Married Couple Visit a Swinger Club (First Cuckolding Book 1) Page 2

  “Oh, I didn’t know that. I thought he went out all the time.”

  “He does – to the pub – to drink and bet on the horses or watch the football. Plus he eats at the bar nearly every night. But he never gets with any women.”

  Sara resumes twirling chest hairs. “Oh okay. That’s quite sad, though. He’s a nice guy.”

  “He’s great, baby. He’d do anything for you.” Adrian yawns. “It’s just a confidence thing, I suppose. But he’ll definitely be up for a night out at that club. He’s been going on about it non-stop.”

  Sara is quiet for a while. Adrian’s almost asleep when she speaks again. “But what should I wear? Should I try to look sexy?”

  “You always look sexy, baby.”

  “Hmm – but would you want me to wear something revealing?”

  Adrian opens his eyes and looks down. “Revealing?”

  Sara looks up from his chest. “I’m guessing that would be pretty standard if the club’s for swinging and the barmaids are topless…. But I’d have to buy something. I don’t have anything short or low-cut. Plus I could pick out some sexy stockings. I’d like that!”

  “Yes! Definitely! Go shopping, baby!”

  “Really?”

  “Sure. You deserve it. You never buy yourself anything much.”

  “Hmm. Okay, but what about what I asked? About how revealing you would want me to dress…. How will you feel about the other men at the club looking?”

  The idea pulls Adrian all the way out of his slumber. It’s not an issue he’s thought much about.

  “I mean, you’ve never acted in any way jealous that I can remember,” his wife goes on ponderingly.

  It takes Adrian a while to reason out what he’s thinking. “I guess I just feel that we’re solid, baby. Nothing will ever come between us.”

  Sara peers up smiling. “You’ve got that right, husband of mine.”

  “And since that’s not even an issue, I don’t feel too concerned about other dudes. If anything, I get a kick out of them noticing you.”

  “You do? What kind of kick do you get out of it?”

  “I don’t know – proud, I suppose…. I guess it’s kind of exciting – a bit.”

  “Exciting? Really?”

  “Yep. I like it when your nipples show through your top – like when they’re hard and poking.”

  “Oh really?” Sara’s smiling gleefully now. “Do you mean when we’re out and there are other men around?”

  Adrian’s face flushes in the semi-darkness. “Yeah, I guess.”

  “Ooh, now that’s interesting…. I think that means I should dress quite revealing for this club. Which I would be comfortable doing as long as I have two men beside me – all the time. So you will have to tell Frank he can’t go off and leave us when we’re there.”

  “Sure. Easy!”

  Sara strokes with one finger. “Would you like me to be braless, Adrian?”

  Adrian swallows. “Yes, I think I’d like that, baby.”

  “And low cut?” his wife goes on softly.

  “Yes – low cut too.”

  “And short?” Sara whispers. “How short would you like my dress to be?”

  He kisses her head. “Very short, baby. As short as you want.”

  “Hmm – naughty man! You know what happens if a woman’s dress is too short, don’t you?”

  “She looks hot?”

  “Yes, that, and it’s always difficult to avoid flashing what’s beneath.”

  “Oh. Beneath, huh? You mean…?”

  “Yes…. So I guess I’d better shop for some pretty panties too – since you want me to show them by the sound of it.”

  That idea settles over Adrian. He kisses Sara’s head softly again. “Okay,” he says, his face heating.

  It takes his wife a moment to respond. The tease is gone from her voice, replaced by soft acquiescence. “That would be exciting, wouldn’t it?”

  “Yes, baby. It would be amazing.”

  Sara peers up again. “I could find a little black dress – really short and straight, and pretty white panties. Nice little lacy ones….”

  “Yeah, and low cut at the top, right?”

  “Uh huh. And braless or a pretty one to match the panties?”

  “Either way would be sexy, baby. Maybe to try both on different nights? We’ve got five whole days of adult time.”

  “Hmm – yes we have, haven’t we? So maybe I could choose a couple of dresses. Since I might need a certain cut at the top for a little push-up bra and something completely different to go braless. Maybe something backless. That would be fun.”

