Glancing to my left I see the clock high up on the wall. One minute to 11….one minute to go. Beth, sitting on my left catches my eye, a knowing look, a sly grin.
My heart rate moves up a gear as I contemplate what’s about to happen.
We’ve never done it here before. But it’s been on our list for a while. Pubs, resteraunts a leisure centre.
The last one being our local tesco of all places.
But this is different, very risky.
Looking around, it’s a good turn out this Sunday morning, plenty here….all the better. Won’t be noticed as much when she stands up.
11am….it’s time.
We look at each other together turning heads at the same time, eyes meeting.
Ooh that look, she lets just enough slip. A little grin then she slowly stands up out the chair.
Steve the vicar keeps on talking, telling us the importance of forgiveness. I watch as his eyes fall on beth for the briefest of moments then move on around the congregation.
A few others look up as she makes her way to the end of our aisle, excusing herself occasionally as folk let her pass. Eventually she’s free of the aisle and now makes her way towards back, heading for the toilets.
I watch as she walks, noting the swell of her ass and how it wobbles a little while walking, a buxom girl with curves aplenty. She’s dressed conservatively in a navy blue A line below the knee skirt, white blouse with buttons undone to reveal just a tiny bit of that amazing 40E cleavage and black cardy contrasting sharply with her long blonde hair. Her clothing is a reflection of the respectable facade which has been our effective cover for nearly a year now…. nobody suspects a thing.
Beth and james the 40 something, quiet respectable ‘butter wouldn’t melt’ couple who attend their local church every Sunday, say their prayers, give generously to the church collection….oh if only people knew what we got up to.
Beth’s heels clicking on the tiled floor, the sound diminishing as she disapears around a corner heading down the back corridor towards the ladies room.
Turning back I notice 2 others have been watching her, andy and simon. They quickly look away as I catch their gaze. These 2 are sneaky, I’ve seen them watching her many times, when their wives aren’t looking of course.
Oh they’d love a go with my beth.
I wonder what they’d say if they knew I’d love to watch them having a go with her….
A slight grin passes over my face as I contemplate the look on their faces if ever they were presented with the chance.
Approximately 1 minute later someone else stands up out their chair and heads for the toilets.
Everyone knows this guy, a familiar sight in our village. Robert or Rob as everyone calls him. Slim build, medium height, well dressed and the perfect gentleman. Pillar of the community, our very good friend and, at 75 he’s 30 plus years my wife’s senior….oh and one more thing….he’s been fucking her on a regular basis for nearly a year now with my full approval, they are a joy to watch together.
Rob briefly glances at me as he passes by, that knowing look, a silent understanding between us, our secret.
He makes his way to the back and disappears down the same back corridor towards the toilets.
Looking forward once more I find to my horror Steve’s eyes fixed on mine with the slightest of frowns showing, for just a second.
‘he can’t know….no no way… they’re just going at the same time that’s all….I’m being paranoid’
That inner voice reacting.
It’s true, I am being paranoid but, that frown?
Steve keeps on talking and, after what seems like an hour, looks away.
I breathe a mental sigh of relief. And try to reassure myself I am being paranoid, but I don’t quite succeed.
Glancing around, nobody else seems to notice the coincidence of rob going to the toilets at the same time as my wife…good.
Minutes pass by, in which I check my phone is on silent vibrate, it’s in my shirt breast pocket so I’ll feel it when
it goes.
My mind wonders……to what’s happening right now in the ladies room. My wife and my best friend.
I’m stiffening up downstairs as images of what they’re doing fill my thoughts.
Rob will be experiencing something quite exquisite right now.
Beth, although outwardly shy and timid, reserved. Hides a secret. There is another side to her….a wild side that once provoked can take you by surprise and take you to heights of pleasure that you wouldn’t think were possible.
This quiet reserved lady becomes a slut or like rob has described her …. ‘my bitch in heat’.
My thoughts are interrupted by a vibration from my breast pocket.
Looking slowly to my left and right, being careful not to attract attention, pulling my mobile phone out.
Looking around discreetly, then glancing at the screen.
(Picture message received)
Scrolling down and clicking on open….
