6 comments/ 70721 views/ 10 favorites Housewife's Choice Revisited Ch. 01 By: Quin This is a two part sequel to a series that seemed popular when originally written a couple of years ago. A "respectable" English middle class couple in their forties have progressed from mild exhibitionism to actively seeking out sex partners and indulging in their passion for group sex. However, amazingly they still retain that old fashioned and inbred attitude of past generations and refrain from openly discussing or referring to their escapades in the cold light of day. Such people as this couple actually do exist. Part One. Jean and George considered the options for their first long weekend away of the year. "It's still far too cold to pursue outdoor activities," suggested George. His wife smiled thinking that the sort of activities they enjoyed most are better done in warmer weather if done outdoors. Now middle aged they preferred comfort and ease rather than to venture forth in icy damp or breezy cold winds. Not that they were adverse to a brisk walk on a good English winters day but their enjoyment of other interests was better in spring and summer. Like gardening was, she thought - but there ended the similarity. Jean remembered the time they were on a car park, visiting the countryside. Late evening and with just a few people around her she felt the chill on her bottom cheeks as she bent forward into the back passenger seat. How the men watching from the shrubbery enjoyed the show as she allowed George to peel down her panties and service her from behind. Those cliff top walks on windy days too were most pleasant when her dress billowed and rose like a kite. Usually just as men or youths passed by revealing how she had forgotten to wear appropriate underwear. So it was that they decided on a visit to a luxury hotel in central England near to the city but one that would provide an excellent base for sightseeing. "Perhaps we'll get bored visiting grand houses and castles," said George. "But perhaps other opportunities will present themselves," suggested Jean. Both smiled and nodded, knowing the thoughts that ran through each of their minds. Late Friday afternoon of the following week Jean and George were shown up to their expensive and tasteful room at the hotel. "Thank you," smiled Jean to the young porter and stood very close as she pressed a small amount of money into his hand. Already she was sizing up the possibilities of following interesting diversions as she eyed up the male staff. By dinner she was feeling a stirring in her loins and when George was about to shower before he dressed for their meal Jean asked him if he would like a drink. "I think I'll call room service and take an aperitif while I wait for you," she said. George's eyebrows rose and his eyes widened as he looked at his wife posed on the bed with her scanty underwear just visible beneath her short gown that had fallen open from waist down. He smiled to himself as he silently stepped into the bathroom feeling his penis harden before leaving his wife to play her little games. The knock came a few minutes later and Jean shouted for the waiter to come in. How pleased she was that it was a young man and not the robust woman she had encountered earlier. "Thanks," she said as he carried in the tray, "Just put it down there would you." The selected place was a small table positioned at the side of the bed and ideal for the boy to peruse the body of the sexy hotel guest. Leaning forward she saw him glance first down her loosely fastened top to see her ample cleavage then between her legs to notice her black stocking tops and white thigh that divided the other black garment that was her lacy panties. He averted his eyes when he realised she was watching him but she knew that he was a little surprised that she hadn't covered up. "Have you time to stay a minute and talk," she asked him. "You can tell me all the best places to visit. Give me a quick guide and tell me about the place." The young man stuttered a little then began a potted history of the place launching into a verbal list of best restaurants theatres and nightspots. She asked about taxis and places to park the car, a quite normal conversation. What was not normal though was how she leant forward to pick up her drink causing her top to gape open and the lower folds of her gown to spread even wider. Still she reclined, relaxed and sipping her drink as she spoke to the youth. She could see his discomfort as he tried to cover up his growing erection. "I bet you meet lots of women like me," she said, keeping her eyes glued on him. He looked perplexed so she continued. "Women who tease you, naughty housewives – you know I'm doing this on purpose don't you?" She lifted her knee slightly opening her thighs to show her gusset. Her panties creased into her vaginal slit making the boy take in a sharp breath. "It's OK, you don't need to try and hide your 'predicament'", Jean told him. "Do you like what you see?" The boy gave a little laugh then answered with a yes. "Do you sometimes get to have sex with female guests?" Jean asked casually as she continued to let her raised leg swing to and fro. The boy standing by her bed regained his composure a little. "Sometimes," he answered, "But one has to be careful, some women just tease to annoy their partners. They don't want touching, but when some do go further it may be because they want to cause trouble." "I see!!" said Jean laughing at his forthright "sock it to me" response. "Maybe then you had better just look if you don't trust my motives. But don't go and cover up that bulge in your trousers will you?" She took hold of the sash holding her gown together and pulled the knot. Letting the garment fall open she gave the boy the full view at the same time letting her hand fall to caress her inner thigh very close to her pussy. "You can just watch then," she told him. "Does it bother you that I'm probably old enough to be your mother?" "No!" assured the boy as he became restless and fidgety. "Take out your cock!" Jean purred, "Show me what you have tucked away in there." Hesitating for a moment the boy then complied. Jean noted that he was happy with what he had to offer and with good reason she thought when a very thick and hard penis of good length sprang forth. "Nice!" Jean told him as he began to draw the foreskin forward and back along the shaft. Her own fingers had delved inside her panties making the boy very excited. "Step closer!" she instructed the youth. Taking his cock she dipped it into her glass and slowly started to suck and lick