my neck in case it got chillier later, no perfume (it made Mark sneeze) and just a hint of make-up. I presented myself to my husband. “Nice! Very nice! Very fuckable! If you don't pull then the guys in the county are eunuchs! Show me.” I lifted my floaty skirt up slowly, displaying my stocking tops then the bare skin above. I halted teasingly. More! I was told and lifted the hem higher. No panties! I watched his face light up. I parted my legs. Smooth pussy! He grinned fit to bust. I turned and showed him my bum before facing him again, dropped my hem and lifted my blouse high over my unfettered tits. “Will I do?” I asked sweetly. “Will you do??? I should fucking think so! Will I do indeed! C'mere and give us a kiss.” He held me tight and I felt a little tiny bit guilty, a very little tiny bit. “You want to take your ring off?” he asked. I wasn't too sure about that and said so. Mark wouldn't be bothered either way and I wasn't planning on 'picking up' anybody else but my wedding ring? I kept it on, telling my husband that if he was going to watch then anybody I pulled would have to know I was married. The car-park was only half full. I saw Mark's car parked in the corner with spaces all around it. “Over there!” I pointed the spaces out to Tony and he swung in a space away from Mark's car. “You are absolutely sure about this?” I asked. “Absolutely!” My husband replied without hesitation. “I'm going through that door,” I said slowly, pointing at the pub door, “like a slut, with the full intention of picking up a man and getting well and truly fucked. Agreed?” “Agreed!” “If I do get lucky and you change your mind, you go home alone! I'll go back to his and come home when he has finished with me. OK?” I wasn't going to miss out on a night with Mark after all this planning. Tony hesitated for the merest heartbeat then said “Yes. Good luck.” He leaned in to kiss me and fondle my tits. My nipples were hard. “You're ready for this!” he said with a big smile. I reached down for his cock. It was as hard as I have ever felt it. “So are you, you dirty old man!” I told him, kissing him back. “Give me ten minutes,” I said, getting out. Mark had suggested the Plough when we were in the shower. He said he always wanted to 'plough' my furrow and as it had wide screen Sky Sports on all the time, it would always have men in. It was a logical choice. I pushed the door open. All but one of those standing at the crowded bar were watching the TV screen somewhere off to the left. Mark was watching the door. He shuffled sideways a little to make room for me to squeeze in. I wanted to kiss him! I wanted to hold him close. I wanted to stroke his cock and tell him to take me somewhere and fuck me. It was always the same, every-time I saw him. I resisted, our time was rapidly approaching. I smiled sweetly at him and said 'Thank you'. “Can I get you a drink?” he asked politely. “Thank you. A small red, please.” We chatted like a couple of people who had just met in the pub, apart from me whispering 'I've a little surprise for you' when the barman went to get my wine. We had long since discussed our plans and signals, the rest was in the lap of the Gods. Tony entered right on time. He paused at the door, looked around then walked over towards me, kissing me on the cheek. “I dunno,” he said, “can't leave you alone for ten minutes and you've got yourself another man!” he laughed as he said it. “Hi, I'm Tony! This is my wife Joan!” he said to Mark. He must have been dreaming line that up while he waited. “Hi Tony,” said Mark, “I'm Mark. I should say I'm pleased to meet you but, to be honest, I was rather hoping I'd struck lucky tonight. But hey! I am pleased to meet you. Can I get you a drink?” Tony looked at me and I nodded slightly. Our signal that I was OK with Mark. Tony beamed. “My shout,” he said, “what'll you have Mark? Why don't you two go and find a table, I'll bring the drinks over!” There was a booth over in the far corner, away from the busy bar and out of sight of the TV. Two high backed three seater benches. One side faced into the pub and the other was virtually out of sight. We headed that way, I went in first, sitting on the blind side. Mark followed. When Tony came over with a large red for me and a small lager for Mark we were snogging, Mark's hand was under my blouse playing with my tits and I was quite clearly stroking his cock. I looked at Tony as he put the drinks down and he grinned back at me before returning to get his own drink. He returned to see my blouse fully unbuttoned, and Mark fondling my fully exposed tits while my hand was inside his trousers struggling to get his cock out. I was hungry and I wanted it in my mouth. Tony sat down opposite and watched. I gave him a quick glance, noted that he looked very happy so I twisted around in my seat and ducked my head down into Mark's lap and onto his cock. Under the table I could see Tony gently stroking his cock, I reached out and carefully unzipped him before returning to the business in mouth. As I sucked cock so I watched my husband wank. I knew that if I blew Mark he would still be able to fuck me long and hard once we were in my bed but I wasn't supposed to know that. I reluctantly eased my mouth off his cock and struggled to sit up. I could see Tony was still wanking but not quite so urgently. “If I suck you off now will you still be able to fuck me later?” I asked Mark. “No problem, all night, tomorrow, all weekend if you like?” he replied. Tony might have thought it was youthful boasting but I knew it was true. I went back down on him, watching my husband resume his wank while I sucked cock. I wanted spunk in my mouth. Tony was going too fast, he would cum much too quickly. I reached over and took him in hand gently tossing him off while sucking Mark's cock. Mark was exploring my tits with one hand and easing the other down my back towards my bum. Slut heaven! Tony's hand disappeared to reappear clutching a tissue. He was about to cum, I eased off the stroking, teasing him, making him wait until I was ready. Slowly I started again, very gently as I continued to pleasure Mark with my mouth. I felt Mark's hand brush tenderly across the back of my head, the sign I had been waiting for. Mark always stroked my head when he was about to shoot a load into my mouth. I stroked Tony and sucked Mark until I felt Tony start to jerk and the warm slippery spunk of my husband dribbling down my hand. Then Mark's spunk filled my greedy mouth. I squeezed every last drop from Tony's cock and sucked Mark dry. My God! I enjoyed that. I could get used to being a slut! It was a struggle to sit up again. I kissed Mark then turned to my husband and opened my mouth showing him it was full of Mark's spunk. “Kiss me?” I suggested. Tony leaned over the table and kissed me on the lips. I could feel his tongue pushing between my lips so opened my mouth. Pushing Mark's spunk forward with my tongue I offered it to my husband who sucked it from my mouth. The little he left I swallowed as I leant back against the seat, savouring my lovers juices. Mark buried his head in my tits, his mouth fastening on a nipple before working around to the side. I knew exactly what he was about to do. He had always threatened to send me home covered in love bites. He was about to start carrying out his threat, sighing with pleasure I parted my legs to encourage him to explore while anticipating the pleasure of the pain of his first bite. As he nibbled his hand explored, it wasn't a soft and gentle explore and he rapidly discovered no knickers barred his access to my pussy. His fingers went around the soft skin a couple of times then his head lifted from my tit. “A smooth cunt! I do love fucking a smooth cunt! I love eating a smooth cunt and I love finger-fucking a smooth cut!” As he said the last he pushed two fingers deep inside me making me have a little cum instantly and probably a little too noisily. Mark knew exactly how to finger-fuck me. He could make it last for ever or he could force me over the edge in no time at all. His mouth went back to my tits and his finger worked my sopping wet cunt. He wanted me to cum hard and fast! Fingers in my cunt, thumb on my button and nipple in his mouth. With my husband watching his every move turning me on even more I had no chance. I know I made way too much noise as I exploded and collapsed in a heap against Mark but I had tried to stifle my pleasure. When I recovered Mark kissed me long and deep then said “You place or mine?” “Ours!” said my husband and me in unison. More?