9 comments/ 43517 views/ 36 favorites Two Osservare Bella By: Bellahotwife Part of my job entails entertaining clients and potential new clients and sometimes their wives, husbands or girlfriends come along too. On such occasions Karen my wife of five years will often come with me. She is excellent company and very good with the clients and their partners and just happens to look great too. Karen loves socialising and thoroughly enjoys these nights out, especially if it entails eating out in one of the top restaurants in town and then going on to a club where she can dance the night away. Despite being forty five Karen looks much younger and was still an incredible beautiful woman with a body to match. On such nights when dressed up she could hold her own against any woman in terms of looking sophisticated and sexy. Standing around five foot three in her bare feet and with shoulder length dark brown hair and beautiful green eyes on a delectable size 8-10 frame with magnificent 32G breasts topped off with large prominent and sensitive nipples she always drew attention. For me though her best assets are her toned shapely legs and magnificent sexy bum which always draws attention. About three months ago Karen accompanied me on one such occasion when I took six of my top clients and their wives to a day out at the races followed by a meal in town and then onto a fairly exclusive club. Karen knows I like her to dress classy yet ooze sex appeal on such occasions to impress my male clients. For years I have tried to get her to wear a good old fashioned pair of seamed stockings and suspenders and despite buying her numerous sets she always refused. I think a woman wearing stockings and suspenders with six inch high heels are the ultimate in femininity and sex appeal. In my mind's eye I knew just how sexy Karen would look wearing them. However unbeknown to me tonight was going to be my lucky night, she would wear them for the first time. Why tonight of all nights I do not know but I was not complaining. What possessed her to wear them whether she was feeling horny or just wanted to please me I do not know? Whatever it was she certainly had done me proud and looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing a very classy and elegant designer black silk wrap around dress which was speckled with gold glitter and held at the waist by a thin gold rope belt. The dress was complimented by the gold strappy six inch heels she wore which helped define and show off her strong shapely legs and great bum. The dress was not tight but the silk just moulded itself to her body extenuating all her wonderful curves. The wrap style also showcased her cleavage with the material slipping between the swell of her breasts like a river flowing over rocks in a gorge. It also afforded tantalising glimpses of thigh and stockings when the material naturally parted as she walked. The hem too was unusually short for Karen, sitting about four inches above her knees. Due to the shortness of the dress and its wrap over style it would inevitable mean Karen would have to be careful how she sat or moved especially when on the dance floor as she was likely to expose her legs and thighs. Beneath the dress she was wearing a pair of silk seamed barely black lace top stockings held up by a lilac suspender belt. To go with the suspenders she had on a matching half bra which lifted and showcased her breasts perfectly and a meniscal lace thong that hardly covered her sex, both in lilac. I did not notice it at first but when standing with the light behind her or if Karen was bending over stretching the dress taut over her gorgeous bum you could see the outline of her suspenders and the "V" of her thong panties and very sexy it looked too. Because the evenings could get a little chilly this time of year she also wore a black Bolero jacket which had gold glitter on the collar to match the dress. I have to say I thought she looked fabulous and very sexy. Karen can be a little reserved in her dress and somewhat prudish and straight laced at times but not tonight. I loved the thought of her struggling to maintain her modesty all night when dancing or getting in or out of the mini bus. Any failures would undoubtedly lead to our guests being treated to a spectacular sexy glimpse of her thigh or stocking tops or even a flash of her tiny lilac panties. I was certain even if she avoided the embarrassment of exposing her herself to our guests they would certainly sooner or later discover she was wearing stockings and suspenders when she was caught in the right light or bent over too far causing her dress to be crushed against her beautiful bum clearing showing the outlines of her undies. If she knew she had a visible panty line I am sure she would have gone and changed but I was not about to tell her. I have to admit earlier in the evening when she was getting ready I was shocked but highly delighted when to my surprise she produced a pair of stockings. I have never known her to wear them despite my repeated pleas for her to do so. At best she would wear hold ups and then only if we were going to a special function and had to dress up for the occasion. As she walked about the bedroom in just her black lace top stockings, matching lilac suspenders, tiny thong panties and lace half cup bra and heels I have to say for a mature woman she was hot and looked like sex on legs. The heels, stockings and suspenders and tiny panties showcased her toned legs and pert bum to perfection, and the half cup lace bra gave a tantalising glimpse of nipple. She certainly turned me on and had me instantly hard and I was certain the male clients in our party would soon be very appreciative and impressed by what they saw too. The whole day was a great success and Karen certainly played her part by mixing and socialising with all my clients and their wives and husbands. As was often the case she got on especially well with the guys. All had a great time with as much drink as they wanted and one hundred pounds courtesy of the company to