I have written here and elsewhere about the fact that my wife likes exposing herself to me, and occasionally to others. This took place one night, which started off as a normal Saturday night in a pub, in the town where we lived at the time, which was within easy walking distance of our home.
The pub we were in was part of a well-known chain of Irish pubs. We always liked the atmosphere there and used it quite frequently.
This was a typical evening until a young man playing a fruit machine nearby engaged my wife and me in conversation. He placed his pint glass on our table to play the machine with both hands. The man introduced himself as Keith; we told him our names, and chatted away together whilst he played.
He seemed really wound-up, and it turned out to be because he'd won the lottery that day. The win was only a few hundred pounds, but I suppose, like most people, he was thrilled to have won something!
The conversation spread to loads of other topics, during which my wife asked him if he was courting. He was a bit embarrassed by her question and said that he wasn't. It later came out that he was ashamed because he actually had never had a girlfriend, and therefore was still a virgin at 18. This surprised my wife and me slightly, and as the topic continued, he seemed more and more embarrassed.
My wife assured him that a good-looking young man like himself wouldn't have a problem finding a girlfriend for very long. He seemed placated somewhat by her reassurance, and blushed a lot as the topic continued.
When he went to the bar for another drink, I suggested to my wife that she show him a little more leg than she was showing so far. She told me to shut up, that as Keith was so shy, he might not like looking up her skirt.
I told her, "Don't be so fucking soft! When he sees up your skirt, he'll probably come in his pants."
"Do you think so? I don't want to corrupt anyone," she replied.
I told her I disagreed, that it would be the most exciting thing that had ever happened to him, and suggested trying it out to see how he reacted. She wasn't sure at first, but I kept on at her.
"When was the last time you saw an 18-year-old cock? Be honest, you'd be at least as excited as him if you saw you'd made him get hard."
I kept on in the same vein, describing what his cock would probably be like, how hard it would be, how excited she would be making him, and even more, what if she would be the one to enable him to "lose his cherry."
"Oh, I couldn't do that! He's too young!" she cried.
"He's 18, for God's sake! We'd both lost ours before then. Think of it; an 18-year-old rampant cock entering your pussy. He'd try and shag your arse off!"
Even though she was resisting the idea, I think I know her better than she's willing to admit. She thought about it a while, smiled.
"Really? You think we should?"
"Fucking right!" was my simple reply.
We were sitting in a booth, which was hidden from others' view by the fruit machine Keith had been playing. Before he returned, my wife undid the lower buttons on her button-through dress, allowing a nice view up her legs and just showing the lower edge of her panties. She also undid a few of the upper buttons, exposing a lovely cleavage.
Keith came back from the bar and visibly gulped when he saw my wife. His eyes were popping out of his head as he took in the view presented to him. He took a big swig of his drink and had to force his eyes away when my wife asked him, "Everything all right, Keith?"
He spluttered a bit and replied, "Fine; excellent actually."
The truth of his reply was immediately borne out by the fact that he had an obvious erection pressing against the front of his trousers. He couldn't take his eyes away from my wife's bulging cleavage and the view of her translucent panties.
My wife was in her own kind of heaven; a young man obviously excited, looking at her, enjoying herself in turn, exposing herself to him in a public place (an obvious turn on), but unseen by anyone else.
She began to relish the situation and kept up the dialogue she'd been having with Keith previously, praising his looks and telling him how easy it would be for him to lose his virginity, with the right person (hint, hint).
While continuing the suggestive conversation, she gently ran her fingers over her right breast, her fingers stroking up and down her cleavage, gradually coaxing her dress open wider and wider at the top, until her nipple was nearly exposed. At the same time, she had opened her legs wider so that her pants were in plain view of Keith while she was also openly studying the erection directly in front of her, licking her lips as she was talking.
I found the situation really arousing. Two people so turned on, in public, with no one around them aware. I was sitting by my wife's side, rubbing the length of my penis through my jeans, enjoying every moment.
Keith had now placed one hand in his pocket to hide his erection.
"Don't hide it!" my wife told him, "I was enjoying looking at your cock. It looks nice and hard ... and long."
