We had gone to a friend’s daughter’s wedding. Margaret looked stunning in her heels and seamed stockings. Almost as soon as we were at the reception, which was held right next door to where we lived, three young guys in their early twenties came up for a chat. One of them told me I had a hot sexy wife and she looked great in stockings, and they hoped they would get to see more as the evening wore on.
They asked me if she dressed for sex. They were cheeky, to say the least, and Margaret was being a bit bashful. Nevertheless, during the evening they gave her plenty of attention, dancing with her often.
She would come back to the table and sit with me a while, then one of them would get her to dance. She disappeared for a short time and when she came back she was a little flustered. I asked if one of the guys had gotten frisky; she said no, but that our neighbour Ian had.
He had suggested a walk out in the garden to get some cool air as it was hot inside. Once away from the house he had commented that she looked sexy and he had noticed her getting plenty of attention from the three young guys. They had walked to the top of the garden where there was a picnic table and she had sat on it. Ian had stood in front of her, looking down at her legs. He asked if she liked to be the centre of attention, then slid his hand along her calf and up her thigh, moving the hem of her dress further up and giving him a good view of her stocking tops. She’d had a few glasses of wine, so was feeling quite good with it. He told her he’d have to pop around after work one night and have a better look. Then he went back to the reception.
I asked how she felt. She said horny; the young guys had been saying quite naughty things to her all night and getting a quick feel when they thought they could get away with it. A short time after we said our goodnights and started to walk down the drive to ours, we heard footsteps behind and it was the three young guys. They caught us up and asked if we could recommend somewhere for them to stay the night as they hadn’t booked anything. The town was busy as there was a big convention on so we knew that rooms were few and far between.
We chatted a little while and asked if they had gotten anywhere from our earlier conversation. A quick look from her to me, and I whispered they wanted to see her stockings properly, not just a glimpse. She walked quietly down the side of the house to the entrance away from the sight of the other house and slowly pulled her skirt up above her stockings. I told the boys quietly to go and see if they could get a closer look. There is always one pushier than the others; he didn’t hesitate and put his arm around her, gave her a kiss, and his other hand went straight to her tits. She didn’t object so he opened her blouse. She looked so hot. She did push him away, though, and went inside. I told them to go in and see what happened.
Once inside, she organised a drink for everyone. She sat on the sofa, two of the guys on the floor and one beside her. I sat in one of the armchairs. She looked so hot, skirt halfway up her thighs, one leg crossed over the other; she would change legs nice and slow.
One of the guys on the floor asked her if she was just going to carry on teasing or if she was going to let them see what the neighbour Ian had seen earlier. The guy next to her asked his mates if they wanted to see more; they nodded their approval. He leant towards her, kissing her on the cheek, asking if he could now have a proper feel of her stockinged thighs. She turned to face him, kissing him and pushing her tongue into his mouth. She broke away and asked him if that was what he had wanted to do all evening.
He grinned at her, gradually sliding his hand up her skirt, caressing her inner thigh. They kissed, tongues entwined, her legs gradually parting to allow access as he slid his hand up the inside of her thigh.
She told him to tell his friends what they felt like; with that, they told him to move her legs wider. His fingers found their way to the thin gusset of her skimpy knickers; she was very wet and she moaned as his finger slid into her slit. She was really turned on. Her nipples were rock hard and stood out clearly through the thin material of her bra and silk blouse. As he was fingering her pussy she undid the buttons on her blouse and eased her tits out of her bra. She then hooked her fingers under her panties, lifting her bum and sliding them down her thighs.
One of the guys on the floor moved and sat at the other side of her, his hard cock sticking out the front of his pants. He started sucking on her tits whilst his hand found its way up her other thigh. The other guy looked at me. He said they had picked her when she got out of the car at the wedding, that she was a hot slut and someone was going to fuck her tonight, glad it was them.
He moved over, positioning himself between her open thighs. He set to licking her pussy, the other guy beside her sucking her tits and the third guy removing his jeans. She was like a bitch on heat. The pussy licker knelt between her thighs, got his cock and rubbed it up and down her slit. Now was the time for him to push the thick bulb of his cock slowly into her. Gradually he worked it in until he was all the way up inside her.
He looked at her as she had this lustful look on her face and said to his mates, “I told you the slut would spread for us before the night was out.” The third guy knelt beside her so that she could suck and play with his cock. So now it was on–one in her pussy, one playing with her tits whilst she stroked his cock, and the other kneeling beside her whilst she sucked and licked.
She looked so hot, with three young guys getting what they wanted and one hot woman getting it all.