place on bets at the races. With the race meeting finished we headed to Jamie Oliver's where a fantastic meal and more champagne and drinks awaited us. From there we headed onto the club where those like Karen that wanted to could dance the night away and others like me could chat and enjoy watching the frivolities, gyrating bodies and skimpy clad women. Again the drinks flowed all night and everybody had their fair share. Karen loves nothing better than to cut loose and let her hair down on the dance floor. By now after a day of drinking she was nicely buzzed and her awareness of her modesty and respectability was slightly impaired. She looked a million dollars so it was hardly surprising she was inundated with offers to dance by a succession of males, not all our guests. They were queuing up to dance with her and she was hardly off the dance floor. By then she had removed her jacket and I could only assume the alcohol had reduced her inhibitions as she was strutting her stuff, gyrating in front of them and grinding her bum against their crutches to the heavy beat of the music. Her admirers and dance partners loved every minute of it and were treated to the sight of her magnificent breasts and hard nipples jiggling and bouncing beneath the silk dress and barely contained within her half cup bra a she thrashed her shoulders about and shook her breasts in front of them. They also enjoyed lots of flashes of stocking tops and suspenders as the dress inevitable parted and rode up her thighs as she twirled, twisted, and squatted in front of them. I am certain I even caught a glimpse of her panties as she danced to one particular rocky number. Other people on the dance floor where also treated to this sexy spectacle as she danced with her back to her partners and ground and wriggled her ass against them in a very provocative and sexual manor. Although I had to circulate and entertain people so was unable to watch her most of the time when I did it was difficult to see clearly as she danced and moved in the midst of a sea of writhing and swaying bodies. I was certain I saw the odd hand straying and running down her thighs and holding her taut bum. I was even sure I noticed a hand caressing the side of her rib cage up close to the curve of her breasts. It would not be the first time Karen had attracted such attention whether unwanted or not after, all she was a very attractive and sexy looking woman. She was though the master at keeping them in check whilst letting them have just enough rope to satisfy their egos and not upset the balance of the evening or future business. She was truly a real asset on such nights. I am fairly certain also she enjoyed the attention. As is normally the case the evening ended all too soon and we found ourselves heading back to the place I had arranged to rendezvous with Reg our driver for the day. Our party including my wife were fairly well inebriated but happy. There was plenty of banter and laughter as we all strolled back and more than a little sexual overtones and double innuendo to the conversation and not just from the guys. I was extremely pleased with how the day had gone. There had been no awkward moments as you can often get with a bunch of strangers getting together for the first time or people getting upset even when the drink started to take its toll. Everyone seemed to have enjoyed themselves and had a great time. I was still fairly sober as it was my responsibility to ensure everything went well and everyone enjoyed themselves although I had drunk a few larger. Karen and I led the way with me carrying Karen's jacket. The cool night air and excitement of the evening worked wonders on Karen's nipples and they were straining and pushing against her half bra and form fitting silk dress. Several guys walking in the opposite direction made little attempt to disguise their appreciation with their gaze alternating between starring openly at her breasts to checking out her legs as she walked causing her dress to part slightly with every step. From the look on Reg's face as he stood waiting by the van as we approached he too was also clearly impressed. I am pretty sure too the guys walking behind Karen enjoyed watching her bum sway and roll as she walked on those high heels. Whether Karen realised the effect she was having on guys or not I am not sure. From past experience and conversations I was certain at least back in the club when dancing she knew what she was doing and the effect it was having on people and clearly enjoyed letting her hair down and being a little wild. Karen does not normally seek or like being the centre of attention unless she is in one of her rare naughty and provocative moods like tonight. I for one could not wait to get my wife home as I was sure the combination of drink, dancing, her frisky and flirty mood and the sexual advances she had been receiving from some of the guests would have made her horny and ready for sex and I was going to be the beneficiary of her hot state. Once at the bus Karen and I waited until all our guests had climbed into the mini bus for the return journey to their hotel before clambering in to. When it came to our turn there were only two seats left in the row directly behind the driver. The third seat in the row nearest the window was taken by Mark one of our most important clients. His wife was in the very back row sitting next to another customer's wife chatting. Karen climbed in first and sat next to Mark with me following sitting on seat near the door. Once in I leaned over and slid the door shut extinguishing the lights, leaving us in the dark. We had not travelled far when Karen leaned across to me and in a whisper told me that as she slid across the seat to sit down Mark had slipped his hand, palm facing up under her and had made no attempt to move it. "What should I do" she asked. I looked across at Mark who just sat there with his head tilted back against the seat headrest, eyes shut and a contended look on his face. I smiled weakly at Karen shrugged my shoulders