He seemed a bit confused, I think. He was clearly embarrassed by the fact that my wife could see his erection, but then also pleased by her telling him that she was enjoying the sight. He slowly removed his hand from his pocket, enabling the view of his bulging trousers once more.
My wife suggested he move a little closer to her, and when he did so, she reached out and gently squeezed his throbbing cock through his trousers, and ran her nails down its length, visibly impressed by its hardness.
"Your cock feels lovely," she commented, "but it must be awfully constricted in there. Why don't you go to the loo and remove your underpants to give it more room? You can hide it on the way back with your hand in your pocket." He looked shocked and reluctant at the suggestion, but she pushed him gently, saying, "Go on, do it, I want to feel it better."
He finally went off to do her bidding, hands tightly in his pockets in case anyone should see.
My wife and I talked about what had taken place so far, and she asked me, "Well, what do you think? Go for it?"
"Absolutely, look at him, he's wound up like a spring."
A few moments later, Keith returned, hands firmly in his pockets, only removing one when he took a large swallow of his drink as he stood in front of my wife. When he once again was greeted by my wife's overflowing tits and open view of the front of her panties, he took his other hand out of his pocket to reveal a lovely, long erection pressing firmly against his thin summer trousers.
My wife licked her lips in anticipation, I think, and reached out to Keith to bring him nearer, where she could then rub slowly up and down his cock through his trousers, whilst complimenting him on the size and hardness of his erection.
Keith must have thought he'd died and gone to heaven. Standing in a pub, with people all around and someone he'd never met before in his life, wanking him through his trousers. Bliss.
My wife then gave him what must have been the biggest shock in his life. She looked him in the eye and slowly pulled down his zip, allowing his cock to immediately spring free. I think he nearly died. He gave a frantic look around, but we were in an advantageous position, where nothing could be seen by anyone else.
My wife wrapped her hand firmly around his shaft and wanked him slowly, telling him what a lovely cock he had, and that she'd love him to fuck her.
"Would you like that, Keith? Would you like to fuck me?"
There was no time for an answer. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he started to cum. My wife had sensed it coming and kept pulling his cock, but leaned it towards the side panel of our booth, where he came in a huge torrent. Spurt after spurt; a fountain of spunk splashing against the side wall in a great stream. He almost collapsed; his knees were obviously weak with excitement.
Another shock was to follow for him when my wife put her mouth over his knob and sucked him dry, licking any remnants of spunk from him, then complimenting him on his lovely eruption.
She gave his cock a last slow pull, then gently folded it back into his trousers, zipping him up, and saying, "Time for a drink, I think."
I took the hint and went to the bar to get drinks for us all. When I got back, Keith was sitting in my place next to my wife, a huge grin on his face. My wife asked me if I would mind remaining standing in the same spot Keith had previously stood. I had a good idea of what was to follow, so I agreed readily, trying to make sure that I totally blocked the view of the sitting couple from anyone behind me.
When she felt reassured of privacy, she asked Keith if he would like to feel her tits, but not waiting for an answer, she placed his hand on her cleavage and encouraged him to open the rest of the buttons at the top of her dress, enabling him full access to her tits.
At first, Keith was slightly panic-stricken. With what had already taken place, just about blowing his mind, he kept looking around, I think not believing what was happening, or his luck. It must have seemed like all his Christmases happening at once. From never having had a girlfriend, to being wanked off in public by a stranger, to having his hands on a gorgeous pair of tits, again in public, and being coaxed all the time by my wife in the way he should move his hand, slowly caressing her breasts to their mutual satisfaction.
She talked to him continuously as he was squeezing her breasts, complimenting him on his actions, suggesting when he should gently roll her nipple between his fingers; all having an obvious effect on my wife, her breathing becoming heavier, and an occasional gasp of pleasure escaping her lips.
After a while, my wife said, "Put your hand down between my legs and feel my pussy." He was beside himself now. This was all new ground to him. He lowered his hand and gently placed it on the front of her panties, where she immediately started a running commentary on what he was doing, what she wanted him to do, and what effect it was having on her. "Rub your hand gently up and down the front of my panties. Feel how wet you've made me? You've done that to me; you've made my cunt soaking wet, Keith! Rub harder. It feels lovely. Does it feel nice to you?"
