My wife Jane is 47 years old, but acts in her 30's when it comes to
sensual play.  In that regard, I am a VERY lucky man.  She is 5'7". 136
lbs, 36C-30-37, auburn hair, brown eyes, with large 1/2" nipples.  Her
only flaw was s tummy bulge from childbearing that I'd grown fond of,
but it still made her hesitant to wear anything too provocative.  Still,
over time she had learned to dress very provocatively for me and we'd
had our share of exhibitionistic fun.

  Life for us was good, not great, but good.  We made our ends meet;
owned a home, two cars, and had raised 4 kids.  About 15 years into the
marriage she began dressing much more sexually for me, giving into my
pleas for cleavage and short skirts.  Over time, with my buying her
clothes, she soon had little else to wear but what I liked; mini-skirts,
heels, and button down blouses.  Over time she became comfortable in
them and even liked the attention she would receive from men.
  About 5 years ago, we began "soft-swinging" and finally had our first
threesome three years ago.  From there, we gradually moved into M-F-M
threesomes on a semi-regular basis and I loved every minute of it, and
Jane was getting to like it as well.
  One evening while chatting online with an admirer of hers who was
attempting to convince me to meet her (we had a rigorous screening
routine); he began telling me how he'd love to pay her to have lunch
with him wearing one of her mini-skirts and sheer blouses, playing with
her, and having a little "afternoon delight."  At first, our
conversation moved on, but something inside me made me scroll back up
the chat window to re-read his message.
  On a whim, I asked him how serious he was.  He assured me he was very
serious, that he had a lot of money and little time to cultivate a
relationship, and too much to loose on a divorce (something he had
experienced first hand, apparently.)
  I told him (in jest) that she'd have to quit work to meet him for
lunch regularly and it wouldn't be worth it.  When he offered $ 250 a
day, I almost laughed.  
  "That's $1,250 five days a week!" I noted.
  "And?" he replied.  "I make about two and a half to three grand a
week."
  The conversation went on and I later logged off, but the idea stuck in
my mind.  Everything that could go wrong on a proposition like that
crossed my mind, especially the legal aspects; not to mention that it
sounded like something that she wouldn't go for.  An occasional,
pre-planned threesome was one thing--beings someone's toy for a week was
an entirely different ball game.
  I set about doing normal chores around the house including preparing
the dinner.  Jane came home from work and seemed relived to see me
setting the dinner table.  She seemed a little tired or disappointed,
but I figured her new job was catching up to her.
  We made small talk through dinner until work came up.
  "It doesn't look like the restaurant is going to be opening up next
week after all." She sighed.
  My stomach tightened.  This was not going to be good news.  "No
problem," I reassured her, beginning to understand her disappointment,
"we can make it a few more weeks without a paycheck."
  "I don't know." She sounded pensive.
  "Sure," I smiled, wiping some steak sauce from my chin.  "I have the
money in the bank from the boat sale and can pay the mid-month bills and
you can help pay the bills on the 1st of next month."
  "Not exactly." She sounded even more apprehensive.
  "What?" I knew I would probably have to drag it out of her.
  Jane sipped her coffee slowly and paused to light a cigarette.  "Just
don't yell at me." she began.  
  I look at her feeling something was about to break that I didn't want
to hear.
  "I spent some of the money last Sunday while you were out riding with
the guys."  She began.
  "Bingo?" I had already anticipated that, and at $ 40.00 a pop, it
wasn't gonna kill me."  
  "That too." She sighed.
  "Too?" I echoed.
  "Remember, I told you I mowed the yard?" she seemed ready to confess,
"I paid someone.  Then I paid for Cleo's bingo."  Cleo was a friend of
hers she always went to Bingo with.  Jane continued.  "I thought I would
have a full paycheck so I treated Cleo, actually, I owed her one; then I
paid to have the yard done, and I got the car washed and waxed and
detailed at the carwash on Main Street."
  The dollar signs were adding up.  I listened silently.
  "Then I got my hair dyed and bought the pants with a debit card for
work."  Jane paused and produced a small wad of receipts.  
  "They say we'll have the next week or two off until the electrical is
rewired to meet code and the manager says it may be a couple or three
weeks."  Jane sounded contrite.
  The receipts added up to three hundred dollars.  The power bill might
not get paid, I thought.
