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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I could feel Jules quivering as she nodded, her eyes locked on hubby as she did. I brushed the soft material of her knickers and she jolted and switched her gaze to me instantly. Through her underwear she felt hot and moist.
“Well?” Asked the grinning barman, his head cocked to one side.
Jules turned to him and as I pressed the front of her knickers between her lips she almost snarled at him, “I said yes I do want that.”
Hubby, the barman and I exchanged quick glances, surprised by Jules’s outburst.
“I meant well, can I get you guys drinks now?” He grinned. “Everyone in the pub can see you want to fuck this guy love. Same again?” Now it was his turn to lock eyes on the wanton wife as realisation dawned on her of what she had said. Aver a moment he broke off and went to get our drinks. Hubby and I laughed as Jules screwed her face upon a mixture of confusion and her attempt to control the sensation my finger was causing as it brushed her clitoris.
She was beginning to wriggle on her stool against my hand, When the barman returned and set the drinks down. Hubby dutifully paid and we exchanged a smirking cheers as Jules found she couldn’t help trying to control her stimulation. She had found the way to press herself against my hand so that her clitoris was pressed against my knuckles and was clearly enjoying it whilst trying to remain discreet. We all had looked around the room several times and knew that at least two couples and a mixed group of teens over by the pool table had spotted something unusual going on with us.
The fact that I stood with my body screening Jules’s legs and we were at the end of the bar meant that only one of the couples, a small man and his curvaceous companion, had a definitive view of proceedings. They were staring unsubtlely at us and exchanging comments. He had moved his hand onto her leg and was softly stroking it through her jeans.
“You’re enjoying this clearly,” I said to Jules, not bothering to whisper now. Again her reply was a nod. “ Well be patient. We wouldn’t want to rush things would we.” And with that I slowly withdrew my hand from her skirt. I was amused at the way she seemed to press her groin forward as if pursuing my hand as it left her pussy.
My hand was warm and wet and of course I couldn’t resist smelling my fingers, savouring the musky scent of Jules’s pussy. Behind the bar our new friend raised his eyebrows and smirked as if to ask if she smelt good.
“Now Jules, I want you to go to the toilet and take those knickers off.” She looked both frustrated at the sudden cessation of stimulation and sheepish as she wondered what the night held. “ and when you come back I want you to put them on the bar, here.” I pointed to a spot between her and hubby. It just happened to be in plain sight of the barman and the nearby couple. Jules’s eyes widened as my instruction dawned on her. Did she still cling to the thought that no one had noticed our antics yet? It was a lovely feeling to see the denial in her eyes.
She looked at hubby who looked at me, returning her gaze to where it belonged. This time I harshened my tone.
“We’ll go on then, don’t make me wait,” and I took her wrist and eased her from the stool. She looked around and spotted the sign. As she strode away many eyes followed her. The curvaceous woman leaned in and spoke to her partner then stood up, straightened her top, a tight black jumper straining over large breasts and she too headed off to the ladies….. |