Keith could only nod his head. He seemed to be struck dumb. All the while he was rubbing my wife's crotch, she was squeezing his hard cock through his trousers. He hadn't lost his erection from earlier, a sign of his youth and also his enjoyment.
In a way, I was jealous of him. I was wishing that I'd had someone to introduce me to the world of sex in such a fabulous manner as he was now experiencing. An older, totally experienced woman with no inhibitions, leading him forward, showing and telling him exactly what to do to give them both maximum enjoyment. Lucky Keith!
My wife's panties were soaking wet, which she decided had served their purpose long enough. She lifted her bottom up and slid them off, enabling Keith's first touch of a woman's soaking wet pussy. She slumped down on the seat and described every motion for Keith to follow.
She whispered for him to run one, then two fingers up and down the centre of her pussy, spreading the wetness all around her outer lips. She then slowly put his finger inside her, describing to him what it felt like for her, encouraging him on and on until he was fingering her with abandon, with two fingers plunging in and out of her soaking wet cunt. At the same time, she was squeezing both her nipples, provoking her first orgasm, whilst imploring Keith not to stop fingering her.
Her coming was amazing to Keith. He'd never seen or experienced such a thing and was entranced by the effect it had on my wife. Her head was lolling back on her seat, her tits fully out in the open, as was her cunt, soaking wet and quivering with Keith's touch. What a sight!
I think if Keith had a choice, he would have tried to fuck my wife right there on the spot. She, in turn, just looked at him and said, "You've got to fuck me now. Do you want to come home with us?"
Keith eagerly replied, "Yes, please!"
In a way, I was feeling slightly neglected; after all, I was the only one who hadn't had an orgasm yet. I wasn't too bothered by it, though, as I knew there was plenty of time for me later, plus the fact that I had really enjoyed watching my wife show Keith how to please her with his fingers, and giving him the guilty pleasure of being wanked off in a public place. I was observing someone receiving an education in sex, so to speak. We decided to continue the action at home, and after my wife tidied up her clothing, we left the pub.
After buying a bottle of vodka and some tonic water at a late-night express supermarket at the end of the street, we commenced the walk homewards. This in itself was highly enjoyable. We regularly used this route home. It consisted of a section of underpass connected to two narrow lanes, overgrown with trees and large bushes, lit from above by street lights, though some were not working. It was more or less the norm for my wife and me to partially undress her, and sometimes me also, whilst walking home, and indulge in some mutual exhibitionism and masturbation.
Tonight was no exception, except that it was my wife and a stranger doing the same thing: opening each other's clothing whilst walking, and caressing and wanking each other, occasionally stopping to enable one or the other of them to have a better feel of the other. It was lovely to watch, and didn't prevent me from joining Keith in squeezing my wife's tits or arse whilst walking beside her, and allowing my fingers to reach between my wife's legs from behind to stroke her drenched pussy.
I had also released my now-rigid cock from my trousers, and at one time, my wife had a cock in both hands, slowly pulling them as we walked. She was really enjoying the walk home; her dress was completely open, pulled back from her shoulders, and prevented from falling off by her arms. Keith and I were feeling her body all over, more often than not with four hands, squeezing, caressing, or fingering her at the same time. Her cunt juices were running freely down her legs, her nipples were hard from the slight draught caused by walking, and she must have had three or four orgasms in transit.
All this time, she was talking to Keith, asking how different things felt, suggesting what he should do next, and telling him how much she was enjoying what was happening to her. All part of his tuition, I guess.
No one passed us in either direction whilst walking, so my wife didn't need to cover up until we reached our street, which only took about twenty minutes or so. She pulled her dress together, Keith and I put our cocks away, and we walked along the street up to our house. We went into the living room, put on the gas fire, and made ourselves comfortable whilst I made us all a drink.
Keith was much more comfortable now and didn't seem nervous at all. The three of us sat on the settee, with my wife in the middle, and it didn't take long before we were all touching each other again, with me leaving most of the action to the other two. This was, after all, primarily Keith's night, intended to culminate in him losing his virginity and gaining as much experience as possible at the same time.