  “Backless is hot, baby. I like dresses like that.”

  Sara giggles. “Why – because you get side-boob?”

  “Yeah, I guess…. You got me there!”

  “Being on the smaller side, I might show quite a lot, though. I haven’t got much boob to fill out a dress. I might have to glue it down to avoid showing my nipples.”

  “Love your nipples, baby.” Adrian tweaks one. “I love how hard they get – how much they poke out.”

  Sara lifts for a kiss. “And you like other guy’s noticing them, which is so sexy.” She moans into his mouth. “Mmm – I’m going to be so sexy for you, Adrian. I can’t wait to let some other men see me like that.”

  “Me too, baby. I can’t wait for that either,” Adrian groans, shifting on top of his wife and entering her again.

  “Uh huh,” Sara moans softly, spreading wide and burying her face into his neck as she clings to him. “Plus I’m so happy with my legs right now after gym.”

  “You’ve got great legs, baby.”

  “I might have to get a bikini wax tomorrow, though….” She breathes into his ear, “If you want men looking up my skirt, I’d like to feel extra sexy down there.”

  “Aw fuck yeah, baby, wax your little bush – get some sexy panties.”

  “Okay…. Fuck me,” Sara moans. “Just take me now….”

  4

  The kids are gone by 8 in the morning – friends to catch up with before school. Adrian’s shift starts at 9 and he has only a 15 minute drive to work. Sara has three shifts a week at the local pharmacy but doesn’t work Thursdays. She pours her tea and sits across from her husband reading his morning paper. He glances up with a grin. She blushes. This is the first time they’ve been awake together since falling asleep exhausted after their third wild bonk.

  Sara clears her throat. “Well that was interesting last night.”

  Adrian nods, glancing up again, his face a bit red. “You were super hot.”

  “So were you, husband.” Sara chews her lip, watching Adrian’s averted eyes. “And did we mean any of that or was it just sex talk?”

  Adrian takes a big breath and expels. He sits back with his hands behind his head “Um…. I’d say more than just sex talk. Would you?”

  Sara nods. “I think this is perfect for us right now. It feels so exciting.”

  “It does. I get that, baby. We’ve been a bit stale for years now. I think it’s been my fault.”

  “No way! We’ve both been on autopilot, Adrian. Me as much as you, if not more so…. I can’t even remember the last time I went shopping for something sexy to tease my husband.”

  Adrian’s smile broadens. “So you’re really going to shop for what we said last night?”

  Sara pulls the tie and lets her bath robe fall open to reveal what she’s wearing beneath. She has on a lace trim tank top and jeans, which is nothing unusual, except she’s braless – her nipples erect in the cool morning air.

  “Shit,” Adrian exclaims, his eyes wide.

  “Well you said you liked me like this.”

  “And that’s what you’re wearing out today?”

  Sara nods, biting her grin. “Is that okay?” She checks herself. Her boobs are barely B-cups and still quite perky, her nipples high-set and prominent. She likes her breasts, and her legs – isn’t so impressed with her hips and bottom. She will need to choose wisely shop
ping today.

  “That’s definitely okay, baby,” Adrian says about her top.

  “Except I want to drop you off at work and take the car. I’ve never gone braless in something like this before, and I’d rather do it where no one knows me the first time. I’m going to drive over to King Street Mall.”

  “Cool. But we have to pick Frank up, don’t forget.”

  “Yeah I know. He’ll be practice for other men seeing me like this. It’ll be easy with just him.”

  “He’ll die on his arse if those are still poking out like that, baby.”

  Sara giggles. “Well they won’t soften while it’s this cold.” She wraps her gown back around. “Anyway, I’m going to girlie shops mostly, and I’ll try to get an appointment for a bikini wax this afternoon…. Plus I want to buy a couple of casual skirts. Should I wear a really short one to pick you guys up after work? I could sit in back with you men in front – let you both have a peep.”

  Adrian’s face flushes a little again. “An up-skirt peep, huh? Both of us?”