The picture is of beth taken by rob, she appears to be sat on the loo with my friend standing in front of her looking down, she’s looking up into the camera lense, a look of pure wicked lust in her eyes…..and robs hard cock in her mouth….
Taking the scene in, allowing as much time as I dare to view it, the vicars voice in the background, someone coughing close by, a chair scraping on tiled floor…
I have to regrettably put the phone away quickly, can’t risk anyone seeing this.
The bulge in my pants is now obvious, I hope I don’t have to stand up for anything soon.
Thoughts race through my mind, god I wish I was there now with them in that cubicle but that would be too risky, too obvious to the paranoid mind all 3 of us going at the same time?
She’s sucked us both off together many many times before and I’m all too aware of what my friend is going through right at this moment. Beth is a pro, he won’t last long and I can see from the intense look she gives the camera…. that she means it.
It’s all part of the plan, I asked to see it. I wanted to see her doing that to him.
He’s fucked her in toilet cubicles lots of times but it’s hard to film, both of them have their hands full.
We have tried but the footage is just too shaky. This way I get to see what she’s doing to him.
We will make sure she’s taken care of in the car on the way home afterwards, we know a nice quiet country lane where we can pull over and give her some proper attention, one at a time while the other keeps watch.
A few exciting minutes pass, full of anticipation.
Another vibration….(picture message received)
Clicking on open…..
Oh fuck yes!! There is beth my wife, her mouth open wide, pearly white cum spills out running down her chin…dripping off. She’s showing me what she’s done, what she’s got out of him.
A big load, rob is always producing a lot for her, a heavy cummer and predictably he didn’t last long.
She stares lustfully into the camera, a satisfied look.
“Good girl”
I dare to whisper to myself while adjusting position in my seat, trying to relieve some pressure on my aching stiff shaft.
Several minutes pass. Steve the vicar now talking about the plight of the homeless in our local area, a theme I suspect for this week’s collection.
Then I hear the noise I’ve been waiting for….click click….click click…
Beth’s heels as she returns, getting louder. I don’t turn round to look, not wanting to draw attention to her. I do however note that once more she attracts the attention of andy and simon. It’s just a quick look but the look in their eyes says it all and especially that quick look away when they notice that I’m watching them…..guilty as sin…but it only makes it all the more exciting, knowing they are thinking about her. Perhaps at this very moment imagining the noise she’d make while they fuck her…..oh shit this hard on hurts.
Now I look, as she walks carefully back down our aisle. As before folk pull their legs in as she pardons herself getting past them.
“Sorry……. excuse me…….thank you…”
Always the polite respectable lady…..well not always.
She draws up close and sits down next to me just staring forward at first, then after a brief moment she turns to look at me, her blue grey eyes full of mischief.
That sly grin is back and then she slowly draws her tongue across her top lip…..oh shit she’s such a tease…she knows I’m rock hard I saw her glance at the bulge before she sat down.
She knows the more she teases the harder I’m guna fuck her down the lane, and she likes it rough….just another of her many kinks.
A moment later and rob makes his way back into the hall, heading for his seat. He looks out of breath, his face is red, he looks like he’s been running.
Nobody seems to notice….. except steve the vicar.
The frown is back as he watches our friend take his seat. Although continuing with the sermon the vicars eyes have questions in them and, after checking out rob he looks solidly back at first me then beth…
‘he can’t know…’ the inner voice again but guilt washes over me and I’m suddenly transported back in time, I’m a small boy at school with knowledge of something I’ve done wrong fresh in my mind, a teacher standing over me questioning ‘what do you know about this James?’
I dare not look away but notice as he’s looking
at beth suddenly his eyes soften and the frown evaporates, a faint smile appears and then all returns to normal with steve looking around at his flock once more.
I breathe a sigh of relief and look to my left to see what has disarmed him.
Beth, sits there like the perfect lady, a soft innocent smile on her face, looking almost angelic.
She knows just what to do and can wrap any man around her little finger with just a look.
An angel for steve but for myself and rob, a succubus.
She turns slowly to look me in the eye, it’s a brief look, discreet but quite remarkable, as I watch the angel slowly disappear….that sly grin is back….the lustful look of a girl who knows what she’s going to get….and can’t wait to receive it.