him. "Would it excite you more if I told you my husband was in the shower? Would you think it very thrilling if you fucked me knowing he was just a few feet away from us?" The boy made some garbled comment while he caught his breath. "It's there if you want it – it's up to you if you want to pull my panties to one side and put that cock inside me!" The boy almost whimpered as he clumsily climbed on her prodding his dick into her belly. Eventually he found the hole and pushed his rod home grunting as he moved. "Don't come inside me!" whispered Jean, "I want it in my mouth!" The boy was far too excited to last but he remembered and managed to draw out and quickly sitting up offered his dick to her mouth. Jean smiled and catching the first spurt on her tongue she grabbed the cock and took charge. Retrieving the glass with her spare hand she held it against his knob end and as he watched amazed she captured the white sticky liquid in her drink. Giving him a wicked grin she kept her eyes on his as she slowly lifted the glass to her mouth and drank his juices. Cleaning his cock with her tongue she then asked him a question. "Do you still think I might be just teasing you?" The boy shook his head as Jean rose to kiss his lips. Forcing his mouth open with her tongue she felt him tense as he tasted his own jism. The woman returned to him some of his bodily fluid and it thrilled her when he offered no complaint. "That isn't the first time you've tasted male sperm, is it?" she whispered to him. "No!" he admitted quietly. Jean felt a little tingle run through her before she asked, "What do you think my husband would have done if he had come out of the bathroom and caught you fucking me?" "He would have killed me I expect!" said the boy. "No," Jean told him and in a tone that emphasised every word said, "He would have either wanted to join in or just watch." To her joy the boy didn't freak out or show disapproval. Encouraged she carried on. "Maybe I'll have to ask him if we can find time to play again before we go home. Perhaps you might like to join us when you have some time off?" Jean's heart missed a beat when the boy agreed. "Perhaps," he replied. No sooner had he left when George appeared from the bathroom. "Did you enjoy that dear?" he asked. "Yes," she smiled, "It has improved my appetite anyway!" Whether either referred to the aperitif or something else not did not matter. "You were a long time in the shower George," his wife commented. "I wasn't under the shower the whole time!" he answered. Jean smiled knowingly - she had thought she had detected a small movement of the door. "Was the waiter nice...I heard his voice from the shower?" "He was very pleasant," Jean answered. "Maybe I will meet him myself sometime this weekend?" George wondered. "Would he be the sort that might want to spend time in the company of both of us?" "Probably," Jean replied. "The subject has been broached. He seemed favourable." George smiled as his wife announced that she would need a further shower before dinner. The fact that she had bathed less than an hour ago wasn't commented on. The late evening was mild enough for the couple to venture into the city centre and spend time in local public houses. The pub life was hectic and noisy, not to the couples liking but then drinking wasn't the intended purpose of the visit. Jean scanned the room for likely companions hoping to engage such a person or persons in conversation but didn't spot a likely candidate. It had to be a special person, a certain type, like the three boys they had met on holiday last year. The memories made Jean damp between the legs while George felt his cock stiffen when she asked if he recalled the hostelry where they had all met. Disappointed they left the pub and found a sedate wine bar that offered a more relaxed and quiet atmosphere. George, having driven into town was happy to sip on his non alcoholic beverage while Jean sipped a cocktail. The Asian man at the corner of the bar attracted Jeans attention. "I'm just going to the ladies room," she told her husband. It was not accidental that when she passed the man that she bumped into him and caused him to spill his drink. "Oh I'm sorry!" she said apologetically, using her handkerchief that she had ready at hand to wipe him down. The usual niceties where uttered and the man assured her she should not worry about the minor calamity. She watched his facial expression as she let the hand that was wiping him down drift to brush over his crotch. She read his reaction as one of surprise but pleasing. Feeling comfortable she chatted for a moment before going on her way to the ladies room. "I wonder," she asked the man on her way back, "If you are drinking alone would you like to join my husband and myself at our table?" The Asian man seemed confused at this unexpected turn of events but Jean pressured him to follow her after buying him another drink. "This is Sanjeev," she said introducing him to George having learnt his name on the way over to the table. Sitting next to him she took the opportunity to fiddle with her buttons drawing his gaze to her breasts and a couple of times squeezed his thigh when they all laughed at some witty remark. With the pleasantries exchanged all were soon comfortable in each others company and chatted away merrily. He was 29yrs old single and from India and though he told them he was a Hindu said he wasn't very devout. Twice he explained that he wasn't used to being in the company of English ladies and begged understanding that a certain forwardness and directness still surprised him. George laughed and told him it was fine while Jean looked at him in a provocative way reading the sexual implications that it suggested. "It's OK for you to admire the female form here with us Sanjeev." The boy was even more confused by the woman's comment and Jean herself didn't even know what she was trying to convey. But even so she saw how his eyes darted from her cleavage to her midriff but she knew his view was obstructed by the table. They learned too that having to work long hours with his business meant that it was very rare to enjoy the company of any female at all. Girls from his own background would never be able just rush out to meet him in a bar when he did manage to snatch a little time off. Sanjeev ran a small restaurant with two uncles and after a few more glasses of wine invited the couple for a meal. It wasn't very salubrious, he told them but soon they hoped to be able to expand their business. "My uncle's will be pleased to meet my new friends," he told them, "Though their