Within ten to fifteen minutes, my wife had removed all of hers and Keith's clothes, and they were again all over each other. She asked him to play with her tits at first, then finger her pussy again, before moving down the settee to get Keith's cock into her mouth. Licking it along its length and sucking it had him cumming again, and she made sure that none of his sperm escaped her mouth as she wanted him to see how it was done by someone who enjoyed it.
What a wonderful sight to behold; a young man, totally inexperienced, having the time of his life with an experienced older woman. He had a really long, slender, and totally rigid cock, and I think this was the most he'd ever used it in one evening; the other occasions being masturbation sessions.
My wife told him that she thought it was time to go upstairs to get comfortable before leading him by the hand to our bedroom, while I made us some more drinks.
The three of us reclined on the bed, sampling our drinks and each other at the same time. My wife lay between Keith and me, where she was caressed, stroked, licked, fingered, and sucked by us both to her obvious delight. Her pussy was drenched in her juices, her nipples engorged, and her whole body almost throbbing in delight.
Keith, having already come twice, was showing no signs of flagging. His cock was still rock hard, being stroked almost continuously by my wife, whilst he squeezed, fingered, or licked various parts of my wife's body. He particularly liked it when my wife coaxed him into licking her pussy. He had never experienced this delight and took to it like a duck to water. I swear I thought he would never come up for air. He licked and fingered her at the same time, whilst she described how best to please her. When she came explosively over his face, he looked as if he'd just been awarded a prize for pussy licking, a prideful smile lighting up his face.
Once my wife had caught her breath for a moment, she told him, "I want you to fuck me now," and coaxed him to lie atop her, guiding his cock with one hand. I could see him pressing forward and pushing his cock into her wet cunt. His face was a picture! He was experiencing something I struggled to remember: the feeling of your cock slipping into a soaking wet pussy for the very first time.
My wife told him, "You can fuck me as fast as you like now. It's your first time. Go for it. Don't worry, you won't hurt me. You have all night to take your time. For now, just fuck me; hard and fast."
And he did, to say the least. He plunged into her, vigorously ramming his cock in as hard and fast as he could. My wife tried to keep him from withdrawing too far in case he hurt himself, but otherwise lay back and let this inexperienced eighteen-year-old fuck her for all his worth. As he had already come twice, he wasn't going to come immediately, so he went on at breakneck speed for some minutes. My wife clung to him, in obvious bliss, until he threw back his head and had an obvious orgasm, and making quite a noise, I must say.
After they had calmed down a bit, she stroked his shoulder and kissed his neck and mouth, whilst reassuring him that everything was fine. She asked if he enjoyed it, and he assured her that, 'Yes, everything was fantastic.'
The rest of the night passed as a tutorial of lovemaking, with my wife and Keith fucking again at a much slower pace, whilst she told him how to give her maximum pleasure, when and where to touch and caress her.
Occasionally, I was allowed to take my rightful place inside my wife's pussy, fucking her in our usual manner, albeit with the added excitement of being watched by our visitor, who at times had his still hard cock in my wife's mouth, as she sucked and licked him whilst being fucked by me.
The incredible night eventually had to end, and dawn found the three of us sleeping, entwined with each other and completely exhausted. Even Keith, who had come at least six or seven times throughout the evening, had finally run out of energy.
When we had all woken up, much later in the day, I left my wife and Keith to have one last round of sex, while I went to make something for us all to eat. They came downstairs a while later, both beaming, especially Keith, who wanted to thank us both for the previous evening. We told him that there was no need for thanks, as we had all thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
When the time came for Keith to leave, we suggested that we'd likely see him downtown at some point, and that maybe we'd repeat the evening again sometime. However, we thought he wouldn't need us for very long, as he would now rightly be more confident in his dealings with girls.
We did occasionally see Keith in one or other pubs in town, and once repeated the evening's entertainment to our collective pleasure. We also saw Keith at different times with various young girls, arm in arm, or smooching in corners, which assured us that he had gotten over his personal obstacles. Keith, in turn, would occasionally buy us the odd drink, introduce us to his latest flame as old friends, or sometimes just give us a wink as he left with someone. We enjoyed the fact that we seemed to have helped him in some way become more confident, and were sure that he would go on to enjoy a fabulous sex life of his own.
