I have rewritten this story. It was my first story on Literotica and after a lot of assistance from editors I feel I have been able to improve my writing.
This story is 100% true with some minor changes to protect the innocent.
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When I was in my early 30's I was required to travel to our head office once a month. I normally stayed for about a week at a time and used the company flat instead of a hotel. I would work in the office until lunch time and then head back to the flat, have lunch, and catch up on my emails during the afternoon.
During one of my monthly trips, I was invited by a friend to join him at lunch to meet a friend he had met on IRC (an early internet chat program). We both visited the same room and I had chatted with Janine once online. I only knew her by her IRC nickname of "sexy lady."
We arranged to meet at one of the better restaurants in town which was one of our regular haunts. When we arrived, the waiter showed us to our table in one of the quieter parts of the restaurant, up on the first floor, where we could enjoy some privacy. Janine arrived shortly after we sat down and as she walked up the stairs and across the room I was able to admire her. She was very sexy, short and curvy, with blonde curly hair and huge breasts. She smiled as she walked across, her smile lighting the room. We stood up and she kissed us both and sat down. I found it hard to concentrate on her face with those beautiful breasts seemingly staring at me. I could feel the warmth where they had pressed against my chest just moments before. Her perfume still lingering in my nose.
Our conversation was a little stilted at the start, with each of us giving a bit of background about ourselves, our families and our lives. As the wine started to flow the conversation followed, and we were soon discussing our respective spouses and their various quirks. After the second bottle of wine was done the conversation started to become more explicit and Janine started to tell us about her relationship with her husband. They had an open marriage and provided they stuck to their pre-agreed rules they were free to see and have sex with other people. While I found this fascinating, my friend Dave, being newly married and very conservative, was finding the direction the conversation was taking was making him feel uncomfortable. It didn't take him long to start looking at his watch and before long he made his apologies, telling us he needed to get back to work. I offered to drop Janine back at her flat and he agreed readily. He kissed Janine on the cheek and got up and left us.
"I am in no rush; would you like to stay a little longer?" I asked.
"Let's have more wine?" she suggested.
I ordered another bottle and we carried on chatting.
Janine and I had had a lot to drink by this point and our conversation was starting to become very explicit about our sexual likes and dislikes. Janine leant forward and rested her hand in my lap, her fingers squeezing the shaft of my cock through my trousers.
"Do you remember how horny you felt as a 14-year-old boy? That's how I feel all the time." She whispered.
By this point I was rock hard and thankful for the tablecloth hiding the obvious bulge in my trousers. I was in the middle of the most surreal experience of my life!
We were both leaning forward, our heads inches apart, so that we could not be overheard. I told Janine about my love of panties and that nothing turned me on more than burying my nose into a nice damp, worn pair of panties. She leant over and took my hand and slowly pulled it under the table, into her lap and guided it under her dress. I felt the smoothness of her plump thighs and slowly slid my hand up until my hand reached the hair of her pussy. No panties! My fingers soon found her hot, wet pussy. Her moisture dripping from her. I worked my fingers slowly between her lips and into her.
"I only wear fur panties, I am always so horny that my panties are constantly wet and uncomfortable so I just don't wear them!"
I slipped my hand from under her dress and as I brought my fingers to my face, her pussy scent filled my nose. I slipped my fingers into my mouth and licked her juices from them. She tasted fantastic! By now she had her hand on her lap massaging my cock. I could see her nipples pressed against her bra, they were hard and erect.
By this time the restaurant was nearly empty and we were the only people left upstairs. Despite this we were trying very hard not to be too obvious but I don't think we were very successful. At one point the waiter came up to see if we needed anything and I think he realized that we needed to be left alone. He just left a full bottle of Port on the table with 2 glasses and quickly retreated down the stairs.
Janine told me that just before she had married her husband, Gary, she had come home to find him in bed with another woman. She had been really pissed off and called off the engagement. She decided that to get even with Gary and started picking up guys at their local pub, take them home and fuck their brains out. She made it clear that these guys were just fuck buddies, no emotional attachment. During this time, she had met a woman at a bar and taken her home. Although she loved the oral side of the lesbian sex, she loved being filled by a cock too much, and focused her search for casual sex to men. She told me that she didn't think any amount of sex could fully satisfy her for long.
The enjoyment she had received from sex with strangers of both sexes, made her realise that she was still attracted to her ex fiancé and wondered if they could reach a compromise. She contacted Gary and discussed getting back together on an open marriage basis with some strict rules thrown in. He had agreed and as they say, the rest was history; they had been married for 6 years.