English isn't very good. In fact, my elder uncle hardly speaks any at all." As the evening came to an end Jean was convinced he had become more than a little aroused by her touching and display of flesh. She wished she had worn something more revealing and cursed the winter weather. "Let us give you a lift home!" George suggested much to Jean's joy. Maybe there would be a chance to find out just how interested the Asian man was in her. How easy it would have been if she was alone and not with her husband. That wasn't the way they played the game though. Jean noted Sanjeev's surprise when she slid into the rear of the vehicle next to him rather than sit up front with her husband. The car lot was sufficiently empty and dark to afford an amount of privacy. Jean leant over toward her young friend and kissed him on the cheek stunning him into silence. "Thank you for spending time with us Sanjeev," she said. George pretended to fiddle and fumble about instead of starting the engine and peeped through the mirror. The man was open mouthed and shocked looking to see if the woman's husband had seen what his wife had just done. "The drink has made me feel very sexy, Sanjeev. How about a real goodnight kiss before we take you home?" "I don't understand!" he blurted out in a voice that was almost panic ridden. "You don't need to understand," said Jean softly. "Just that there are people like us that like to have fun with other people – sexual fun. Don't worry about George being here, this is what we like to do. You said you have no girlfriend, so if you would like to have a little sexual pleasure with me then that's fine with us. I've seen the way you have been looking at my breasts all night – do you want to see more – touch them?" Jean knew that now their new friend would either jump out of the car and run away expressing his disgust as he went or if as she suspected he was short of sexual partners would give in to temptation and remain to take part. She knew that George's presence was the deciding factor as it scared him and such a thing was, in his culture probably undreamt of. "George likes to watch me – with another man," she whispered to him very quietly. Her hand gently caressed the front of his trousers and she thrilled to find he was hard. "You enjoyed looking at my tits – you can unfasten my blouse and play with them if you want!" she whispered temptingly. Jean had to start the process for him and popped open a few buttons before taking his hand and placing it on her left breast. "Go on Sanjeev, its OK!" she assured him softly kissing his neck. Of course he did and his shaking hands hesitantly undid more buttons before he cupped his hand around her breast then groaned at the feel of the soft cloth of the bra. Jean carefully unzipped him and took his cock from his pants disappointed it was not lighter so she could examine the big brown penis properly. She waited while he relaxed and was starting to become lost in his sexual lust before she gently broke away from him and slipped her blouse from her shoulders. "Have you ever seen a white woman's bare tits before?" she asked in the same soft seductive tone. The white's of his eyes widened as he made a small noise shaking his head. Jean reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. He moaned as her tits came into view and Jean took his head and gently drew him to her nipples inviting him to suck them. As his wife enjoyed the mouth of the Asian man on her tits and simultaneously masturbated him George sat happily playing with his cock watching avidly. His wife glanced over at him smiling, happy that their holiday weekend was turning out to be very exciting and enjoyable. Suddenly Jean knew Sanjeev was near to climax. It would be over soon and she wanted to make sure he had a special treat, only because it would make him want to repeat the event. Without saying anything Jean lowered her head to his cock and took him in her mouth. With long slow strokes she pulled on his foreskin then suddenly increased her efforts. Rapidly she worked her hand up and down keeping her mouth firmly around his cock. To him it was an unbelievable dream and as he felt his sperm about to explode warned her. It was to his further surprise that she kept his cock inside her orifice and drank every drop of fluid from him. And as all this happened her husband was happy just to watch and play with his dick! The short journey was silent as having had his sexual appetite satisfied the man had begun to feel embarrassed. Conversation with George was impossible and as both knew how he must be feeling they didn't pressure him. They were in a strange town and this was a man they would never ever see again so they cared not if he began to resent them. As he climbed from the car not knowing what to say Jean asked the question that would decide whether they met again. "Suppose the offer of the meal doesn't apply any more?" she asked. Sanjeev hesitated then searched awkwardly for the right words. "Come tomorrow or the night after if you want. Better if you come late evening then when we close you can meet my uncles. They will expect me to introduce any friends I give a meal to – especially white ones. Yes, please come." "If you're sure it's OK?" Jean said. "Should I dress formally?" she inquired trying to show respect for their different cultures. Sanjeev ran his eyes up and down her body, "They will enjoy the way you dress." There was a meaning in his comment that was emphasised by the way he said it and the facial expression. Jean smiled and both bid him goodnight watching him disappear into the darkness. By tomorrow he might change his mind about wanting their company again but they would see what happened. Suddenly his form came back into view and he hurriedly signalled for them to wind down the window. "Thank you!" he shouted before once more rushing away into the shadows. Back at the hotel the couple retired to the lounge bar to have a last drink before going up to their room. The episode had left them with a certain longing and desire that needed satisfying. As usual they didn't speak about their adventures but just sat making small talk. Finishing their nightcap they walked through to the desk to obtain their key. "Did you have a nice evening?" a voice asked them. Looking around they saw the young waiter shuffling his feet and seeming unsettled. "Very good thank you!" answered Jean, "And you? Has it been your night off tonight?" He nodded then said, "I wondered if you would be in the bar tonight – so I could buy you both a drink." Housewife's Choice Revisited Ch. 01 Jean