and said "I'm not sure, but please be discrete and don't make a scene as he is an important customer and his wife is sitting in the back". Karen looked at me at me in astonishment and anger and said "thanks a bunch buster, fat help you are" I quietly replied almost apologetically "what can I do or say without causing a stir? Karen turned away in disbelief and frustration with nothing further being said. After a while I figured he must have removed his hand as Karen hadn't said anything more or appeared to do anything, although it was near impossible to see in the dark of the bus. Only the occasional street light shed any light and then only for the briefest moment. Several minutes passed with just the incessant chattering of the guests in the back accompanied by the sound of the radio playing classics hits. Robbie Williams was soon blaring out Angels and everybody was joining in, when without warning I felt Karen stiffen. Turning to me with pleading and beseeching eyes she said through gritted teeth "am I supposed to just sit here and let him grope me?" A vision of Mark groping my wife flashed through my mind and I suddenly felt very wicked and just gave her a cheeky grin. Knowing the predicament she was in meant that without causing a scene and risking the others realising what was going on there was little she could do. So I settled back in my seat to watch how things unfolded. I felt strangely, incredibly excited knowing another man was blatantly touching my wife up, right under both his wife and my noses. Karen looked at me with daggers in her eyes, punched me on the arm and hissed "you bastard you are enjoying this". Slowly though as the minutes passed those eyes turned from flashing anger to pleading as it became obvious whatever Mark was doing between her legs was starting to have the desired affect. Perversely though I was enjoying her predicament too much to intervene. Her eyes were starting to glaze over and she was biting her bottom lip a sure sign she was becoming aroused by his administrations. Then as we passed under another street light and the inside of the bus was momentarily bathed in light I caught a quick glimpse of Karen. Her legs had slipped apart, no doubt affording Mark easier and greater access between her thigh and she seemed to be wriggling and squirming in her seat. Whether it was deliberate or involuntary I don't know but the whole scene certainly made my heart race with excitement and anticipation. Karen suddenly gripped the top of my arm with her left hand digging her nails in and at the same moment burying her head on my shoulder as she stifled a groan. Looking down at her, her eyes were shut and her mouth hung open and breathing laboured. As if struggling to regain control she looked up at me through half closed dreamy eyes and weakly said "he is stroking my pussy through my panties and you know what that does to me" I realised then she was highly aroused and nearing that point of no return. I also remembered how small and thin her panties where and just what little there was baring his access to her sex. If I wanted to put a stop to this now was the time before it was too late, instead I did nothing, except lean forward and kiss her tenderly on the lips almost as a sign of my approval and acceptance of the inevitable. I was straining all my senses now to monitor and absorb every detail of what was happening as the most sexually charged and erotic event was unfolding beside me. Had I lost my mind and become some perverted old man who got enjoyment out of watching his wife sexually engage with other men? Was I getting a kick out of the danger and risks involved in what was happening or had I had more to drink than I thought. Karen continued to grip and squeezes my arm and I could hear her breathing was becoming laboured. I could also feel her body rhythmically moving whether involuntary or not. Then without warning an audible intake of breath escaped Karen's lips and I could only imagine Mark had managed to work his fingers inside my wife's panties and had discovered just how wet and aroused he was making her. He would have also found out her pussy was shaven something she only does very occasionally but knows I love. As we passed under each street light for a brief second I was able to glimpse Karen. Her neck and chest were now covered in the tell tale red rash of excitement and arousal. Her breathing was becoming raged and her chest heaving beneath the silk dress. She had also slid forward on the seat a little and her thighs had parted further causing her dress to part and ride up her thighs revealing her stocking tops and suspenders which framed the tiny lilac triangle of material covering her sex. Anyone in the taxi who happened to look that way as we drove past a street light would have been treated to the erotic sight of my wife exposing her sexy lingerie. Any thoughts or wishes she may have had of stopping Mark were quickly evaporating as slowly but surely she succumbed to the seduction of his probing fingers. She was rapidly losing all control of her senses, emotions and the situation. She was now blatantly rocking back and forth in her seat and I realised on Marks fingers. I was thankfully pretty sure the people in the back including Marks wife were blissfully unaware of what was happening in front of them as they were too drunk and too busy talking aloud, singing and animated to notice. Besides it was also pretty dark in the bus and visibility limited. When next we turned into a street I could see it had speed bumps every twenty yards or so along it. When the bus hit and bumped up and over the first Karen let out an audible moan. The jarring impact of hitting the bump had obviously only served to force and plunge Mark's fingers deeper into her pussy adding to her pleasure. Every time the bus bumped up and over one of the sleeping policemen, a groan emanated out of the darkness. When a dim shaft of light from one of the few street lamps cast its fleetingly glow inside the mini bus, I saw her mouth hanging open and her