FabSwingers.com forum: The Art Gallery

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

We decided to meet at the local art gallery just to carry on the social aspect of the arrangement for a while in any event.

The first meeting was in a local pub large enough to find some space to converse privately but intimate in terms of décor and livery. At the first assignation I arrived ten minutes early I suppose it was nerves as after exchanging pictures and seeing this hot wife naked I was sure I was punching above my weight but the telephone conversations flowed well and we all seemed to have the same mind set.

I do love summer evenings in the UK there is something fresh and clean about the air and everyone seems to be smiling. I waited and the hour arrived and there was I sat alone nursing a cold San Miguel a drink that seemed appropriate given the blazing sun high in the summer sky.

Then I saw them walking across the car park and I foolishly drew on the cold beer, coughed spluttered and dotted my blue Ben Sherman shirt with a pattern of San Miguel. Dear lord I could not believe what I was seeing; a blonde goddess walking towards me in a white summer dress punctuated with red flowers with long brown legs that ended in red high heel shoes. As she walked across the car park she passed a couple who were dining alfresco the male half was staring at this stunner more intently than I which did not go unnoticed by his other half. His stare was broken with a left hook placed neatly under his rib cage which caused him to sit up and begin explaining his fixation. His night was ruined as the stare from his jealous woman I have seen a hundred times.

They both came to my window table and I stood up to greet them. He was older than her and the pictures I had been sent very conveniently hid his balding status. I asked about drinks and went to the bar to retrieve two glasses of red wine. Now the awkward moment arrived the conversation ice breaker as I started to speak she looked at me and said “you are taller than I expected as most men I encounter lie about a lot of things but specifically their height” and other things hubby said with a silly grin. Well I am not wearing Cuban heels this is me in all my glory! She crossed her legs slowly and deliberately and I could she there was no trace of under wear.

We chatted for two hours about all of life’s trials and tribulations the good bad and the indifferent. She rose and went to the bathroom leaving me alone with husband or twenty years. She like you he said, you have made her laugh and you hold a conversation well. I am flattered was my retort not knowing what else to say. He leaned forward and said “what colour lipstick was she wearing”? I thought and for the life of me I could not remember. Pink, pale pink! He smiled again and said “if she returns with bright red lipstick on brighter than the red of those roses on her dress then she wants to take it further. He leaned back and looked round to see where she was I did the same and I saw the red lips and for the first time in years I had butterflies!

She sat down and asked if they could buy me a drink I refused and said I would get them. She came to the bar with me. Her perfume was JPG for women and her wrist bracelet was of a white gold with the word take me bound in to the gold chain. I ordered and she asked If I had ever been to a well known art gallery I thought and replied that I was not really a lover of arts. She smiled and said builders rarely are. I am free tomorrow; meet me at 2pm in the bar of the art gallery. I was stunned I had not been in this situation before but relished the thought of seeing her again. We returned to the table at which point she told him of the date and he nodded with a smile. Its an exhibition by a local artist you will enjoy his work very talented young painter. Are you not joining us? I asked; no I have to work tomorrow but I want you to take good care of her and treat her as she likes. I agreed readily and we all laughed loud enough to draw attention from the adjacent table. Well my love I am going to the little boys room then we must be off home as I have an early start in the morning. He left us alone sitting at the table she sipped the last taste of her wine. He is happy now he wants me home so he can fuck me hard knowing that I will be with you tomorrow. I will tell him about what I want from you and he will call me a slut and whore and fuck me hard all night. I love to make him jealous and he loves being jealous. Does that shock you? I did stumbled over my reply but managed to utter …..of course not we are seeking the same thing mutual pleasure? Smiling she looked at me and said,” box standard reply”; which it was as I was shocked. Do you think him sharing me makes him less of a man? Again I hesitated and asked if I could be totally honest. Of course please feel free we all need to be honest if we are to get along. If you were mine I wouldn’t share you with anyone not ever no way Jose as you are, if I may coin a hairy arsed builder phrase , fucking stunning! He arrived back and she rose and said see you tomorrow don’t be late.

They left and walked to their car took the roof off the very sleek BMW and drove around to the window I was sitting and she blew a kiss and they were gone. I sat there just in a daze. I drained the now warm Spanish horse piss and walked to the exit. As I went outside I saw the recipient of the left hook sitting on his own. As I walked past I asked him if his ribs were broken he laughed and said it was worth it and he was now being given the silent treatment as punishment for staring. I giggled and went to my car.

I couldn’t sleep a wink it was hot sticky and my mind was busy with thoughts desire and downright filth!

The day was as beautiful as they day before a cloudless sky and an early morning warm sun filtered into my bedroom. I made coffee and could not eat anything as my mind was on bright red lips! I googled the gallery and it was a privately owned building belonging to a local family who allowed artists to show their works. Quite philanthropic I thought. The phone buzzed with a text, it was her. What do you want me to wear? I asked if she would wear a summer dress similar to the one she wore the previous night with red heels ankle straps and no underwear. I was feeling bold! The phone again; he fucked me until sunlight he used me like a paid whore. My reply; Lucky him!

Nothing for two hours.

I busied myself showered and got dressed the time had come to leave. It was truly a gorgeous day a true July summer in the UK where else in the world would you rather be? The car park was full so I had to find a spot on a side street. It was a pretty rough area and as I was walking away a couple young lads approached me and in a rounded Manchester accent asked if they could look after the car for a fiver. I laughed at them as said its ok lads there is a Rottweiler in the back he will sort it! As quick as a flash the older of the boys said “that’s great but can the dog put fires out or mend slashed tyres”? I spent ten minutes negotiating with the lads and got the fee down to three quid. God knows what state it would be in when I got back!

