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“That was a lovely meal,” Suzy said to me, looking up from her beer.

“Did you notice that waiter? He kept trying to look down your dress every time he got near the table. ”

We were sitting in the beer garden outside a pub not far from the restaurant. We had spent the night with friends after missing the last train following a dinner party at their house and decided to have an early lunch before getting the train home.

“I can’t say I noticed. Were you getting jealous?” Suzy asked me, playfully rubbing her leg against mine.

“No, no. Maybe he was just staring because not many women wear evening dress in the afternoon. ”

“Maybe I should take it off. Would you like that?” Suzy asked. She stood up, seductively placing her hands on her hips and raising the dress slightly. She raised her eyebrows at me, then laughed out loud. “Maybe later. I’m just going to the Ladies Room to check I’m not showing more than I should be. Did you see where it is when you bought the drinks?”

“Yeah. It’s just by the door as you go in. ”

“Thanks. Be sure to wait for me, won’t you. ,” she grinned at me, knowing I’d wait forever.

I turned to watch her go. She really did look sexy in the dress. It was bright red, very short and daringly low cut at the front. Wearing matching stiletto heels, her full breasts and shapely ass stuck out in all the right ways. All the men at the party last night were drinking her in with their eyes, and I knew she was enjoying the attention. I wondered if she was lying about not noticing the way the waiter was looking at her.

When Suzy returned from the toilet I noticed that she seemed very flushed. She rarely drinks in the afternoon and we had polished off two bottles of wine before we had even finished the meal, so we were both more than a little tipsy even before coming to the pub for a beer.

“Are you feeling all right?” I asked her.

For a second she just stared at me, her mouth open, not seeming to register what I was saying, then she sat back down opposite me. “I’m fine,” she said, her breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling. She was obviously excited about something.

“What happened?” I asked as she lifted her bottle of beer to her lips and took a few heavy gulps.

“Oh. It was nothing… really,” she said, but I could tell she was dying to tell me something. Her eyes were all dark and fiery, piercing in to me, begging me to ask her.

“Come on. Tell me. ”

“Promise you won’t get mad?”

“Yeah, yeah. I promise. Just tell me. ”

“Well, when I walked in there was a group of men sitting at a table near the toilet and they started cheering and whistling when they saw me. I couldn’t make out exactly what they were saying, but I could guess, you know. They were looking me up and down and completely undressing me with their eyes. ”

Suzy stopped, then lifted the bottle to her lips and took a large swig of beer.

“Then what happened?” I asked.

“I just walked in to the Ladies. I know you know I like it when men look at me like that. It was like at the party last night, or with that waiter. It makes me feel sexy. When I came out of the toilet, I took my time walking past them. I wanted to see if they would say anything else. ”

“And did they?”

“Yes. One of them walked over to me and stood in front of me. He told me I looked ‘fucking gorgeous’ and that he couldn’t wait to get a proper look of my ‘lovely big tits’. I’ve never had a complete stranger look at me that way before. Then he stuck his hands out and pulled the front of my dress towards him so he could look down at my tits. ”

“Did he touch you?”

“No, no. Well, only… ”

“Only what?”

“Well, while he was holding my dress away from my chest, the palms of his hands were rubbing against my nipples. They were getting really hard. I couldn’t help it. You know how sensitive they are. Look, feel them,” she said and pulled my hand to her chest. Her nipples were definitely hard. I squeezed one of them gently and she moaned softly. She was obviously really turned on, and she wasn’t the only one.

“What did he do next?” I asked, pulling my hand away.

“No. Leave it there,” she said urgently, then moved over to sit to next to me on the bench. She placed both my hands on her tits and covered my mouth with hers, driving her tongue deep into my mouth. After a while she pulled away and said, “That was it. Nothing else happened. He went and sat back down with his mates. ”

“Did you want more to happen?” I asked, continuing to play with her tits, as she rubbed her hand on my hardening cock, through my trousers.

“I don’t know,” she replied nervously.

I quickly drank what was left of my beer and looked at her, “God, I want to fuck you so bad. Let’s go. ”

“Wait… ”

“What is it?”

“Would you mind if… ”

“Tell me. ”

“Could we stay here a while longer. I thought I could go to the toilet again later, and maybe… ”

“And maybe he’d do something more?”

“No. I wouldn’t let him do anything… I just want to know whether he’d try anything. You know? I wouldn’t let him fuck me. Just… ”

I formed a mental picture of a complete stranger fondling my wife’s tits, and before I could change my mind I told her that I would go and buy us another round of drinks.

“What did he look like? I want to see him when I’m in there. ”

“I’m not telling you that. Maybe you can see later, if something happens,” she said, giving me a wicked grin.

As I walked through the pub to the bar, I looked around at the people, trying to work out who it might have been. It was a pretty small pub and there was only about a dozen men inside. There were a couple of postmen, still in their uniform, and the rest seemed to be labourers, wearing paint spattered jeans and muddy boots. While the barman was pouring our drinks he began chatting to me.

“You and your friend staying outside?