face contorted with that pained look she gets when completely lost and immersed in a world of desire. At the same time she was gripping and squeezing my arm harder and harder another sure sign that whatever Mark was doing between her thighs was working its magic and driving her crazy. He was slowly but surely bringing her inexorably to orgasm and neither Karen nor I were in a position to, or wanted, to stop it, such was our arousal. At first I did not notice because it was so dark and I did not wish to make any sudden movements to alert people as to what a sexy and naughty little scene was taking place in the front. However I gradually became aware of Karen's other hand moving in the darkness and as I tried to focus on it I suddenly realised she had her hand on Mark's crutch and was griping his cock and squeezing and wanking it through his trousers. What had started out as an innocent bit of fun on my part, enjoying my wife's predicament had now turned into the most erotic and sexually charged scene I have ever witnessed? I was spellbound listening to, feeling and watching my wife's changing reactions and mood as her resolve and resistance slowly evaporated in the face of Mark's assault on her pussy. I was intoxicated by the atmosphere, imagery and sounds within the darkness of the mini bus. The fleeting glimpses of her contorted face or her parted stockings clad legs with their matching suspenders and panties and knowing yet not seeing his hand was buried between her thighs and was blatantly teasing and tormenting her now eager pussy and clitoris, the feel of her hips rocking and rolling in the dark on that unseen hand or her gasps as he invaded her wet pussy. It was electrifying and knowing the dangers and risks of the situation only served to add to the roller coaster ride of emotions I was feeling. Ranging from the extremes of jealousy and humiliation to uncontrolled excitement they made for a heady cocktail of emotions and sexual fervour. I had never before thought about or fantasised about my wife with another man or imagined she would ever do such a thing, yet here we were in a situation not of our making and almost out of our control, both clearly aroused and turned on to the extent our emotions and feelings were ruling our heads. For me the near total darkness of the bus, Karen's changing moods from initial disbelief and anger at my lack of help or support, to those first stifled gasps and moans and her squirming in her seat signalling she had begun to succumb. These coupled with knowing my wife was wanking another man's cock in front of me only added spice to the whole illicit event. With the ever present danger and risks of Mark's wife or the other passengers discovering what was going on in the seats in front all lead to me being turned on and hornier than I could ever remember before. Was I a secret voyeur and cuckold at heart? Two Osservare Bella Karen was gripping and squeezing my arm with one hand as the other stroked Mark's cock. I could tell she was extremely aroused and the pleasure she was no doubt experiencing was rising slowly but surely to a crescendo. She was murmuring and groaning none stop now and I was relieved the combination of the radio and the people in the back chattering was drowning her out. Releasing my arm Karen slumped back in her seat with her head against the headrest lolling from side to side. Her eyes were glazed and face contorted with pleasure as she chewed the back of her hand and fingers. As I watched the spectacle unfolding in front of me she lifted one leg and planted it squarely in the back of the driver's seat using it for leverage to push herself back onto Mark's hand and fingers. She was now clearly forcing herself back onto his hand and grinding her pelvis as she rode his fingers like they were a cock. Luckily the headrest obscured people in the backs view however the same could not be said for Reg the driver who had been alerted by the goings on behind him by my wife's foot pushing into the back of his seat. We always booked Reg on such nights out as he was happy to work any hours. He was a bit of a ladies man and loves to chat up and flirt with female customers including my wife but we have always thought of it as harmless fun and banter. In truth I always imagined he would run a mile if any of his female passengers took him seriously. I saw him turn and look over his shoulder and stare in wonder and disbelief at the lurid scene before him. I am not sure quite what he could see but had no doubt from the look on his face he was being treated to a very erotic vision. Momentarily he could not take his eyes from between my wife's legs and almost crashed the bus as he veered across the road before coming to his senses and turning back to look ahead. The sudden slewing of the van across the road startled those in the back and someone shouted hey watch it before returning to their conversation and singing with the rest of the people in the back. Reg shouted "sorry" and made the excuse a cat just ran across the road. He then proceeded to adjust the rear view mirror so he could see the action going on behind him without having to turn around. It was evident from his behaviour and look on his face that he liked what he was witnessing and it was exciting him as much as it was me. Our eyes met in the mirror and he gave me a knowing look and grin before nodding his head and winking at me. Every time we passed under a street light he must have had a great view of my wife with her legs spread. I wondered whether from his vantage point he could actual see past her stocking clad legs and lilac suspenders and panties and glimpse her naked pussy with Marks fingers buried in it working her to an inevitable orgasm. We were both desperately watching mesmerised, hoping for that brief moment when a street light eliminated the scene before us. Reg watched through his mirror and occasionally over his shoulder and me looking on directly. We could see her trying to spread her thighs as wide as possible and pushing hard onto the