Cathy and I had been married about three years, and were still enjoying a terrific sex life together. She was
in her early 20's and an absolute stunner, long graceful legs tapering to a pair of fine ankles, topped by a arse cheeks to die for, moving upwards her waist was slim, her tits full but not overdone, she was a natural ash blonde with strait hair falling on her shoulders.
She was a regular visitor at the beauty parlour and had a Japanese beautician look after the waxing and trimming of her pubic hair, she always left a triangle of fluff over her pussy to confirm the fact that she was in fact a natural blond.
In spite of our energetic and harmonious sex life, I always had fantasies about her getting fucked by someone else while I watched, or participated in a threesome- giving her a double penetration in anal and cunt (she was OK with anal provided she was excited enough by the foreplay leading up to it, and her arse-button had been finger-frigged enough to make it open and relaxed).
She dressed sexily and young, very short mini skirts, tight tops, showing off the outline of her splendid tits (she never wore a bra), very flimsy pants- mostly see-through, and occasionally, after much persuasion from me, she would wear none at all. Whenever I managed to persuade her not to wear any underclothes we always ended our day in an orgy of highly charged sex, as it made me hugely horney thinking of her lovely pink quim un- protected and available and her in turn feeling very naughty and tartish making her extremely moist and responsive as a result.
One bright and fine day last summer, Cathy was dressing in a very short yellow button through mini dress and as she was getting ready to accompany me to town for a lunch and shopping outing, I persuaded her to leave her pretty knickers off, and keep them in her handbag if at some point she became uncomfortable without them. She reluctantly agreed, as her dress was really very short, just about covering her bum, and if she bent over she was showing more than was descent. I, however, prevailed, and we set off for town arm in arm.
I allowed her to go ahead of me on the first escalator we came to at the shopping centre, and was rewarded with a perfect view of her pert arse cheeks framing her pink pussy lips. My dick was twitching with excitement and anticipation of burring it deep in her hot wet little hole just as soon as possible.
"David, stop looking up my skirt you dirty old man" she giggled as we reached the upper floor of the shopping mall.
"Would you prefer if it was someone else doing the looking, you little flasher!"
As I said it I could see two young guys riveted to the mirror on the floor of the shop window we were looking into, it gave a perfect view of her pussy and her fluffy curls over it.
I didn't draw her attention to her pussy display, but talked rather about the contents of the shop window display and keep her there for quite some time. The two young guys couldn't believe their luck, getting such a great peep show for free. I was sure they would have a great wank as a result of their good fortune.
I was getting more excited by the minute, my prick bulging in my trousers like a tent pole.
I held my coat in front of my rampant member, and casually mentioned to Cathy that I could see all she had to offer in the mirror. She started and turning her back on the shop window gave a perfect view of her arse to the teenagers, much to their obvious delight and amusement.
Embarrassed by her little show she wanted to put her pants on right away, and leave the shopping mall, I had a better suggestion which was to take a pre lunch drink at our favourite bar which was near by.
After a lot of coaxing she finally agreed, and off we set hand in hand.
We were ensconced in our favourite booth, side by side, sipping a chilled glass white wine, my hand on her smooth cunt one finger stroking her erect clitoris, and another one deep in her wet hole.
She was purring with pleasure, and under the table was slowly pulling down the zip of my bulging fly.
She had just begun to stroke the excited head of my swollen dick when Terry, an old pal, slid into the booth opposite us beaming "Hi lovebirds, mind if I join you?"
Her hand came out of my pants, so my dick got no more attention for the moment.
"Sure Terry, have a drink and join us, we are just taking a break from window shopping"
Terry was a very successful portrait painter, and had made repeated offers to do a full length painting of Cathy, but never seemed to have the time to arrange a sitting.
Terry enthused "Listen guys, I just got a cancellation for this afternoon, why not come to the studio, and I can start on the preliminary sketches for your picture. You're looking a million dollars, rosy cheeks and a dreamy smile to go with it, and the rest of you looks great too "
The rosy cheeks and the smile might have had something to do with where my fingers were at that moment.
"Sounds good to my I replied, what do you think Cathy?"
"OK so, but I'm sure I look a mess, I'll have to freshen up at your place first, if that's all right with you"
We all got into a taxi and were soon in front of Terry's home cum studio.
Terry's studio was three floors up via a narrow stairway, and no lift!
Cathy was ushered ahead of us, ladies first and all that, cruelly, I insisted Terry go next, giving him a birds eye view of her arse and hairless pussy. There was nothing Cathy could about it except climb the stairs in her allotted place with Terry's head almost up her skirt.
When we got to the studio she was blushing furiously, and Terry had a massive hard on tenting his linen slacks in front of him.
"Well now, let's get on with the job in hand!" said terry brightly