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It all started one Tues when my wife, Madonna and I were in a downtown section entrepot coming together for a late dejeuner. My office was nearby and she wanted to buy at a bit afterward. The cafeteria was on the top 6th base behind the furniture department. A pleasant time and a good lunch.

Until I noticed Mary was kind of distracted.



She seemed to be watching someone at another table behind me. When I finally stole a smell, I saw that it was an older man and paid little attention, thought she could n't be flirting with him. But I noticed Blessed Virgin arching sometimes and she seemed to be displaying her prominent tits for the old guy. Her drab sweater accenting them beautifully. I wasn't sure as shooting if I was right or not. But I know it excited me somehow. A little sting of lust flashed through me and I had a bit of a priapic stir.

So I left for the washroom but then peeked back across the room before I went in. Yes, Mary was now arching provocatively for the onetime man. While he licked his lips.

She then seemed to fish herself on the chair and open her wooden leg a little. I watched and realized that only he could see up her annulus. He pretended to drop a spoon and had a good looking at. I was further excited by this underhand action. I returned to the mesa, not knowing what to do about it if anything. Mary then went to the washroom herself. She gave the old guy a subtle smiling as she passed him.

When she returned I could see she was flushed and wasn't sure why, we resumed small talk of the town but she was still a bit distracted, maybe preoccupied. Until she positioned herself on her president again and opened her branch at an slant that would permit only that old guy to see up her bird. I dropped my own napkin and quickly ducked beneath the table to retrieve it, Mary quickly closed her legs to my sentiment, but not immediate enough, I glimpsed a bit of her little hirsute pussy down there and now roll in the hay why she was flushed ! She had removed her panty in the washroom ! She kept her sweet pussy trimmed a little with a overnice fuzz of hair remaining which allowed a view of the darker prick. Very aphrodisiacal to me.

I started to erect compensate away and tried to cover it. With no facial locution. She slid toward the end of her chair and I KNEW she was exhibiting herself for the old man, and judgment by her slant, he could see everything up her skirt without even moving. Damn, now I had to veil my erection. No one in the eating place could see either.

This was way too exciting and turning me on like weirdo, even if it was my wife showing her pin-up lure small pussy to the old guy ! And I know when she got excited from intimate activity that she became really moist and slippery down there. I wondered if he could actually see her lovely cunt in the tincture. I wanted to take her somewhere and fuck her but that would have revealed my knowledge of what she was doing. This was a new aspect of my married woman's sexiness I had never contemplated before, but wow, did I like it !

I went back into the washroom, pretending to cough wildly. I knew she would watch me go this time so I went in but came right out and stood in the hall, peeking around at my wife and the cafeteria which was now nearly vacate, made like I was looking at my notebook.

She now was opening her legs more and arching to show off her breast to the old guy, who was just staring, almost with his tongue hanging out. He was getting some eye candy he hadn't imagined could be so exciting. I wondered if he had an erection like me !

She moved a hand down under the mesa and touched herself. I glanced around to see if anyone else could see, but the table was against a bulwark and no one else could ! But I knew what she was doing and could now see her handwriting moving on her pussy. She glanced around sometimes but no one else was interested in the cover girl sexual scene taking situation, even though she had tugged her skirt gamy and her whiten legs shone for any observing eye.

The old man was transfixed and she now even had a finger at her clitoris, very discreetly touching it. Moving her hand slightly to rub. We were both lustily watching her masturbate ! In that moment of total sensualism, I was sort of wanting more guy to see this wonderful scene.

I wondered what to do but had to go back to work. As I appeared walking toward her she closed her legs and stopped, flashing a grinning at the old man. Then she looked directly at a bulwark clock and at her spotter. I had no musical theme why but she seemed to be adjusting the time. It was stuffy to 2 pm and the last diner were sparse.

We finished our luncheon and wandered off to the elevator to entrust. I did detect the elderly guy passing us and entering a blanket stairwell leading down. It was poorly lit and seemed like no one used it anymore.