back of Reg's seat to enable her to thrust and rock her hips back and forth as she ground her cunt onto Marks hand. I was amazed how no one realised what was going on as Karen was now totally oblivious to anything and anyone and focusing solely on her own pleasure and impending climax. Whatever Mark was doing he certainly knew how to press the right buttons and drive Karen crazy. Suddenly she jammed her foot into the back of Reg's seat her whole body stiffening and lifting off the seat and going rigid. Her thighs clamped together as she bit down on the hand in her mouth to stifle and muffle her groans and moans as an intense orgasm racked her body and senses. All this time Mark remained sat there with his eyes shut apparently asleep to any casual observer and only the smug contented look on his face and a large erection in his trousers to betray his indiscretions with my wife. Karen gradually pulled herself together as the orgasm subsided and straightened her clothing just in time for us arriving at the hotel. Before we knew it everybody was getting out and hugging and kissing one another and saying their goodbyes and thanks for a great evening. Karen and I went around everyone thanking them for coming. Mark held back with his wife until last and with a big smile on his face held out his hand to me and said "thank you for a great evening it has been most entertaining. I have not enjoyed myself so much in a long time and we must really do it again". I thought to myself, I bet you do you cheeky sod, you just got wined and dined taken to the races and then onto a swish club for the evening before finger fucking my wife on the way home. Then turning to Karen with a twinkle in his eye he said "I cannot thank you enough for such a very pleasurable evening". Karen blushed and in a very demure voice replied "you are most welcome, I hope you found everything to your complete satisfaction". Mark first looking Karen in the eye, then turning to me replied, "very much so, you are a very accommodating and hospitable couple and know just how to go that extra mile to keep your clients happy and satisfied. I cannot wait to experience more of your great hospitality". As he was saying it he raised his left hand, the hand that had so skilfully brought my wife to orgasm minutes earlier and wafted it theatrically in front of his face inhaling as he did so as if smelling a flower. The cocky arrogant bastard was flaunting the fact he had taken liberties with my wife knowing I was aware and would do nothing to stop him. He clearly enjoyed humiliating me and taking advantage of my wife and to make matters worse he now knew he could do it again and push things even further next time. With everyone safely back at their hotel and the drama and excitement of the journey back from the casino behind us, Karen and I proceeded to get into the front of the mini bus for the twenty minute drive home. I was horny as hell after watching the incredibly sexy escapade earlier and could not wait to get Karen home and fuck her senseless. I hoped Mark had gotten her so aroused and turned on that she would be desperate for more. On such occasions Karen can be wild, wanton and totally uninhibited and dam near insatiable. Karen got in first and sat next to Reg and the two of them soon struck up conversation. As was the norm with Reg the conversation was very jovial and saucy and interlaced with lots of sexual connotations and double innuendoes and aimed almost entirely at Karen. Karen was well versed with Reg's ways and his flirtatious cheeky nature and batted them away with ease or ignored them completely. Occasionally she would give him a little encouragement with a saucy reply, but if ever he stepped over the mark she would lightly and playfully scold him. He was incorrigible and a character but harmless for the most part and most people seemed to like him including Karen. I was only occasionally brought into the conversation so took the opportunity to sit back relax and reflect on and replay in my mind the earlier erotic events of my wife being fingered to orgasm by Mark. I wound down the window a little to let some fresh air in and the help stop me nodding of as I drifted off into my own little world. I was only barely aware of the conversation and banter flowing between Reg and Karen. That was until Reg said something that pricked my ears about Karen being a hot wife, a thinly disguised reference I took to her earlier sexy escapade. It seemed to go over her head as there was no reaction from her but it definitely did not mine. I leaned forward quickly to check he had not offended or upset Karen because at that point I was not even sure whether Karen was aware Reg had witnessed her escapade with Mark. If so she would probably be mortified especially as we used him and the firm he works for all the time and he was known as a right gossip. She would be rightly concerned who he would tell and who would find out about her naughty little adventure. As I leaned forward unexpectedly and looked across I caught him looking at her legs. My eyes instinctively dropped towards where Reg was staring and it immediately became evident what was drawing his attention. Whether Karen realised it or not her dress had parted exposing her stocking tops and suspenders. As happened earlier when Karen was losing control in the back of the van and I caught Reg watching her, our eyes met and that cheeky smirk spread across his face and he gave me another knowing wink. I silently shook my head smiling as I did so, as if to say what are you like, you perv. Reg must have taken this as a green light from me to continue chatting up my wife and trying to catch a glimpse of her stockings and panties because he started to get ever more suggestive and bold and was constantly trying to take furtive glances at her legs when he thought she was not looking. Either Karen did not realise it or was enjoying teasing Reg because she made no attempt to adjust her dress or cover up. When we arrived home Reg pulled right onto our drive almost to the