WARNING
This story is based on the fantasy of a friend. It contains reluctance, MMF, and a wife being unfaithful with the husbands consent. If this offends you, read no further. Furthermore if you read this thinking it is all true, please be aware that it set on the planet Clean which is free of STD's and unwanted pregnancies. There are no such thing as cheating slut wives and broken marriages.
If you choose to read on I really hope that you enjoy it, and will take a second to vote, but you have been warned. Do not bother writing to me to tell me the error of my ways, I know all that! Constructive feedback is very welcome, moralistic nonsense will be deleted!
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Most people have a dislike for weekday mornings. There are the exceptions of course, but generally speaking, weekday mornings are not good.
Steve is different.
Steve loves weekday mornings. Why? You may be thinking. Well, I'll tell you. Steve has an idea in his head that makes each day seem full of potential, each day could be the day that his dreams are realised.
Let me explain.
Everyday Steve waits to see which outfit his beautiful wife, Maria, will choose to wear to work; he often encourages her to be a little bolder, a little sexier.
When she is ready to leave, he always escorts her to her car in the hope of catching a glimpse of stocking top as she eases herself in. If he does, it only adds to the stiffness of his already semi erect cock, then, a quick kiss goodbye is always followed by,
"Take care love, be good!"
Ironic really. As he watches her drive away from their small country village home, what he really wants is for her to be bad, very bad! His mind was already on his favourite fantasy, "Maybe today" he usually thinks to himself as prepares to start his own day.
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Very happily married for a few years and having a very active sex life, Steve, now thirty nine, and Maria, a good six or seven years younger, share a fantasy. They both like the idea of Maria being fucked by a couple of other men with Steve either joining in or just watching. They often talk of this while making love and it is a constant turn on for them both. However, there is one difference.
In Steve's mind, he sees his sexy wife Maria, 5'4" with shoulder length dark hair, voluptuous figure with large full tits, being used by the two older men in her office. Last year he started to encourage her to dress more sexily for work, with stockings, high heeled boots or shoes and tight fitting business suits being the favoured attire.
Maria's fantasy however, had more to do with cock size, she loved Steve's seven inches of ever ready meat, and in her mind, the two other cocks were always as big or bigger, and usually attached to a couple of young, fit, faceless black guys. She knew it was a cliché, but the idea of the contrast turned her on, and she liked the theory that black men all had big cocks, probably not true, she thought, but you might as well back a favourite!
***
Jack and Pete are both around their late fifties to early sixties, both married and both suffering from a serious decline in sexual activity.
Working in the mundane accounts administration of a small factory had taken a turn for the better since Maria had joined them in the office.
Based on the outskirts of the site, the only saving grace of the office had been the view across the open countryside before Maria had joined them, replacing her grumpy battleaxe of a predecessor.
The daily boredom of the admin office without any visitors to brighten the day was now replaced with the anticipation of waiting to see what Maria would be wearing.
Not long after she had started with them, they noticed that her working clothes became gradually sexier as time went on.
It started with skirts, then her heels became higher, more of her generous cleavage went on display and so it continued until they both spent an amount of their working day with a 'lazy lob' on.
Of course, they had no idea why this transition had happened, and neither of them was foolish enough to think that it had anything to do with Maria fancying them. They didn't even assume to flirt with her at the office, though in her absence they would readily discuss exactly what they would like to do to her, given the chance!
Each day they were in early, looking forward to spending time watching this bubbly sexy young lady moving about the office, loving the click of her heels on the tiled floor, and the rustle of her stockings against her tight skirts which, no doubt, hid untold delights beneath.
Today was no exception. It was Jack's 61st birthday and they had arranged to take an extended lunch break so that they could drive out to his favourite pub in a nearby village for lunch. A rare treat, as packed lunches were the normal fare.
As usual, Steve had helped Maria pick out her clothes for the day, a dark blue pinstripe skirt and jacket that fitted tightly around her full breasts and lovely round bum, and accentuated the curve of her shapely legs. The pencil skirt with a slit at the back drew the eye to her black seamed stockings and down to her black stiletto court shoes.
A white blouse and a silk scarf with perfect make up and glossy lipstick finished the look.
He would have liked to jump on her there and then, but this was Friday, and there would be plenty of time for that at the weekend!
***
Maria, Jack and Pete had a busy morning to clear the small back log that had built up during the week, they all realised that the desire to work after a few lunchtime drinks would be severely reduced.
After a pleasant light lunch, with perhaps one or two too many celebratory drinks, the three returned to Pete's car. As on the way out to the pub, they insisted that Maria sat in the front next to the driver.
Maria thought that this was very gallant of her colleagues, not realising that the both wanted to be able to watch legs as she struggled to keep her modesty climbing in and out of the car!
Back in the office, there was no more pressing work to be done as being a Friday the factory closed early; Maria just had to print off a few reports before they left for the day. It was as she began this task amid the normal good humoured banter that things started to go wrong.
Maria accidentally knocked a few pages of the report from the top of the printer, which then disappeared between the desk and the wall behind. With a murmured curse, she leant over the printer to try and retrieve them. Without warning her fine silk scarf caught in the feed, yanking her forwards.
"Oh shit!" she exclaimed, hitting the stop button as her chin was pulled to within inches of the machine.
Laughing, Jack and Pete came over to assist.
"Bloody hell girl, you're in a right fix there!" smiled Pete as he studied the situation.
"You're lucky we're still here or you'd be stuck like that for the weekend!"
"Never mind that!" snapped Maria, "Just get me out of this bloody thing!"
Jack and Pete studied the situation,
"Best we unplug it and take it over to the desk so we can get the back off" suggested Jack.
Pete cleared his desk while Jack picked up the heavy old printer and carried it to the desk with Maria in tow. Placing it in the middle of the desk, Jack pulled it towards him, forcing Maria to bend over the desk until her big tits were resting on the desktop.
"Sorry love, I've got to have it here so that I can see what I'm doing." he explained
Pulling the back off he peered inside,
"Blimey, what a mess, this might take a while to untangle, you've got both ends of your scarf caught in here so we can't even take it off you while I free it." he reported as his eyes drifted towards her swelling cleavage.
Meanwhile, Pete, in true gentlemanly fashion had pulled his swivel chair up behind Maria and had sat down so that he could take this unexpected opportunity to study her delightful rear view at leisure. He felt his cock twitch as he noticed the tell tale bumps of her suspender belt beneath her tight skirt.
Jack moved his face closer to Maria's
