“Oh, that was so good,” he said, rolling off me.
“It was so good, I was getting aroused again.” I confessed.
“Oh well, we don’t want you being left part satisfied,” he said, pulling my leg over his and putting his fingers on my pussy. He found my erect clit, and started playing with it. His fingers are actually magic, no other man has ever been able to make me cum so readily with just his fingers. I knew he would make me orgasm, and I wasn’t disappointed.
We lazed in bed for a while, then I went off to cancel James, while Rob showered and shaved.
“How did James take it?” Rob asked, walking naked from the bathroom, drying his fairly long hair with his bath towel, his satiated cock bouncing as he towelled.
“He wasn’t surprised. He said he assumed I wouldn’t be seeing him again, and I confirmed that. He said to apologise to you if he went over the top with the humiliation. He did, didn’t he?”
“Yeah, but it’ll fuel my fantasies for quite a while. I don’t think I can go back to that pub for a few months though.”
“That’s a shame, the food is really good. Perhaps I’ll get someone else to take me, what do you think?” I asked whilst grabbing and gently stroking his hardening cock, “your organ has answered for you, my darling.”
“It has, hasn’t it?”
“So, what does your cock want me to wear today?”
“That short summer dress, the one that’s nearly see through, a tiny thong and bra set in a strong colour, purple maybe? And high heels, of course. At some point I may insist that you give me the panties.”
“Ok, so I’m going to be on show, am I? So, we haven’t given up on the fantasies then?”
“No, well, if that’s ok with you?”
“It’s very ok with me, I thought perhaps I’d screwed up with James. Do you still want me to have sex with other men?”
“Yes, I do. I wasn’t sure for a little while there, but I’m sure now. I’m really looking forward to showing you off, and if something happens, then I won’t stop you having sex with as many men as you want.”
“I’m glad, for you because it’s your fantasy, and for me, because I love the excitement of being seduced, or just fucked by different men. We’ll just do without the humiliation. What do you think?”
“I think that we need to go now, or I’ll have to pull you back into bed.”
“We can’t have that, my love, it isn’t your turn to fuck me.” I announced as I finished dressing.
We drove around the M25, with fairly heavy traffic, and went to a lovely pub on the banks of a canal, near Ripley. It was quite hot, and the outside tables were almost full, but we managed to get a small table, near a group of fairly raucous young men.
A couple of them noticed me, and as I headed for a seat facing them, they nudged their pals, so they were all watching me when I got to my seat. It was one of those bench types, which are attached to the table, so that it’s necessary to swing one’s leg over, followed by the other leg in order to sit down.
The guys watched intently as I swung my left leg over, giving them a quick flash of my purple thong, then with my second leg I faked a bit of a stumble, so they got a longer and clearer view.
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