front door. I got out first and made my way around to the driver's side to pay Reg and thank him before heading into the house. It took a few minutes before I realised Karen had not followed me. I paid little heed to this as Karen is often slow in getting herself together especially after a few drinks like tonight. Add to this it is nothing unusual for her to be caught chatting and not realise time. I headed up the stairs to our bedroom and went to the window to pull the blinds. Looking out the window before I shut the blinds I could see clearly into the front of the mini bus parked directly below as the interior light was on from where I had left the door slightly ajar when getting out. I could hear and see Karen laughing and joking with Reg through the open window which was nothing unusual after a boozy night out. I turned away and started to get undressed hopping she would not drag it out too long tonight as is often her way as I was feeling extremely horny after earlier events and desperately wanted to fuck my hot wife. Several minutes passed and still Karen had not come in. So again I went to the window and peeked out. They were both still sat there but this time they looked much closer together. The bedroom window was on the latch and the mini bus window still open a little way from where I had opened it earlier and I could hear hushed voices. The earlier laughter and banter seemed to have stopped and was now replaced by earnest conversation. Looking closer I thought I could see Reg's arm across Karen and his hand resting on her knee. She was shaking her head and laughing and proceeded to place her hand over his and move it away. I dismissed it thinking Reg was just being his usual self and trying the chat her up but probably thinking and hoping he might get more following the earlier escapade but Karen was in control of the situation as always. Every now and then though I noticed Karen would take a furtive almost guilty look towards the house before turning back to Reg and continuing their conversation. She could not see me as the bedroom was in darkness and I only had the blinds open a touch. A minute or two later Reg again puts his hand on my Wife's knee and turns to look at her as he does it and says something I cannot hear or make out. Karen again lifts his hand off her knee and laughingly shakes her head and clearly tells him no. By now their behaviour has got my full attention. As well as continually trying to put his hand on Karen's knee Reg seems to keep asking her something that she repeatedly shakes her head to and says no. I cannot though workout whatever it is Reg is asking and trying to encourage Karen to do. Clearly though he is not upsetting her in any way otherwise she would either move away from him or get out of the taxi and come in. In fact I get the distinct impression my wife is enjoying his attention and attempts to chat her up. I few minutes later Reg again tries his luck and puts his hand on Karen's leg but this time slightly higher. However this time Karen's reaction is different and instead of removing his hand as before, she only covers it with her own hand. His persistence seems to have paid off as Karen's only prevents his hand from climbing higher and she appears to only half-heartedly administers him. Whilst still shaking her head and saying what looks like no she does it with a broad grin on her face. After several minutes like this with them both talking earnestly, Reg unexpectedly removes his hand. Then to my utter surprise Karen reaches down and takes hold of the two halves of her dress by the hem and slowly and teasingly pulls them apart and up her thighs lifting and wriggling her bum in the process to allow her to raise it all the way exposing her stocking clad legs and tiny panties to Reg's obvious appreciative gaze. Karen seems delighted Reg was impressed and liked what he saw. He stared drinking in the beautiful sexy sight before him. His eyes flicker from her face to the promise land between her legs and back to her face. He has the look of a predator sensing a kill. This time when he places his hand on her knee there is no resistance or attempt to stop him. As Reg's fingers start to trace the straps of Karen's suspenders getting ever higher and closer to her panty covered mound. They look into one another's eyes and lean forward until their lips mould together in a hot, forceful and passionate kiss. I can see their tongues engage and snake into each others mouths duelling and dancing. Reg then starts nibbling and biting Karen's lips as their kiss starts to heat up and become more intense and passionate, something I know turns Karen on immensely. As the passion from their kissing rises it inevitably starts to affect Karen and her legs drift invitingly apart. Like a true predator Reg takes full advantage and his hand quickly covers the short distance from her suspender straps to the apex between her legs and is soon running his fingers up and down the clearly defined cleft in her panties. I watch intently spell bound as my wife's arousal mounts as the pressure of Reg's fingers rubbing her pussy through her panties slowly increases. Her hips are rotating against his hand, her neck and chest have the tell-tale red rash, her nipples are once again hard and straining against her silk dress and appreciative murmurs and groans are escaping her lips. I can also see the flimsy material of her panties being pushed inexorable between the gaping lips of her labia. As I am transfixed watching my beautiful wife indulge in yet another highly erotic and sexual act his fingers slip past her panties and into the depths of her hot pussy. At the very moment his fingers plunged into her sex Karen let out an audible groan and her body lifted and rose to meet his trust. They continue to kiss and caress one another but there is nothing sensual and loving about it. This is simply the need and hunger to quench their sexual lust and desires. Karen now has her thighs spread as wide as possible and Reg was pumping his hand and jamming