instantly knew that that was not what he really meant. She looked at George and read his mind – it made her heart race. "Well, it would have been nice. Do you have a room here?" "Yes, it goes with the job," he told them. "Then maybe another night," she suggested. The boy sloped off with a look of disappointment. As they made their way to the room Jean asked her husband, "It's up to you George – would you like more company tonight?" "If you would dear – he seems keen to get to know us better. You did mention to him earlier if he would like to join not just you again but both of us together. He has been waiting all evening for us to return." "Wait here a minute George!" instructed his wife. Catching up with the waiter she had a short conversation with him then gave out an invitation. "If you are interested come to our room in about half an hour." He readily agreed and Jean felt the excitement tingle through her body. Rejoining her husband she told him that they would shortly be having a visitor to their room. She saw George shiver a little and heard him catch his breath – it was with excitement and anticipation of what might happen and what he hoped would happen! Stepping into their room George took hold of his wife. In their usual way they conveyed their thoughts and feelings silently embraced in each others arms and doing what teenagers referred to as heavy petting. Not many teenagers however harboured the same thoughts and desires as this particular couple did! Half an hour later found them changed and refreshed awaiting their late visitor. He was very punctual and when George opened the door to him the men stood momentarily weighing each other up with wary eyes. "Come in!" said George, showing his surprise that the man was dressed in a short towelling robe and carrying an already opened bottle of Chardonnay. Unconscious of his actions George ran his eyes the length of the young man's torso noticing his well toned muscles and dwelling on the bare pectorals that were revealed by the loosely fastened top. In the same way a man's eyes would be attracted to a woman's ample cleavage George's gaze lingered longer than was polite. In the same instant that he became aware of his lingering look George saw the man was completely unabashed and was almost posturing. Jean, who stood watching, saw how their eyes met and lingered in a way that would usually have been reserved for her. In it she saw a lust and passion from two human beings that were definitely on the same wavelength. "I hope you don't think it too forward of me coming here dressed so casual. My room's only just along the next corridor." "Not at all, perhaps we should follow suit. You won't then," continued Jean, "Complain if I pull this cord?" She had taken hold of the sash that held his bathrobe together. They smiled at each other and exchanged challenging glances as though daring each other on who was prepared to be the most outrageous. Jean pulled and when the gown fell open she and her husband fixed their eyes immediately on the large bulging pouch that was his semi hard penis and ball bag. Squashed into a piece of cloth that barely covered his scrotum held only by thin strands it seemed as if his cock was about to burst forth. There was silence as Jean stroked and fondled the bulge. After their previous encounter the young man knew just how the woman thought and it was a game he liked to play. "Very nice – isn't it George?" Jeans husband was not yet used to being so upfront and direct regarding the attributes of other men but he managed an affirmative. I didn't get the name?" Jean said. "Alan," the man answered. Jean stepped back from him and undid the button holding her skirt up. It dropped to the floor and she stood open legged showing Alan she had removed her panties. Alan smiled then slowly he too removed his G-string holding his robe open displaying his erect proud cock. "Your husband is the odd one out – why doesn't he undress?" George kept his excitement controlled as he removed his clothing then turning to face the others he saw Alan stepping toward him. Without any embarrassment the youth took hold of the older man's dick and gently began to masturbate him. "This is what you've been wanting isn't it?" he asked with a wicked grin. George didn't answer but didn't move to stop him either then he gasped as he felt Alan take hold of his hand and place it around his own cock. Both men stood masturbating each other slowly for a few long minutes. Jean guided both of them near the bed without disturbing there actions then sat down making their cocks brush her face. She took turns to suck each one then letting her fingers creep round the youths buttocks played with his anus. The purple ends of the men's penis's now touched and Jean kissed each one. She turned them both slightly and knowing George was watching her she lowered her face to the boy's orifice sticking out her tongue so George could see just before her face went from his sight. He knew what she was about to do when he heard the boy groan. She licked his arse slit and ran her tongue up and down before trying to force it into his brown hole. George was breathing heavily and was overjoyed; he kissed the man on the lips. Jeans fingers tried to replace her tongue but his voice stopped her. "You need lubrication for that!" he said. Jean hurriedly took a jar of cream from the dresser and smeared her fingers with the greasy contents. Now her fingers slipped easily into his arse and he wriggled approvingly pressing back against her hand. "You want more than this don't you?" he said looking at George. George nodded and turning slowly Alan knelt on the bed offering up his bottom to the couple. His hole looked wide open and Jean kissed her husband before helping him gain his first experience in fucking another man. Pressing his cock against the boy's arse-hole after greasing it with the residue left on her fingers she whispered for him to push forward. Now it was George's turn to have pleasure while she watched him and have pleasure he did! She saw the look of ecstasy on his face then leaving him to his lust she lay down on the bed and manoeuvred her head under the boy. His cock was dangling and swinging to and fro and she caught it in her mouth. As her husband fucked the boy she sucked his penis to the same rhythm. On it went each lost in their lust until finally climax came. She knew her husband was about to "cum" so sucking harder she tried hard to make both simultaneous. Not quite but near enough when to her surprise the boy shot first filling her mouth with sperm. George was very vocal