Miss K’s public tease

Following Miss K into the bar, the first thing I noticed was how perfect the lighting would be. We spotted them straight away, in a semi circular seat away from the bar… again, perfect.

I’d organised a meetup with 2 guys we’ve played with before, only separately though. Luckily, they were good mates, so there was an immediate sense of comfort for all of us. Both guys (and the rest of the bar) were clearly impressed with Miss K’s outfit, a sultry black number, barely covering her perfect ass whilst still looking classy, and enough cleavage to entice interest in the red lingerie semi hidden underneath, covering her gorgeous DD’s

Mr B and Mr T both stood to greet us, Miss K asked where she should sit, looking at me for suggestions, but knowing exactly where we all wanted her. She settled in between them, as I sat opposite, with my back towards the bar.

We sat talking for a while, just catching up on life, before I got up to go order some drinks, “I’ll have a margarita” said Miss K as she looked at me wickedly, never losing eye contact as she dropped her hands below the table, resting them on each of the guys thighs as I walked away.

I stood at the opposite end of the bar, in full view of our semi secluded table, waiting patiently to order our beers and Margarita, watching intently, lovingly, at my gorgeous hotwife from afar. As always, she was the life of the party, having everyone laughing in no time. I could see her hands sliding seductively up and down each of their thighs, occasionally stopping over their growing bulges in their pants, to make sure she was doing a good job. Her eyes found mine, staring at me with a look that confirmed she absolutely was.

I carried our drinks back to our table, absorbing the scene in front of me, it was so hot knowing what was unfolding. Miss K looked at me as I put her drink down, “perfect timing, it’s probably a good thing that your seat hides what I know you were watching from the bar” with a lascivious grin on her face. The guys each let out a nervous, yet, understanding acknowledgement. She looked at both of them suggestively “I can’t undo your pants with just one hand, I’ll need your help”. Discreetly they both obliged, Miss K looked at me lustily, opening her mouth and running her tongue along her teeth as always when she can see the anticipation in my eyes.

Suddenly her eyes widened a little, and a shiver ran across her body. It was clear that her hands were now engulfed around their uncovered cocks. “All good?” she mouthed towards me, I nodded slowly in approval, biting my lip. She looked at Mr B first, “Mmmm feels like you are pretty good yeah?” he let out a small laugh “Clearly”. She took her hand off him and lightly brushed her fingers across her lips, obviously savouring the pre-cum she’d already encouraged from the tip of his hard cock, then took a large sip from her Margarita while looking into my soul. She lowered her hand onto him again, and looked over at Mr T, tilted back in her seat to get a glimpse of his impressive cock, her favourite, dwarfing her fingers that were trying to wrap around it, “Fuck I’ve missed this thing” she said, as she leaned forward again, wiggling her ass into the seat to quell the tingling between her legs.

We sat there, making some attempt at conversation, whilst Miss K discreetly pumped their exposed cocks under the table, “You love this don’t you? wicked lover” she teased me, knowing full well the effect it was having on me, she looked at Mr T “Mmmm that’s it, gimme some more of this pre-cum so I can use it to lube the head of your cock”, clearly it was working, Mr T shifted a little and moaned “Ooooo that’s it, good boy, that’s perfect” she quickly brought her hand above the table to show me the sticky pre cum all over her fingers, quickly licked what was on her wedding ring, before dropping her hand under the table again. Staring at me intently, I could hear the wetness of her hands pumping on their straining cocks now.

“You only need one hand to hold your beers boys, it’s kind of a waste having a free hand sitting on the table don’t you think” Miss K told them assertively. Each of them let out a comfortable laugh at how brazen she could be, but her face suddenly changed, as one of them obviously brushed across her sensitive clit, her eyes rolled back a little as she whispered “Fuuuucccckkkkk” and looked back at me with pleading sense of lust, I was in heaven. “I’m not even sure who’s fingers are working their magic on my clit, or who’s are working their way into my pussy, I don’t care, It feels so good” she whimpered.

If this was the entrée, I could not wait for what the rest of the night had to offer, after about 20 minutes of their exploring hands and amusing attempts at normal conversation, I asked “what do you want lover?”, Miss K stared at me determinedly, “I need these two hard cocks to use your little slutty wife, in all the ways you ever dreamed of”, “oh yeah?” I responded, “Lets go back to the room so I can see just how proud I make you, my king” she retorted.

Reluctantly, but knowingly, the three of them disentangled their hands from each other, rearranged their clothing, and shuffled their way around the table so we could leave, not without Miss K patting the bulges in their pants, kissing them and muttering “Lets go boys”