So it was a thrill for me to even partake in in this niggling sexual episode even if from a distant aspect. It had set my luxuria going wild and when I got back to exploit I whacked off in the men 's room ! While Mary went on home.



things returned to pattern until the following week when Mary suggested meeting me again for tiffin. Then the realization struck me about her paying so often attention to the wall clock ; she was establishing the time for a future reference ! Very clever. And underhanded !

Was she signaling to the old guy that this was the sentence she would be there again ? My stomach fluttered with the cerebration, that if I was correct, she might care him watching her again ? I waited in anticipation until Tues and wondered what I would do if he was there again ? I loved the way she exposed herself to the old guy so sneakily and thought even if he loved watching her, he was basically harmless. Only enjoying the thrill of a younger woman showing herself off and maybe getting off while he watched.

I thought about it all morning until lunch prison term. Not certain what I should do until I was on my way in the elevator to fulfil Mary. It was then I realized how sexy the scene had been and how I came off in mo back at my office. I had been filled with luxuria and loved it. I would wee my decision on the spur of the moment in the cafeteria and what I saw then. But yes, I was hoping for a lengthiness of that scene.

I could peer into the cafeteria from out in the piece of furniture section and Mary was already there, sitting at the Saami table. She had suggested a previous meter for dejeuner and again, the crew had mostly left and there were only a few lingerer left. But one of them was the like old guy from finally week. Sitting exactly at the same table.

As I went in I noticed that Mary was this time wearing a unretentive skirt and blouse instead of the blue sweater. And the top two clitoris were untie ! Was I imagining all this ? No, she looked sexy as infernal region with the enticing dude of her tremendous breasts showing in the unloose top. I went to her and explained that I could n't stay for dejeuner because I had to take on a fellow back at the function. At the Saami clip my heart leaped because I thought I saw that under the blouse Blessed Virgin had no bra on at all ! It was not obvious right away because she wore an receptive Cardigan Welsh corgi over the blouse.

Blessed Virgin seemed disappointed but said she 'd stay and have her lunch anyway. I gave her a kiss on the nerve and said it was too bad. Even as I said it I could feel my cock swelling. I left the cafeteria and turned toward the elevator but then circled way around the furniture department to a point where I could see into the coffee bar. Standing behind some high cabinet. Again to reckon guiltless, I fingered through my notebook as if I was checking my appointment and pretended to be talking on my cubicle.

Now I could see whatever actions Virgin Mary would get up to. My heart was in my throat because of what I anticipated and because I was being so sneaky too. Mary had always been excited over world military action and we had done sex in commons, in the car, even on Park benches at gloaming. Even in terpsichore gild we had touched each early in the darkness, and she was always very turned on by it. But exposing herself in daytime in a world cafeteria was something new. And to a discharge stranger !

I watched her from afar, and could not see the old guy's reaction, but again noticed that a third button was loose on her blouse now, revealing the white sheik of her full-of-the-moon chest. And even from a distance away, her annulus was up mellow enough to show, even from this distance, the sinister look of her pussy under it.

A salesman came near so I took a soft chair and ignored him.

The display of my married woman continued and she finally finished her salad. Again when she thought no one could see, her hand dropped into the cranny of her legs and she seemed to stare directly at the old man while her hired hand moved stealthily. I guessed him to be in his seventies and still thought of him as harmless, and I am surely Mary did too. But she was enjoying her exhibition.

I wanted to channelise for the men 's room and wallop off but could n't leave my vantage degree. I was transfixed by the undercover exhibit my lovely wife was up to. Finally it looked like The Virgin was just sitting and waiting. The man got up and slowly walked out of the cafeteria. Mary stood and I ducked behind the cabinet again. Wondering what would happened. It didn't appear that they ever spoke.