in his moment of joy and cried out as his own sperm shot up the boy's back passage. With a plop his cock slipped out and as Alan fell to one side Jean found the soiled dick hovering over her face. The men looked at her sperm stained cheeks and she knew she was about to shock and surprise them both when she opened her mouth and took her husband's dirty weapon between her lips. This was something very filthy but she wanted to do it. She felt a thrill as the men watched her perform the decadent task of cleaning her husbands cock with her lips and tongue. Like a cat washing itself she licked every inch of the penis and sucked the "aftercum" from the little orifice at the end. "Open the wine!" someone finally said and then all sat drinking reflecting on what they had done. Jean sat unashamedly wide legged with out her panties and as they talked she saw it wasn't long before Alan's penis began to show signs of recovery. A few minutes later he told her to rest her back against the head board and sit with her knees bent high. Now, he told her, it was her turn to be licked and very expertly he went to work with his tongue on both her cunt and tight brown hole. The rest of the night would see lots of activity with, at one stage Jean finding herself sandwiched between the two men a cock in both her holes at the same time. Each would at some time offer up their arse to be invaded by a stiff rod and after they would thrill to the sight of Jean using her tongue in the dirtiest of ways licking and sucking on dick or cleaning sperm that ran from an arse-hole. So to would she be well fucked and her tits made sore by eager tongues. The night was a long and hectic one and all slept late the morning after. To be continued... Housewife's Choice Revisited Ch. 02 A holiday is meant to be restful so Jean suggested they should take time to do the things other people do. Saturday and Sunday afternoon were spent visiting historic sites and enjoying the local amenities. The Asian boy may be keener to see them again if he was made to wait, Jean reasoned. Either that, she said to herself, or after having had chance to reflect would have gone off the idea altogether. It didn’t matter which but there was a certain interest and it would be quite disappointing not to get the chance to visit the restaurant. “What shall we do for dinner tonight George?” Jean asked her husband. “Depends on the level of your appetite I suppose,” answered the man. “We could eat in the hotel – or see what the Indian restaurant has to offer.” “It would be rude not to accept the hospitality. Maybe Sanjeev’s uncles are already looking forward to meeting us. It would be interesting to see what they are like – they don’t get the chance to socialise with anyone at all. Maybe it could be quite exciting for them to talk to English people like us, be in the presence of an English woman.” “We would have to eat late,” George reflected, “He said we should go late then we could meet his uncles when the place closed. If you’re fully refreshed and not too tired for a late night then we will go. Maybe we should check first.” “I’ll do it now,” said Jean. The telephone call was short and formal. “Hello Sanjeev, you know who this is. I was just checking if you still wished us to visit your restaurant. We thought of coming late this evening if you are not booked up. I understand if you have had second thoughts and prefer it if we didn’t come.” There was a delay before the other party spoke. “I have been thinking about it a lot,” he began, searching for the correct words. “Yes, I would like you to come. This evening is good – not very busy later and we close early Sunday’s.” “I’m looking forward to it,” Jean replied, “We will see you later then.” With a smile on her face Jean went back to tell her husband they would be dining out. “We should take a nap, rest awhile,” he suggested, “Recharge our batteries.” They did, but as they lay dozing thoughts caused them to want to seek relief from lewd thoughts and for a few minutes they took the time to quench each others thirst for lust by fucking frantically on the bed before drifting off into a deep sleep. As they were going to eat late time was on their side and in a most leisurely fashion they dressed. Not too formally because this was one of those places where good food eaten in a relaxed atmosphere is the order of the day. George watched his wife slide the silky stockings up her thighs and secure them by the now outmoded clips of a traditional suspender belt. Somehow to men of George’s generation pantyhose and hold up stockings aren’t quite the same. Jean’s top was a blouse that was probably on the verge of being a little too tight but emphasised her well-rounded bust and cleavage admirably. Perhaps also just a little too see-through to be worn with a bra that was designed to be worn with a tight tee shirt without showing seams or ridges. Her nipples and dark red a, in the right light could clearly be seen through the transparent garments. Her choice of skirt caused George to catch his breath and feel his cock twitch. Plain and black with just a little slit at the left thigh, a skirt like many others but on Jean it defined the effect of the overall image. Its length was just about acceptable to walk the streets with though she wouldn’t have chosen it to visit the shops back in her own leafy suburban avenue. She seemed to favour clothing that was a little too tight tonight and like the blouse it showed off her still trim but shapely figure. It was when she sat down that a problem might present itself as it would be impossible to cover her stocking tops. In fact, as she walked the darker tops and even sometimes the bare skin of her white thighs attracted the eye. George felt it was a bit too blatant and daring because it would draw the attention of everyone in sight, something that could spoil things somewhat, given the situation. Now if they were walking in a park or parading in other public places he would have felt different. How he loved his wife to display her attributes and see the faces of passing males. But everything had its place and sometimes a little discretion was in order. George was therefore happy when his wife donned a full length coat suitable for the winter weather. “Wise,” remarked George, “Given the climate.” He knew that when sat at the table most of her display would be hidden and it was not an establishment that meant a long walk from cloakroom to table. Off they went in the cab George had called and he smiled tolerantly when the driver constantly glanced in his mirror having noticed Jeans garb as