Dave and Celeste Bush sat in the booth, both a bit nervous. They were meeting a woman supposably named Elsa Queen, someone met online to help them fulfill their fantasy.
It was mainly Celeste's cuckquean fantasy, but Dave had no problems with living it. His wife had experienced a college roommate bossing her around for the senior year of college and recently wanted to try it again. Dave was all for seeing his wife being sexually bossed around as it also meant he'd get to have sex with the woman as well. It was agreed they would do it together, him to protect his wife in case the woman got carried away and her to make sure her husband was happy with the mutual choice.
The mutual choice was a supposedly redhead who looked like a young Ann Margret, Celeste positive the picture was Ann Margret, and the poster was a fake. Dave wanted to know for sure, thus they were sitting in a booth waiting for someone to show. If not, well, they had dinner out and that was the last of it.
What arrived ten minutes later was beautiful, sexy, and very much looking like the photo online. Dave waved, the woman smiling as she walked to them. Celeste felt her pulse quicken and her breath leave her lungs. How did a thirty-year-old man and woman, average looking in their viewpoint, rate such a beauty?
She arrived, sliding into the booth next to Dave, her eye appraising Celeste who blushed at the look. They introduced each other, shook hands, ordered drinks, and when Dave started to tell her what they were here for, she snapped her fingers at him.
"I know why you're here." Elsa said, "You made it quite clear. What I want is for Celeste to tell me why you're here. "
"I was about to say..."
The fingers snapped at him again.
"Quiet, Dave. It's obvious what you want. Since this is more about your wife, I want to hear from her, to make sure we're all on the same page before we go any further. Now stay quiet." Elsa spoke quietly but with authority.
She looked Celeste in the eye.
"Why are we here and what do you hope to have happen?"
Celeste blushed deeply, how did one tell a strange woman the wife wanted to be submissive to her, to watch the woman have sex with her own husband, to have her serve them and clean them afterwards? Celeste loved the memories of her roommate bossing her around, wanted to experience it again, but didn't want to cheat on her husband, not with a lesbian relationship. Dave called it being a cuckquean, Celeste called it a fantasy she wanted to experience.
The drinks were served, the server leaving before Celeste lowered her eyes to the table, telling this stranger about her fantasy. When she was done, the only question was if this was a fantasy or lifestyle Celeste wanted. Fantasy only, Celeste said, one or two times at most, enough for her have more recent memories and to decide if she and her husband liked it well enough to do it again later.
"Fair enough."
Celeste saw Elsa's arm move off the table, extend out, and was sure from the look on Dave's face, the hand landed on his crotch. Her breath caught, her body responded at the brashness of the act. Apparently, she was supposed to sit there, quietly observing her husband getting a hand job from a strange woman they only met minutes ago. She felt her arousal making her breathing rapid.
Dinner was ordered, Elsa leading the conversation, relaxing them both as they joked and talked as old friends. By the time they finished, she offered desert at their place, Dave quickly paying the bill as the women went outside.
Celeste was shocked as Elsa placed a hand on her breast and smiled at her.
"Yeah, they looked like they were stiff. Good to know."
She rummaged in her purse, drawing out scissors. She handed them to Celeste while taking Celeste's purse from her shoulder.
"Guessing you're wearing pantyhose. So, go to the restroom, remove your bra, panties, and cut out the crotch of the hose. Carry them all out here and you have six minutes starting now."
A glance at her watch and Celeste went inside, her husband looking at her as she passed by where he was paying the bill. Inside a stall, she quickly slipped off her top, removed the bra and put the top back on. She tossed off her heels, sliding the hose and panties down in one push, standing barefoot as she carefully cut out the crotch. Then, as other women used the stalls for intended purposes, she slid the hose back on, her exposed pussy leaking at the feeling of freedom. She slipped her skirt back on, before grabbing the underwear, tried to ball them up so they'd be unnoticed but no matter what, it was obvious what she held. She had less than a minute to be back outside, so she walked quickly, drawing attention at the speed rather than at what dangled from her hand as she exited the restaurant door to see her husband against their car, Elsa appearing to be kissing his neck.
Celeste moaned at the image as she speed-walked to them. Elsa looked at her watch and nodded.
"Seven seconds to spare. You might want to give yourself a better margin just in case you have to wait for a passing car."
Dave watched as Celeste held out the items. She was told to toss them into the car and while she stood at the open door, the interior light on, she had to raise her skirt to show it was from her pantyhose and not someone else's. Not likely, she thought as she raised the skirt, aware her pussy was on display in the night.
Her wet pussy, open to be viewed by another couple walking by. She was loving this, thanking Elsa for allowing her to be displayed. Elsa shrugged as if it were an everyday occurrence. Celeste noticed she kept rubbing her hand on Dave's obvious hard-on tenting his pants.
Elsa said she'd follow them as she dug out two vibrators from her purse, handing one to each of them. Celeste had to insert hers into her pussy, Dave had to insert his into his underwear, so it rested next to his cock.
That alone was weird, but at a stoplight, they both started vibrating, Dave yelping when it went off. When the light turned green, they turned off. At all four stoplights, the vibrators worked until the light changed. By the time they were in the garage, both were looking forward to how this redhead would keep them entertained.
Inside, Elsa accepted water for her drink, sitting on the loveseat, Dave sitting next to her with his drink. Celeste sat across from them, in an overstuffed chair, her own drink making waves as her nervous hands shook. This was her fantasy, it was about to come true, she was about to see Dave get fucked by another woman, a woman who was so sexy, it put Celeste and any friend of hers to shame.
"Undo your buttons."
Celeste set her drink down, undoing each of the five buttons with some difficulty, her fingers not working as well as usual, her breathing getting deeper, her body getting more aroused with each button open.
Elsa played with her hand on Dave's crotch, Dave licking his lips several times as he watched his wife slowly bare herself to them. To him, it was an erotic sight. To her, it was arousing to the point she had to force herself to not moan.
"Good girl." Elsa said as the last button came apart, Celeste's breasts on open display, her stiff nipples almost waving for attention. There was a bit of a roll around her middle, but she was too conscious of her state of dress to worry about her flesh.
"Now, be a good girl, and crawl over here and get Dave's cock and balls into the fresh air. I want to see what to expect from him."
Celeste slid off the chair to her knees, carefully walking on her knees the five feet distance to the loveseat. She had a problem undoing the belt buckle with her shaking hands.
"Now, Dave, be a good pet and slide forward. Don't you see she needs a bit of help getting your manhood exposed?"
Dave slid forward, his ass half on and half off the love seat. It helped a bit, his wife finally getting the buckle undone, his pants unzipped, and down to his ankles, his boxers still at his knees. His cock and balls waved excitedly in the air.
"Yeah, that won't work for me. Celeste, since your hands didn't do the proper job, use your mouth to take the boxers all the way down."
She gripped them in her mouth, sliding them quickly to his ankles before straightening up, her husband's cock at full mast, his knees apart so the cock bounced a bit with freedom.