The old guy went to the entry to the wide stairwell beside the elevators, and went in only when The Virgin appeared. She watched him go to the stairs and slowly followed, glancing once around and seeing no one else, she disappeared from my view into the murky stairwell. Now I had a determination to cause and my mind was a flurry of persuasion. I could not let her beguile me here again but was ready with the excuse that my client had cancelled. But if I was caught in that stairwell ? I walked to the stairwell entrance and cautiously looked in. The stairs angled downward between floors with a modest landing at each half level. I crept to the railing and peeked cautiously downward.

As the stairwell descended it was even darker. Still I ould see zippo. I crept down one level until I heard a scratch. Once again peeked through the rail and there, another level below, was Virgin Mary, just standing by the rail looking downward.

My heart was pounding because of these lusty furtive actions. Mary was just leaning on the handrail staring below. She glanced back and I quickly ducked out of prospect. Was confused until I saw a hand appear on the Sami railing.

Mary seemed to be smiling. And just stood still as the hand went to her breast and rubbed it, slipped into the open blouse and fondled her bare cutis. Gawd, I was beside myself with excitement now. The old man was fondling my wife ! But sheez it was so charge ! The stair were old marble and echoed with footfall floors below. I was now afraid my poke heart would rebound loudly and betray me. But my lust was so strong and I just helplessly watched. Even afraid to touch on my shaft for fearfulness it would explode inside my gasp !

The old guy was two tone scummy than Mary and now I could see him a bit more as he seemed to caress her softly. Mary just standing there to allow it. Then he moved closer, knelt on the stair and pulled her skirt in high spirits until he pressed his mouth against her easygoing pussy. This was almost too much agitation for me as Blessed Virgin just clung to the railing and actually helped him by holding up her skirt and opening her wooden leg for him. Her breadbasket and wooden leg looked so bloodless and alluring. From my survey I could see his mouth working her slit, and her eyes closed with joy.

I had to adjust my own military position to terminate my pulse from flinging me off the landing. Blessed Virgin raised one leg and the old man just clutched her nates and pulled her pussy tight to his mouth.

I stood there watching my own married woman enjoy a complete alien licking her cunt in a public billet !

She started to move her articulatio coxae as he sucked on her clitoris and I knew she would explode in moments. She sagged against the rail and stroked his hair's-breadth until she started fucking his cheek in secure movements, then she was cumming. Clutching his question in foolish move and whimpering with joy. She held his head tightly as she came again with her middle closed. She tucked her head into her arm but was not able to suppress her cry out.

The old guy kept his mouth pressed on her, sucking her clit until she started again with jerky twists and poke with her pelvic arch. Then she held his straits in both deal and just fucked his mouth in a delirium until she came again in a garish sigh and almost fell down from weak human knee. I nearly came in my pants !

Finally he pulled back. Whispered Thank you while Mary let her wench fall back. Breathing heavily leaning on the rail. Her expression flushed. goose egg else had been said at all. I could hear his footsteps clattering downward as he hurried away. Mary stood still a moment and I was worried she would come back upward but she slowly went down one more degree and exited onto the quaternary floor.

I had witnessed an unbelievable event of luxuria. My wife letting a alien lick her puss ! Nothing had been said between them. How did he get laid she would accept his improvement ? She just stood there and allowed it. I could tell when she had several climax. And came so solid that he must have been pleased with making her feel like that. She must take been over excited from the lusty touching of herself in front of him in the cafeteria. I saw him licking his lips last calendar week. Was that telling her what he wanted to do ? Did he ask ? Would he need to fuck her too ? Could he ? And would she just submissively let him do it ? They seemed to make some variety of secret lust between them and I thought it could not have happened with a younger man.

I wondered what other adventures she might have gotten into that I did n't know about ? Had there been other times ? What more would she get into ? Wow. Now my thinker was inundated with hearty ideas about what Mary would do. Was it going to happen again future week ? Or sooner ? And where ? Back here or other places. With other men ?

My bosom was still going a mile a second as I entered the men 's room of the section store, taking a stall and coming off in a thing of accident. Even after I left the fund and got back to my billet my cock was hard all over again. I would get no more work done today. But it didn't matter, I had highschool hopes for more result in my future.

So much to think about and look forward to.

Maxam