she climbed into his vehicle. At the restaurant Jean managed to take her seat without giving too much away. It was a pleasant place, busier than they had imagined which meant Sanjeev had little time to devote to his invited guests as he tended the needs of his other customers. He and another young man waited on tables and the couple assumed the older family members, the uncles must work in the kitchens. Choosing a dish that was only moderately spicy Jean and George spent a pleasant evening. The place was lively and brisk bustling with a vibrant life of its own. People came and went, music played in the background and it was quite late before Sanjeev could speak to his friends properly. “I’m sorry but this evening has proved to be much busier than expected. If you’re not bored and ready to leave I’ll be able to join you shortly and introduce you to my uncles.” Accepting a drink Jean was happy to see there was no hang-ups or embarrassment from their earlier meeting. Soon the very last party of people were waved goodbye and Sanjeev and his fellow waiter visibly relaxed their shoulders and blew air noisily from their lungs. The other boy was an employee who had to carry on with his tasks but Sanjeev now used his rank to desist from work and sit with his friends. In conversation the young man told them that beside him and his uncles they employed two permanent staff and in the kitchen was a chef. The small talk went on and Jean stretched her legs pushing her chair a little back. It enough for Sanjeev to notice the length of her skirt and from then on it caused him to falter as he became more and more distracted. “I will go and get my uncles now and introduce you both!” he finally said. Jean moved her legs back under the table so not to shock the men before they had chance to meet her. They were as one would expect Indian men of that age to be. One appeared to be late fifties while the other a little younger and they smiled constantly as they fussed over their guest’s hospitality being their forte. Jean noted how their eyes kept drifting to her bosom and how the other waiter still busy cleaning the tables stared as he passed more times than was necessary. George felt himself becoming impatient for his wife to make a move and show the men her charms. Then suddenly she slid her chair backwards and there was an audible drawing in of air and widening of eyes. The men, not used to this at all politely diverted their eyes and became restless but Jean knew their gaze would always drift back to between her legs. She carried on speaking quietly and normally to them asking interesting questions about their business and culture and comparing their different diets. She covertly checked how much her skirt had ridden up and made sure she didn’t uncover too much too soon. For men of their background though just the sight of so much bare leg and flashing of stocking tops was more than they had ever seen before. Only pictures in those magazines that they could hardly believe were allowed to be on sale in this foreign country came near. To see such a thing in real life, close up and without the lady appearing to care or take offence was mind-boggling for them. Just as Jean expected they gradually began to relax and become a little more daring and brave with their glances. She knew they liked what they saw and were not going to throw her out in disgust. These men had been without women for a long time and Jean knew that all too well. The slightest movement of a foot made them hopeful she would reveal more and she purposely arched her back making her tits push forward under her tight blouse. When Jean picked her moment and let her knee fall apart just a few inches the atmosphere was electric and tense. She knew now that they could see a little bare flesh above her stockings and a glimpse of her pink panties – a good colour to attract the eye she had thought when dressing. She didn’t know just how to play her next move but she felt a powerful lust rising inside her belly. “Would you show me the ladies room Sanjeev?” she asked. The boy who had been hoping this night would somehow let him repeat his adventure directed her down the corridor. “It is the third door on the left,” he told her pointing his hand as he daydreamed. The other men sat silent and stunned having watched how she rose from her seat and seen how her panties folded into her slit as she moved to stand. “No, come and show me!” she urged him smiling. Naively he wondered why she should worry of getting lost but obeyed being concerned that he had a bulge in the front of his trousers. They reached the door down the dim corridor and Jean looked into the kitchen to see a big man staring back at her in a lewd manner. He was the chef and the other employee had rushed ahead to tell him of this English woman’s exhibitionism. Jean stared back with a naughty almost imperceptible smile feeling aroused by the man’s look of shear lust. She was going to shock him. “Its here,” said Sanjeev, about to turn and go back up the corridor. “Come in with me!” she whispered to him as she grabbed his lapel. Like a zombie he allowed her to pull him into the ladies room and Jean saw how the watching staff stood mesmerised and open jawed. She smiled openly and brazenly at the watching pair conveying to them her desire for depraved games. Closing the door behind her she gave a little wave of her hand knowing they probably envied their young employer. Dropping her panties her she pulled Sanjeev toward her and quickly unfastened his fly. She masturbated his cock while she held her skirt high for him to view her bare belly then impaled herself on his weapon. It was to be just a “quickie”, merely to stimulate her – she would need much more than this to satisfy her appetite tonight. Sanjeev regained his breath and looked down at his now limp cock and the woman’s wet vagina. His sperm clung to the small neat bush of pubic hair and as he lifted his gaze to meet his unusual female friend she asked him a question. “Do you think your uncle’s are glad they met me? Would they be happy if I stayed a little longer? It was a question with a double meaning but Sanjeev answered right away. “Yes, they are enjoying your company!” he said. Jean liked this cat and mouse stuff, this ambiguous small talk that hid true perverted intentions. “Let’s go back to the table,” she said, opening the door and setting off with out putting her panties back on. The occupants of the table looked curious and keyed up. Why had they taken so long and why had Sanjeev stayed with her? Could it be possible that they had “done