his fingers in and out of her wet cunt like a piston. Such was Karen's arousal he had managed with ease to work four fingers into her pussy and his thumb was frantically rubbing against her clitoris as he finger fucked her. It was an incredible beautiful and erotic sight with Karen thrusting her pelvis off the seat in perfect synchronisation with Reg's movements. She was actually fucking herself on his fingers, forcing them harder and deeper into her cunt as she lewdly jerked and bucked against his hand. As the passion and intensity of their sexual fervour increased so too did Karen's desire and lust. In breaks from their passionate kissing I could now make out her urging Reg to fuck her harder, harder. It was the most explicit and animalistic exhibition of two people going at it like rutting deer I had ever witnessed. To my astonishment Reg responded to my wife's urging by forcing his whole hand inside her. As it invaded and filled her pussy Karen let out a deep guttural groan and bucked her hips wildly. Her shaven pussy was stretched and hugging Reg's hand like a glove and both were gleaming in the light, slick with the nectar from her arousal. Every thrust of his hand and jerk of her hips was now accompanied by a grunting noise form Karen. Unlike earlier in the night with Mark, neither of them obviously felt the need for discretion and was openly venting their desires and lust in a wild sexual frenzy. Despite the muffled effect of having Reg's tongue jammed down her throat and his lips pressed tight to hers I could plainly hear her grunts and groans as he now fisted her soaping pussy. For the second time tonight I knew it was only a matter of time before I would witness another man bringing my wife to a shattering orgasm on his fingers. I felt my own excitement and arousal rising as I watched mesmerised. Reg disengaged from snogging the face off my wife to lean back and survey and enjoy the results of his handy work. We both once again watched Karen as she lost control and was immersed in her own world of pleasure and debauchery. She was bucking and thrashing about wildly on his fist with her head rolling and lolling from side to side, mouth hung open and her eyes glazed with lust and desire. She had that exquisite pained look on her face she gets when overtly aroused and in the throes of pleasure and nearing orgasm. She is not renowned for talking dirty during sex but here she was almost shouting for him to "fuck her harder, harder, harder" as worked her into a sexual frenzy. Karen presented a very wanton and lewd sight to Reg as he pumped and pounded her mercilessly. She was absolutely wanton with her legs splayed, dress rucked up around her waist, and panties scrunched up and pushed deep in her pussy. She had the look of someone half crazed with lust and longing and completely out of control like a rabid dog being shown but denied water. The frenetic thrusting and humping of her hips trying to keep pace with the blur of his hand jamming into her pussy was matched only by the rising volume of her moans and groans and the squelching and sucking noises emanating from her wet cunt. All signalled her imminent orgasm as she thrashed and writhed on his hand. Then without warning she clamped her thighs shut tight around Reg's hand, her body going rigid and arching of the seat, her head thrown back with her eyes rolling as she started to convulse and shudder in the throes of orgasm. At the same time a series of long rasping moans emanated from her mouth as her orgasm crashed through her body like an out of control steam train hitting the buffers. I have never before experienced Karen having such an explosive and intense orgasm let alone been responsible for inducing it in her, it was mind blowing. With her orgasm subsiding they resumed kissing but with a little of the frenetic heat now taken out of it. Her thighs released their grip on Reg's hand and he slips it wet, glistening and sticky from the cauldron between her legs. Lifting his hand he presents his fingers to her mouth where she hungrily suckles them. Whilst she is doing this I notice her urgently fumbling with something between them and it slowly dawns on me that she is unbuckling his trousers and trying to release his cock. As she succeeds Reg slides his free hand around the back of Karen's head and gently but firmly guides it towards his waiting cock. I watch transfixed as my beautiful wife proceeds to give our mini bus driver the blow job of his life. Her head is bobbing up and down on his thick shaft as she devours and worships his towering edifice. Reg leans back in his seat resting his head against the back rest with his eyes shut and his hand cupping the back of Karen's head repeatedly forcing it down onto his cock. Each time Reg did this he forced Karen to take more and more of his cock into her mouth. I could hear her gagging as she struggled to accommodate his thick cock which must have only served to increase Reg's pleasure as he groaned his satisfaction and encouraged her to greater effort. Karen never once tried to prevent Reg from forcing his cock down her throat despite the obvious difficulty in taking his length and girth. I don't know how but eventually it all disappeared and she had taken his entire cock in her mouth. Two Osservare Bella Without consciously realising it at some point I must have released and taken hold of my own penis because I now found myself leisurely masturbating as I watched my wife fervently sucking and licking another mans cock. It was a very intoxicating, erotic and lurid sight seeing ones wife being so openly wanton. Between engulfing his cock with her mouth Karen repeatedly slid and danced her lips and tongue up and down his thick shaft and sucked, licked and swirled her tongue around his bulbous head. Then she would trail her tongue down his shaft bending her head until she reached his scrotum where she would suckle and kiss his hairy balls whilst pumping his cock with her free hand. When she returned her attention to his cock she would take his scrotum in