  “Uh huh…. If I buy a straight skirt and sit in the middle of the seat, you’ll be able to peep at my panties.” Sara reaches across beneath the table and presses her husband’s package with her toes. “Would you like Frank to get a look to? I could sit directly behind him and just let you.”

  Adrian holds her gaze steadily. It takes him a moment to respond. “No, I’d like it if he got a look too, baby.”

  Sara blushes. “I’ve actually been thinking about this all morning – about driving you guys to work and trying what we talked about last night a little bit. Just with Frank, since we’ve known him forever and you guys are good friends.”

  “I know what you mean. I’ve been thinking about it too, and I like the idea of testing myself out. I’m not exactly sure how I would feel about taking you to that club in a revealing dress. I like the idea of going a bit slow and trying it less full-on. Like just with Frank. I mean, he’s seen you in a bath robe plenty of times already.”

  “Hmm – okay. So I’ll drive this morning, but this afternoon I’ll sit in the back seat and deliberately let him have a look up my skirt…. I already know which one to buy. It’s actually a short dress but just a casual one…. I just hope I can get an appointment for a bikini wax. It will feel so sexy if he’s checking me out down there after having it done.”

  “I hope you can get that done too then, baby. It’s going to be crazy thinking about this all day.”

  “I know. But this is the kind of thing that happens in the sexy stories – or at least in the couple I’ve read. Although I think some of them end up with big gangbangs and that, with the wife getting shared with other men.”

  “Yeah – that’s what I was kind of thinking about with stories since you said that last night. It would be exciting to read about stuff like that – same as watching it at the club was really hot.”

  Sara blushes again. “But you don’t know for sure that the guy at the club wasn’t the husband.”

  “No, but I remember the guy watching was wearing a wedding ring and the one screwing the woman wasn’t. So I’m pretty sure.”

  “Oh…. And you think that was hot?”

  “It was hot watching THEM do it.” Adrian chuckles. “And I like the idea of other guys THINKING about getting onto you, baby.”

  “Mmm – me too…. Are you ready?”

  Adrian finishes his coffee and cleans up. Sara waits in the car. It’s only a block to Frank’s house. He’s waiting on his front step. Sara looks down at her chest then to her husband. His brows raise. Her nipples firm as she thinks about them.

  “Hey, Sara,” Frank says, his gaze flashing to her breasts as he passes her window.

  “Hi, Frank. How are you?”

  They chat over the ten minute drive, Sara’s nipples remaining erect and she and Adrian exchanging glances. Frank leaves them and enters the shop.

  “Well, he certainly noticed,” Sara says into their kiss goodbye.

  “You bet he did, baby. I can’t wait until this afternoon now…. Have fun shopping.”

  Sara drives across town to the mall she has decided on. She chickens out and pulls on a cardigan – the morning air cool and her nipples persistent. Inside the building, she warms up and soon leaves the cardigan off after trying on a few things.

  There’s enough movement in her breasts as she walks to attract attention from both men and women. She avoids eye contact with any of them but notices one guy who seems to be following her around a bit and is staring quite blatantly. She loses him when she enters a small boutique with a nice range of party dresses.

  She tries on a few and settles on one with a very short, straight skirt. It’s a halter neck and backless, her breasts quite visible from the sides, even the underside of them – the fabric really only covering her nipples. She dares to buy it then finds another, even shorter one, with a fitted bust that would suit a pretty push-up bra.

  She chooses a couple of panty and bra sets from a lingerie shop but decides against stockings, since her new dresses are too short for thigh-highs and she doesn’t want to cover up the panties. There’s a salon where she’s lucky enough to get an appointment for a bikini wax after lunch. She browses the morning away and picks up a tee shirt dress, also very short, and some new shoes and the tablet she had checked out the other day. She’s spent way more than she had anticipated by the time she’s back in the car with only an hour and a half to get home and changed to pick up the guys.

  Both kids have sports training on Thursday afternoons, so she’s home alone to try on all her new clothes again, modelling them in the privacy of her bedroom and seeing how revealing they are when she bends or sits.

