Ladies Who Lunch - Sex Stories

Ladies Who Lunch

... had any intention of bringing them about.

For several years Viv and five of her closest friends from the Women's Institute had got into the habit on a Friday of having lunch at one or other of their homes, taking it in turns to act as hostess. They discussed what to call themselves, and after weighing up several suggestions, decided it would be fun to call themselves The Spice Girls after the 1990s all-girl pop group. On those occasions when Alan wasn't at work, he would find an excuse to be out of the house when it was Viv's turn to be hostess, saying that he felt rather outnumbered, however delightful the company.

Friday evenings were Alan's choir nights, and sometimes he would be away from Friday to Sunday when the choir was taking part in one or other music festival in another part of the country. Viv used to tease him about all the pretty ladies in the choir, telling him to make sure he behaved himself with all those predatory females. His stock response was that he was more likely to be found propping up the bar, discussing sport with the rest of the men. Anyway, most of the women were far too old, and generally overweight into the bargain.

One Monday morning in early August, Viv asked Alan if he would like to join them for lunch the following Friday at her friend Sylvia's house. She told him that it would be the usual crowd, but that a few of the other husbands had also been invited. Not wanting to be a spoilsport, Alan agreed, thinking that at least with a ...

... few men there, he wouldn't be too bored. And there was always the chance that the men could escape to another part of the house for a drink or two, and proper men's conversation. A lunchtime listening to gossip about the latest fashions or the escapades of minor Royals was definitely not his idea of fun.

Viv had always dressed smartly for these lunches, but recently her costume has become more sexy and provocative. Alan assumed that this was just because she liked to show off a little, especially the way that she had kept much of her youthful figure, mainly through careful attention to her diet and regular sessions at the local tennis club. On the Thursday evening, Viv told Alan that she wasn't going to allow him to let her down and that she would choose what he should wear the next day. He was definitely not going to get away with his usual jeans and a sweatshirt.

The following morning Alan pottered around the garden, dead-heading the roses and dealing with the crop of weeds that always sprang up when his back was turned. He had lost count of time when he heard Viv shouting to him out of the bedroom window, "Alan, it's nearly a quarter past twelve, and we have to be round at Sylvia's in just over half an hour, get up here now and change."

Grumbling mildly under his breath, Alan dropped what he was doing and made his way up to the bedroom. Viv was sitting at the dressing table applying her make-up, dressed in a pale cream basque, which he hadn't seen before. In the ...