I went into the gallery which was an old converted Victorian Methodist church. Inside the owners had spent considerable sums of money on fitting it out I should know this was my business. I paid for a programmed (admission was free but donations were welcome) and went to the bar. My mind wondered to my car and I could see the two young lads playing noughts and crosses on my expensive run flat tyres! I ordered a club soda and starred around the room which was pretty full. There was a draught IPA on the bar called dizzy blonde I ditched the soda and ordered a pint of blonde!

As I turned to grab a table there she was. Her hair was in a blonde bob an inch of her shoulders she had glasses and she smiled. Her skin was immaculate and she had done as requested her summer dress was a light thin material and with red ankle strap shoes she looked stunning. I see you like dizzy blondes? I looked at my glass and laughed only if they wear red lip stick. She smiled and asked for a white wine which I ordered and we sat down. So what have you been doing with yourself today she asked as she sipped from the glass leaving a think imprint of lipstick on the rim. Not a lot really just chilling and thinking about meeting you. Did you have a good evening last night? I did indeed she replied very fulfilling! She asked about my tastes in art and I likened myself to Del Boy in the stately home episode of Fools and Horses when he kept asking the Lord of the manner if all the paintings on display were painted by Leonardo Davinci . She was being polite in saying she had not seen that particular episode as I don’t think Fools was high on her playback list.

Shall we wonder around and you can tell me what you think of the works on display. Of course I replied. Shall I take the dizzy blonde with me or is one stunning blonde sufficient to escort me? She giggled I left dizzy behind and we wondered down the stairs into the main gallery area. She held my hand as if it was a date ; intending lovers I was taken aback. She smiled at the attendants and took my programme and stared talking about the artist on whose work we were gazing. I was genuinely enthralled as she explained some of the intention and meaning behind the work some of which I could see some of which was lost on me. We chatted politely and I realised she was getting my life story and her questions were aimed at exploring me, my back ground and what made me.

Do you think I am attractive she asked in a very quiet voice. Stunning I replied, she seem almost embarrassed by the compliment. Tell me what do you think of a man who would let his wife be taken by another man? I explained that we had discussed this last evening albeit in a snatched conversation. We don’t make a habit of this, me being loaned to another for pleasure she snapped back. I hope so was my somewhat weak response.

I want to show you something; she took my hand and led me to one of the smaller side rooms on entry I saw it at once. It was her painted in all her splendour the most beautiful and tasteful piece of work I have ever seen. Do you like it? I just stared and uttered its you. She bowed her head to hide her blushes. I could see her eyes staring at me. Enough she ordered and again pulled at my hand and I was like a little boy being dragged away from some special treat. We left the small room and wondered down a corridor and she opened a door that led into an office I was dragged behind her she uncoupled our hands closed the door and locked it. Don’t be worried or concerned this is my office my world.

She stooped at the door turned round and stated at me and with taking those eyes of me she removed the shoulder sections of the dress. It fell to the floor she was there naked save for those shoes. I didn’t know what to say. I froze she walked to me and kissed me. I felt the haze of lipstick painted on my face. She grasped me and felt that I was hard and I touched and felt the wetness of her I slide two fingers into her she groaned and ejaculated I forced my fingers again she drenched the floor. I raised my hand and forced my sodden figures in her mouth and kissed her. The taste was of raw sex. I turned round and bent her over the desk I unzipped and took out my stiff cock and forced it into her cunt and lunged deep into her; she ejaculated again and the force tried to force me out. She whispered “am I a dirty fucking whore”? “am I a cum slut”? I plunged deeper and called her what she wanted to hear. She orgasmed holding the desk edge she called me a dirty wife fucking bastard. I stopped pulled out she screamed don’t stop you fucker I turned her round she knelt in front of me and I forced my cock into her mouth she gagged removed it spat on my cock and wanked it asking all the time if she was a dirty wife.

I wanked in her face until I produced the first drops of pre cum which she devoured instantly She stood up and I pushed against the wall and took her from behind. Is this big enough to pleasure that wet dirty cunt? She screamed yes yes its starching my I pounded her until she climaxed twice or thrice more I cannot remember. With one last bout of thrusting I came in her and whispered its done now its done. I withdrew and slumped in the office arm chair. She stood still against the wall for what seemd like an age until she regained her composure and came and straddle me whilst I was sat on the chair.

I said thank you as I didn’t know what else to say to which she giggled and said no thank you as I have not had such a battery of orgasms in a long long time. I was drained; she rose to her feet and went into the adjacent wash room picking up her dress on the way. I adjusted my dress and wiped the product of her and me on tissues raided from the desk. She returned from the wash room looking radiant and no one would know what had just happened in the preceding forty five minutes.

Late lunch see asked? Why not my treat was my reply. No my treat she insisted.

As we left the office I didn’t know what to expect but we made our way to the small restaurant at the front of the gallery past the room with her naked portrait and down a small flight of stairs all the time holding my hand. As we entered the restaurant he was there waiting at the table. He greeted her with a peck on the cheek and shook my hand. Have you had an enjoyable afternoon dear he enquired. I have indeed Mike has taken very good care of me she smiled not taking her eyes of the menu. And you Mike have you had a pleasurable afternoon to which I nodded. Now you two must be famished shall we order? Mike I took the liberty of ordering you a dizzy blonde I hear that you like it? He roared with laughter.

We chatted until gone six I was invited to their house in the future for drinks he promised to have a dizzy blonde in for me. As I left she kissed me on the cheek and he shook my hand and thanked me for spending time with and looking after his wife. I left and went back to the car.

True to form the lads had looked after it no fires or slayed tyres. I gave them the two quid I had manged to barter away as it was only fair as my trip to the art gallery had been one to remember.