  She pulls on the tee shirt dress and her cardigan and hurries to the car. She’s a few minutes early and parks away from the shop entrance. Climbing through into the back seat, she blushes to herself and tugs the hem of the little dress up to her hips. She’s sitting on the seat in her new white lace panties. The guys are coming.

  Sara quickly adjusts the dress a bit more, tugging it up at the sides until the hem is smooth across her upper thighs and the crotch of her panties is on display. She takes out her brush and busies herself with her arms raised. Adrian sits in the driver’s seat and has a look at her, his face flushed and his gaze quickly averting.

  “Hi!” Sara greets the two of them cheerily.

  Frank sits and looks back at her, his eyes flashing to her lap. “Hey, Sara,” he croaks.

  “So how was your day?” Sara goes on happily. “I spent way too much.”

  Adrian chuckles and glances back again. “Good. About time you spent up on yourself, baby.”

  Frank chuckles too and grins back over his shoulder. He shuffles sideways slightly and puts on his sunglasses, his eyes rolling to check out Sara’s legs quite frequently as they drive and chat.

  Sara fiddles with the hem of her dress but keeps her knees slightly parted for him. Her bottom is still bare on the seat. She’s certain he can see the full crotch of her panties. His eyes roll sideways and down. He’s staring now, and she averts her gaze and looks out the window. The chat has faded. Her cardigan is draped away from one breast, which is unfettered beneath the tight dress. Her nipple firms as he looks at it.

  “So did you ask Frank about that club, Adrian? Are you going to come with us?” she asks, encouraging Frank to continue looking back at her like that.

  “I’m in. You bet,” he answers.

  “Wonderful. I can’t wait to try out my new dress,” Sara adds, lifting her arms to fix her hair while their friend has another sideways look over her body. When his gaze lowers to her legs, she allows her knees to stray a tiny bit more and she turns her head away to let him have a good look. Adrian is facing straight ahead. Sara leans right across to the window on that side to pretend to look back at something, allowing her legs to part further. She can feel Frank’s gaze. She remains stretched across the seat like that for him then glances back and catches him looking. She pushes the sk
irt of her dress down between her legs and grins through her blush as their eyes lock for a second.

  They arrive at his house. He leaves them. Adrian drives off but immediately looks back at her, his eyes lowering. “That’s so fucking hot, baby. Is that a dress or just a shirt? I can nearly make out your slit through those little panties.”

  “I didn’t leave much hair.”

  Adrian takes another look. “Frank’s probably jacking off right now.”

  Sara giggles, her blush swarming. “Was that too much?”

  “Hell no! It was frigging hot, baby!”

  Sara lifts her dress to look at her panties. They’re pulled up tight, the satin bit cutting into her, her tiny strip of hair visible through the lace above.

  “Fuck. He nearly saw everything, baby.”

  “Uh huh,” Sara utters, holding her dress bunched up and rubbing herself. “Let’s go home for a quickie before you pick up the kids?”

  “Shit! Seriously?”

  “Yeah. You don’t have to worry about any foreplay – you can just nail me over the table or something if you want.”

  “Fuck me!”

  “Mmm…. No, husband, fuck ME!” Sara’s freshly shaven pussy is slick through the crotch of her new panties. She’s still rubbing – just slowly, keeping herself on edge as Adrian pushes the suburban speed limit to get them home.

  They rush into the house. She’s in a daze. He grabs her arm and takes her to the lounge, guiding her to kneel on the seat and lean over the back rest. He stands behind her and pulls her panties down a bit, his cock in his hand. Sara’s leaning on one bent arm and rubbing her clit with her other hand. She goes into orgasm as soon as her husband’s cock penetrates her. He thrusts hard, jack-hammering her for about a minute then holding firm while he ejaculates.

  He releases her hips and steps away fixing his trousers. She pulls her panties up and the skirt of her dress down.

  Adrian lifts her chin and kisses her. “Back soon, baby.”

  “Uh huh…. I’ll put dinner on.”

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