Our naughty night at wifes' work evening - Sex Stories

Our naughty night at wifes' work evening

... whispered back to her. I stuffed her panties back into my pocket and grabbed a small bit of her dress and pulled it towards me so she took a couple steps back towards the bar. I looked around and slyly lowered the bar stool down. I dropped my hand down beneath her dress and gently touched the back of her leg. She let out a little sigh as she held her champagne glass near to her lips. I caressed my fingers further up the back of her leg and felt the bottom of her arse, I gave it a quick squeeze and she giggled. She took a slight step on her right foot to open her legs a little more as I ran my fingers up between her legs and around her groin. I felt her pussy with my middle finger. As I stroked opening up her lips I could feel her becoming increasingly more wet. I slid my finger deep inside her. She let out a moan, louder than she had anticipated. She immediately looked at me and was biting her bottom lip to stop her from letting out any more noise. I picked up the pace a little, my finger entering in and out of her. I removed my hand from under her dress and quickly sucked my thumb. I re-entered my hand up the back of her dress and I pushed my finger deep up inside her quivering pussy, keeping it positioned up there I placed my thumb in between her cheeks teasing her moving my thumb over and around her sweet starfish. I was so aroused. She grabbed my right thigh and squeezed tightly. I resumed with the fast motion of penetrating her with my finger. All these business people ...

... in the room in front of us and no one suspicioning that I was fingering my wife from behind. She was letting off short, fast sighs now and I could feel her juice dripping down my finger. Her hand went from my thigh and straight on my erect trouser bulge. ‘I can’t take no more here, I’m going to scream.’ She took a step forward and my finger slid out and my hand dropped back down my side. She turned to face me. She was all hot and flustered, trying to blow her face to cool down. She kissed me and grabbing my hand slid the wet, juice covered finger quickly in then out of her mouth. ‘We have to fuck right now.’ She demanded. Who was I to refuse that offer? She tipped the rest of the champagne into her mouth and swallowed, put the empty glass down on to the bar and said ‘Follow me.’ I stood up and discreetly adjusted myself. We headed past a few people out the open French doors to the gardens. There were a few people outside drinking, getting some air and talking. We took a little walk along the path which led around some large hedges. Once we were out of sight we headed over to a sculptured bench and I sat down. I pulled her down to me; she was bent over, her hands rested on my thighs, lips pressed against each other, kissing her passionately. She pulled my shirt out of my trousers and started to release my trouser buttons then pulled down my zip. I shuffled her round so that my hand was able to slip up her dress. I started to massage her pussy lips. She pulled down my trousers ...