something”? The woman saw that the passions and lusts of the men had been aroused and just how much desire they had to satisfy them depended on their willingness to abandon convention and submit themselves to wild abandon. Now she took her chair and positioned it directly in front of the two elderly men before she sat down. There was no coyness in the way she let her thighs part and her skirt ride up making it obvious she had left off her panties. The men began to jabber away to each other in their own language and then looked at George. He responded by lifting his glass and gesturing as though he was proposing a toast then told Sanjeev to tell his uncles that he was happy being here. Sanjeev did just that and the men looked perplexed but a gladness to made itself known. Jean remembered that the older one could understand very little and decided to employ their nephew as interpreter. “Sanjeev, ask your uncles if they want me to stay?” They quickly but nervously said they did. “Tell them that if they get pleasure from looking at my body it’s fine and I don’t mind” Their jaws fell open when this comment was conveyed to them. Jean bent her knee just a little more to improve the view between her legs and smiled at the two men. “It must be very difficult for them without women?” she said and waited while Sanjeev repeated her words in Punjabi. The one who spoke a little English nodded and told her yes three times but now his perpetual smile had gone as like his companion he was awestruck. “Do they want to see more of me? Would they like to find some sexual pleasure by looking at me?” The men swallowed hard and after once again speaking in frantic tones in their foreign tongue Sanjeev answered for them. “They say that they have never been with a woman for such a long time and they would like it for you to give them pleasure. We should wait and dismiss the staff first,” he added. “No!” said Jean, quietly but firmly, “Let them stay too” The men sat silent as Jean lifted her skirt even higher over her hips and spread her legs wide. “Have they ever seen a white woman like this before?” she asked. She got the answer right away that they hadn’t. “Tell them that as I know they have had no sex for a while then to show my appreciation of your hospitality I will let them use me to satisfy their desires.” She listened to their excited animated ranting as she unfastened her blouse and pulling the two halves apart slipped her hands behind her back to unclip her bra. When her tits came on show the men fell silent and as she cupped them she smiled telling Sanjeev to ask them if they would like to suck on her nipples. She beckoned them over with her hand when they hesitated and then let her fingers play between her legs. The men slowly moved and falling to their knees on each side of her took a breast each and proceeded to suck her tits. Jean looked to see that her husband and the men’s nephew had taken their dicks out too and masturbated while they watched. The men gave in to their instincts and lost their shyness. Now they explored her cunt and felt for her anus. With sufficient time passed to lose herself in the enjoyment of her own pleasure Jean signalled for the men to stand. Bringing them closer to her they realised she was going to take out their sexual organs from their trousers. They watched in awe as the white woman extracted their cocks and began to suck alternately on each one. Jean was pleasantly surprised to find that the older one, whose body was way past its best, could still sport a good hard penis. She worked hard licking and sucking their dicks making them cry out with pleasure. She teased the purple tip then took a testicle in her mouth making the recipient of her attentions give out an almost manic laugh. She chewed and drew the foreskin back then ran her tongue under their ball bags to tickle their brown hole with her tongue. The men like this immensely and dropped their trousers in an effort to encourage the woman. Jean obliged and after using her finger turned one man at a time to lick his arsehole. She tired and suddenly rose up startling the men. Beckoning one to sit on the chair she impaled herself on his dick and it made a squelching sound as it entered her cunt. Pulling the other man to her face she began to masturbate him into her mouth with rapid movements of her hand. As she bounced and sucked the men almost sang with joy then without warning and within a few seconds of each other they cried out and shouted. Jean felt the rush of fluid in both her mouth and pussy and slowing down she tightened her cunt muscles and sucked hard with her mouth increasing the men’s pleasure and devouring the lot. A minute later and she felt herself being pulled off the man’s lap by Sanjeev. His cock was ready again in his eagerness he almost hurt Jean as he grabbed her hair and forced her down in front of him. He wanted to fuck her mouth and like a piston his cock hammered against her throat worked by his strong hips pushing to and fro. His hand managed to grip a breast while the other held her head. His sperm flowed like a torrent into her mouth and down her gullet and he closed his eyes as gradually he slowed and stopped like an engine out of fuel. Jean pulled herself up onto a chair and looked around at the sated tired men who still thought they were in a wet dream. George, being expert at pacing himself so not to diminish his pleasure by ejaculating to early smiled at his wife approvingly. Jean glanced toward the corridor then back at her husband – the look told him she still wanted more. He gave a little laugh when he remembered that two other men were on the premises and his wife would be happy to satisfy them both. Jean left the recovering men and walked toward the corridor. She knew the men would have watched and hoped they hadn’t quenched their thirst for sex by hand. With her tits still hanging out from her blouse she saw them stood in the doorway that led to the kitchen. Just a few feet separated the door from the toilet, the place she was heading and she had to almost walk straight up to them. She stopped at the ladies room door and stared straight at them. The big man, sweaty and in his late thirties stared straight back his face expressionless other than telling her he was probably a man that liked his sex hard and dirty. He looked the proverbial depraved pervert who couldn’t be shocked or embarrassed by anything. The younger one licked his lips and was almost shaking with excitement now this strange white woman was standing so near to him. Jean didn’t smile now either but moving very slowly