her hand and gentle knead and squeeze his bollocks. After just a few minutes of Karen's mouth, lips and tongue working their magic Reg stiffens and groans lifting his hips from the seat as he forced her head down onto his cock. I realised then he must be coming and obviously emptying his seed down my wife's throat. Karen began to gag as she struggled to swallow his fluids as Reg continued to hold her head firmly on his exploding cock. Karen only very occasionally during our marriage or before ever allowed me to come in her mouth, let alone swallow it. She definitely had never kissed or licked my balls even in her must passionate and wild moments. When Reg was spent he let go of her head and slumped back in his seat with his eyes shut, and an exhausted but sated and contented look on his face. Karen slowly lifted her head from Reg's shrinking cock and let it slip from her mouth, licking her lips clean of his seaman as she did so. Cautiously looking around concern etched on her face as if suddenly worried any of the neighbours may have witnessed her transgression. When seemingly satisfied no one had, she unexpectedly turns and lifts her head up towards the bedroom. I can see her face is still flushed and her eyes glazed and full of passion desire and lust. Then to my shock, she looks directly up at the window I am peeking out of with a wicked sultry smile creasing her beautiful face and she slowly pokes out her tongue in a very provocatively manor displaying a pool of Reg's cum nestling in the hollow between the curled sides of her tongue. In that instant the realisation hits me that she knew I would be watching and had been putting on a show for my benefit as much as hers and Reg. Whether it was her way of paying me back for not rescuing her earlier from Mark or she was just feeling extremely wanton and horny I could not say. Without doubt though I had seen my wife in a totally new light tonight and I was full of admiration for how hot and naughty she had been. It had been and incredible erotic and wild night and I loved every minute of it. Looking on I noticed a stringy length of Reg's cum dangling from her chin which obviously she had not managed to contain and swallow. Still with that sexy little smile etched across her face she seductively retracts her tongue and gulps down every last drop. Then almost as an after thought she lifts a finger to her face and scoops the come from her chin and raises it towards me as a kind of offering to the Gods before making a show of placing it between her lips and eagerly licking it clean. I had never before tonight witnessed two people having sex let alone one of them being my wife and then to see it happen twice with two different men in one night was absolutely mind blowing. As far as I was aware Karen has always been faithful and only been with me since we got together some ten years ago, although I knew men hit on her when she was out with friends and even occasionally when I have been present too. Tonight though she showed me a side of her I never knew existed, one that told me she was one very hot wife. I had been well and truly cuckolded but much to my surprise and unexpected delight loved every moment. I knew Karen could be a sexy woman but I never imaged in a million years just how uninhibited and wanton she could be when so utterly aroused and horny. I have to admit I found the events of the evening with Mark and Reg a real turn on and discovered in the process I was a voyeur and cuckold at heart who loved watching his sexy wife being naughty. As my own passion and desires peaked at what I was witnessing I desperately tried to control my emotions and avoid shooting my load all over the floor and walls. I still had every intention and hope of fucking my naughty wife. Turning my attention back to Karen and Reg there appeared to be a brief conversation between them which ends when Karen leans over and kisses him lightly on the lips before sliding across the seat and out of the bus. Making her way towards the front door she suddenly hesitates before turning back to face Reg. Looking straight at him she proceeds to do a sexy little dance on the spot as he watches her in amusement. She is running her hands all over her body as she gyrates on the spot. Slowly and seductively she slides her hands down her sides and over her hips as she bends at the knees. Then running them from the outside to the inside of her thighs and slipping between the folds of her dress where the two halves of the wrap meet before running them back up her stocking clad legs to her waist. In the process exposing her thighs, stocking clad legs with their suspenders attached and the tiny lilac panties scrunched up between the fold of her pussy lips. I can see her fumbling beneath her dress moments before her hands reappear clutching her panties and slipping them down her legs and off in one easy movement. Reg watched Karen intently as she twirled her tiny lilac sex soaked panties on the end of her finger before slowly sashaying back to the front of the bus and placed them under the wiper blade. Blowing Reg a kiss, she turns and heads back towards the house. As I surveyed the scene Reg winds down the window, leans out and retrieves her panties in one hand before lifting them to his nostrils and sniffing the tiny piece of material deeply, taking in the scent of my wife's arousal and sex. With the look of a man who has just won the lottery he slips them into his pocket no doubt as a little trophy and keepsake of a memorable night. He then starts the mini bus, reversing off the drive heading for his next fare. A few seconds later I hear the key turning in the lock and the door opening. I hurry to get in bed and wait expectantly for my beautiful sexy wife. Laying there waiting for her I think the cheeky bastard better give us a Free ride next time. I also wonder how long it will be before Karen becomes the talk of the taxi rank. No doubt next time she requires picking up there will be a clamber of drivers offering their services in more ways than one.