She's going to work and I'm driving her car on a Saturday since my van is in the shop over the weekend. Odd (not really) that she would be wearing a thin silk dress, heels, and crotchless pantyhose to work on a day when most employees aren't working. Of course Paul, her coworker, is going to be there too. She's given me the blow by blow details of their relationship over the last couple of months. He's been popping my wife right there in a bank's data processing center and right in her cubicle on her desk most of the time. We bowl with him and his wife every Tuesday night in my wife's company bowling league. 

Driving along, I sense her squirming in her seat. I look slightly to my right to see her looking up at the driver of a pickup truck that's pacing us on our right. Look at that meat, man. She's hot!  She's bringing her shoulders together to create more cleavage and scoots down in the seat to force her dress up. She glances at me with a smile to make sure I see the action. I smile back. She turns back to him.  

She points to her breasts in response to him pointing at her. He wants her to show them! She turns in her seat so that she's facing him a bit more. Then she reaches in and pulls out her left breast. She lifts it up and down, all the time smiling up at him. I can hear her talking softly to him even though he can't hear her. "This one too?". She lifts the right breast out into the open, cupping and lifting both of them up and down. Look at those married woman's tits! Ever see a slut doing this in a car? 

We're nearing her parking lot and I turn left into it as the guy in the pickup drives slowly on. I see him start a U turn and then lose sight of him. I drop her off at the sidewalk that leads into the front of the building. We kiss and she walks toward the door, her ass jiggling and swinging a bit. The dress that's swaying just above her knees will be up around her waist before the day is over. She looks over her shoulder and smiles at me as if she knows what I'm thinking. 

I pull away and notice that the pickup truck has parked on the exit road to the street. He waves his hand out the window as I start to pass him. I stop and bring my right side window down. He wants to talk.  

"That your wife?", he asks. 

Yes it is.", I reply, smiling.

"She sure is hot. I hope you don't mind me saying that.", he says with a smile.

"Not at all. She's pretty frisky.", I say, laughing.

"Any chance I can see her again?", he asks.

"She doesn't like for me to set her up.", I reply, smiling.

"Oh, we could meet accidentally. You know, in a bar or something.", he says.

"How about giving me your phone number. That way you'll know for sure if we're going to be someplace. I'll call after we get there. Maybe even tonight?", I ask.

"Oh, yeh! Give me a call at ...", he replies. 

I write it down and drive away, thinking about what he'd look like between my wife's legs. Late that afternoon, I pick her up and we talk about her day's events at work.  

"Well?", I ask, smiling.

"It didn't take long before we were messing around again. You know Paul.", she replies, laughing.

"Yes, I do. Did you do everything?", I ask.

"Of course. I gave him head and he screwed me. It's part of the routine.", she replies, laughing.

"Get any work done?", I ask.

"Most of it.", she repies, smiling.

"Want to stop somewhere for dinner and drinks?", I ask.

"Sure. Deweys?", she asks.

"Yep.", I reply. 

Deweys has great food and a comfortable bar where she's flirted with men before. She almost always gets at least a feel-up there. We order dinner and I go to the restroom where I make a call to the pickup guy. He's anxious and ready. He'll be at the bar in 20 minutes. We eat dinner and head to the bar. I pretend not to notice the pickup driver and she doesn't recognize him either, at least for now. He's managed to sit in a less visible part of the bar on a barstool. I sit her two seats away from him with me on the other side. She knows what this arrangement means. She glances his way a couple of times as he glances back. 

"Do I know this guy?", she asks, turning to me.

"I don't know. There have been so many.", I reply laughing.

"Very funny.", she says, smiling and looking back at him. 

Her dress "accidentally" works its way up her thighs with the help of her forearm.  She slowly sits straight up, her breasts thrusting out in profile. She glances back at him and back at me. 

"Oh, God. It's the pickup driver!", she says, whispering, finally recognizing him.

"What?", I ask.

"The pickup driver! The one I flashed today!", she whispers, her eyes wide in disbelief.

"Well, good. You two have a head start on things.", I say, laughing loudly.

"Do you think he recognizes me?", she asks.

"Same dress, same woman. Probably.", I reply, laughing.

"Oh, God. For some reason I'm embarrassed.", she says, smiling. 

I can see him looking her over, undressing her in his mind. Want my wife? Look at those legs and tits. Drill her!  

"Didn't I see you today?", he asks Amy as she turns to him.

"Where?", she asks.

"In a car just before you turned into that big bank's parking lot.", he replies.

"Oh, my. That was you?", she asks, turning red.

"Sure was. You are really a hot woman.", he replies.

"Oh, God. I'm embarrassed.", she says.

"Don't be. If you've got it, flaunt it.", he says, smiling.

"Do you come here often?", she asks.

"Quite a few times. And you?", he asks.

"Once in awhile. It's close to my work.", she says, smiling.

"Does your husband mind about you showing...?', he asks, his voice trailing off.

"Her husband doesn't mind.", I reply, laughing.

"How about showing me something again?", he asks her.

"Oh, I couldn't. It's too public.", she replies.

"Nobody else can see below the bar.", he replies. 

She looks around. By now, she's aroused. She pulls her dress up to her crotch, exposing naked flesh above the crotchless pantyhose. Her trimmed bush is not quite visible.  

"Wow. Very nice.", he says. 

He slides over to the seat next to her. She squirms on her barstool and leans forward on the bar on her elbows as his hand starts exploring her legs. What would Paul think if he saw his woman getting felt up in a bar? I watch his hand stroke her thigh. She lets him pull her crossed leg towards him causing her legs to spread. The leg closest to me is pointing at the bar and the other is against his leg. This opens her up for his hand to move up to her pussy. None of us are talking now as he explores her crack.  

She doesn't resist as he pulls her arm and elbow off the bar and directs her hand to his lap. She squeezes and strokes his bulge. Soon they're working themselves into arousal. He leans over and kisses her, their tongues intertwining. Things are getting too hot for a public setting so I encourage them to "take it outside", laughing. I leave cash for the bar bill and tip and follow them out, their arms wrapped around each other. 

He wants to go to his apartment, so I follow them in her car. I can see them sitting close together as we drive, no doubt some nasty stuff going on in there. We arrive and I follow them up to his place. Inside he offers us a beer, all he has. No thanks. They resume necking and soon he's guiding her into his bedroom. In between gropes and kisses, they pull each other's clothes off. 

I wander around, passing by the bedroom doorway once in awhile. At first, she's blowing him and the next time by he's drilling her from behind, her breasts swaying to the thrusts. Fuck her, man. Fuck her! They finish up and come back out. A few parting words and we head home, another successful day with her men. She flashes other drivers on the way home but gets no takers.