parted her blouse improving the view of her nipples. She stared at the big man and raised her skirt just enough to show the slightest glimpse of her pussy at the same time she ran her tongue across her lips. Very, very slowly she kept her eyes on the man as she shimmied sideways into the toilet, without closing the door. She stood in a cubicle and keeping standing she straddled the bowl. She waited, and heard the sound of approaching footsteps. The big man stood in front of her and still just stared. Jean’s heart raced excited by the tension and intimidation of this giant Asian man. He watched as she raised her skirt above her hips still looking him in the eye. She saw his gaze fall to her midriff when her hand dropped to her cunt. She opened her slit and held it open before widened her stance. With a great feeling of excitement and depravity she let her urine begin to flow from her bladder. The man now did look a little surprised at this middle class white woman who was prepared to let him watch her piss – and apparently enjoy the experience. She kept her eyes on him and now she let a faint smile come over her face. Her piss splashed into the bowl and she pushed her hips further forward opening her cunt wider for the man to view. Jean gasped when the man rapidly unzipped his pants and drew out probably one of the longest, thickest cocks she had ever seen. He saw her reaction but as though to tell him she liked what she saw she smiled and licked her lips. Her excitement increased as the man stepped near and now her bladder was empty she stood and waited for him to make the next move. She expected him to ram his cock inside her but he didn’t. He pressed his hand on her shoulder and made her sit down. Now he was going to use her in a dirty way. His cock was large but now she saw it was only semi hard. It hovered in front of her face but he made no attempt to shove it in her mouth. What was he waiting for? Then the answer came to her and again her heart pounded. Would she, could she? Housewife's Choice Revisited Ch. 02 She opened her mouth and saw again he hadn’t expected this compliance. Now he did have an expression on his face realising this woman was just as perverted as he. She was giving her permission for him to commit a very dirty act and to make sure he got the message she raised her hands and took hold of his giant weapon and pointed it at her open mouth. His piss spurted out in a yellow stream and splashed off her tongue. He was amazed how she held his cock and controlled its aim, closing her throat to let her mouth fill with the pungent liquid before expelling it then letting it fill again. Defiantly she lifted her gaze and let him see how she swallowed and drank mouthfuls. A movement at the door made her snatch a quick look past the man. She expected to see the other young waiter wanking away – but it was not he – it was her husband George! Her husband was watching her happily drinking the piss of an Asian stranger! To late to find out if this was beyond acceptable limits for their games Jean was made to keep the penis in her mouth while he relieved himself of the last dregs. Then he took her hand and moved it in a way that insisted he wanted her to wank him. She had no choice and she sucked his big rod as he held her by the hair keeping his dick firmly in her mouth. He wasn’t easy to satisfy and now she realised that the others had joined the audience. There was a loud and excited babble of voices as the men exchanged words in their own language. Eagerly they pulled the woman up from her seat and guided her into the kitchen firmly but gently bending her over the large table. Standing away from the action George watched quietly and it seemed to be decided that now the young boy should have his turn. An ulterior motive for this was that the older boss men had not yet sufficiently recovered their libido and perhaps the sight of the lad hammering away at this ladies arse would arouse them sufficiently. Happy and willing the young boy rode Jean like a possessed spirit holding on to her hips and sometimes squeezing and slapping her ample rump. It was not long before he cried out and his movements came to halt as his sperm filled the woman’s cunt. No time was lost with the others jostling for position but the wise elder, still content just to watch, signalled for the big man to finish sating his lust. Jean felt her private hole stretch and gasped as the giant rod pushed inside her orifice. Two big hands gripped her hips and lifted her from the floor before bouncing her down again. Repeatedly she felt the rise and fall, first slow and steady then a gaining of momentum as the man’s passion grew. She moaned and cried out balancing herself on her elbows so she could push her arse backwards to meet the thrusting cock. The men had never seen such a thing before and now their lust was recovering fast. With a mighty roar the big chef announced the arrival of his climax and how pleased he would have been to know that he had given Jean not one but two orgasms of her own. In her polite middle class way Jean stayed put over the table and allowed the old men to fumble and pant for breath as they prodded their penises against any hole they could. With a mixture of sexual intercourse and self gratification she waited patiently until she felt their wet sticky liquid spill out over her bottom cheeks. The big dick had spoiled her for any other and the old men’s efforts would never match the delights of the brown weapon that had been inside her. George, in the corner, was now glad the men had finished and they would be able to excuse themselves and leave. Long ago he had brought his cock to climax, but not this time from watching his wife. Sanjeev had remained very quiet and not joined in the fun – because he had no need to. George had been sat watching the young waiter perform a little favour for his boss. Sanjeev had positioned himself on a kitchen chair while the young employee had obligingly knelt between his legs and sucked his penis. Though happy just to watch George would later regret the missed opportunity that he too could have perhaps sampled the delights of Sanjeev, just as his wife had. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Back at the hotel they showered and prepared for bed, the last night of their weekend break now over. George however needed to satisfy a certain urge and quietly and slowly he made love to his wife as he dreamed away, lost in his own personal fantasies. Jean knew at times like this it was best if she stayed silent and allowed him to indulge in his private thoughts.