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Wife's Lunch Hour (MF, wife, affair)
by Jeb Stuart (JS2000@aol.com)

(c) 1998 Jeb (May be distributed freely as longs as it's free!)

 Ray, trying to rekindle some the wild spirit of the past in his wife,
recently bought her a couple 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 to wear one of the skirts. Recalling
how she looked when she tried them on, he knew that eventually her male
co-workers, and anybody else she ran into, would share in his viewing
pleasure. 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 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 the older bosses that
afternoon. She said he had been inviting her for weeks and 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 the 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
playful mood and willing to satisfy one of her husband's fantasies. Ray
waited in the parking lot for his wife and 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 office 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 lunchtime conversation.

 The man, named Walter, was obviously interested in having an encounter
with Julie. 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 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,
so
wet that I think I left a spot on the seat."

 "Yeah, but what happened? Did he touch you?" Ray asked.

 "Remember, you've always said it was OK, right?" she answered.

 "Yeah, right...just tell me all of it Julie. Tell me how you felt."

 "OK," 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 stopped. I wasn't sure why. I
thought maybe he was chickening out. So I just took his wrist and moved
his hand right right between my legs. Gosh, it felt so strange. And I
was
afraid he was going to crash this great car. But he just massaged my
pussy
for a minute or two and I could see this 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 a back 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, in some cornfield. I also told him that I'd do it if we could
pretend afterwards that nothing 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 as 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. It came time for me to undo his pants. He
asked that I 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 OK. So after playing with his
cock
for about two or three minutes, 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 am
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 for me as wanting to fulfill your fantasy, but I was

actually getting off 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 his wife about to give 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 with his hands on my ass."

 Julie continued the story; now in hushed tones as Ray began fondling
his
wife 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 and 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. I am glad you experienced something like that," said Ray.

 "What a day," she said between moans. "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.

 "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 that. 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.

 "Seems the mood has struck again sooner than I thought," Julie said.