  Jane looked at me for a response.  I finished my last piece of steak
and pushed the plate aside.  "Looks like dinner by candle light." I
noted, trying not to sound upset.  I really couldn't be upset; she's not
the only one in the house who spends money, even when we're tight.
  "You're not mad?" she asked.
  "No." I lied.  What was the point?
  "I can see if I can do some baby sitting for the girls at the other
restaurant for a while, I can probably bring in a hundred by next
Saturday." She offered.  
  "I'll just have to cancel the cable and pay partial on the power until
my check on the 1st." I advised her.  
  As she looked pitifully at me for forgiveness, the previous chat came
to mind and I chuckled aloud.
  "What?" she asked.
  "Nothing." I replied.  "Just thinking about a chat I had earlier with
one of your fans."
  "What?" she persisted.
  I shrugged.  "He offered to pay you $ 250.00 a day to be his sexual
servant and here we are out of money.   It made me chuckle."
  "Would you be there?" she asked, pausing in a suddenly ominous
silence.
  "Excuse me?" I stammered.
  "If I said yes," she repeated, "would you be there?"  
  "In theory, yes." I cautiously replied.  "In reality, who knows?  I
doubt he was serious." I added.
  "Find out." Jane quipped.
  Now I was silent.  My mind raced and my cock swelled.  
  She got up, announcing that she was taking a shower and that I should
find out.
  I went to the computer room and turned on the monitor to my idling
computer.  A moment later I was online and my software indicated that
"Lee" was online.  I messaged him and he replied promptly.  I asked him
if he was serious and he replied "Very.  This week would be perfect,
starting tomorrow."
  My heart continued to beat.
  "In fact," he continued, "if she agrees to this week, I'll throw in a
$ 500 bonus to be paid on Friday."
  "Hang on." I typed in a walked to the front room.  The shower was
running.  I picked up the phone and called my boss.
  "Hello?"
  "Tim?" I asked.
  "Yeah, Joe?"
  "Yep." I confirmed.
  "What's up?"  Tim asked.
  "How much comp time do I have coming?" I asked.
  "Over 56 hours, last time I checked." Tim replied.  "Are you finally
gonna take some?"
  "How about 40 hours?" I asked.  
  "Ouch," Tim paused.  "I thought you were going to sell me some?"
  "Something's come up." I replied.  I hadn't told Jane that I had the
option of raising some money in an emergency by selling back my comp
time, and I wasn't about to tell her today!
  "Hmmm," he paused - not a good sign.  "That server needs to be fully
backed up by the weekend." He reminded me.
  I cringed at the hint that I might not get all the time off.  I
paused, calculating my options.
  "You know," he added, "you could do most of the work in a few hours a
day, at your leisure."
  My heart leapt for joy.  "Awesome!"
  "I'll let the others know you'll be on flex time." Tim surmized. 
"Just be sure that the files are archived on the mail-server and the
data server by Friday at midnight.
  "Good as done!" I exclaimed.
  "Enjoy the break." Tim sighed, "you've earned it."
  "Thanks." I hung up, unsure where my day was going.
  "Who was that?" Jane asked coming out of the bathroom in a towel.
  "Tim." I asked, "I was checking on my options for some time off."
  "Did your friend say he wanted me?" she asked.
  "He's online now." I motioned for her to follow me to the computer
room.  Lee was still there.
  "Back." I typed.
  "He wants to offer you a $ 500 bonus for this week, starting tomorrow,
payable on Friday." I explained.
  "What did she say?" he typed.
  I looked at Jane.
  "What does he want me to do for this?" she asked.
  "She wants to know what you'll want - she's right here with me." I
typed.
  "Tomorrow, lunch in a micro-mini skirt, button down blouse, and
heels.  No hose, no panties, no bra.  Then we'll have an afternoon
session and maybe dinner."
  "What about you?" Jane asked.
  "She wants to know if I'll be able to come along?" I asked.
  "I don't mind." He typed.  "But you can not stop me, only she can.  If
she does, the money is off, and the bonus is off.  I pay her at the end
of every day."
  I looked at Jane.  She was smiling!
  "He might want you to fuck him in public." I warned.
  "Something you've always wanted to see, isn't it?" she asked.
  I tried to hide my bulge.
  "I only know him from a few chats, hardly someone we can assume plays
mild like we do." I advised.
  "Dear," she put her arms around my shoulders.  "You're a voyeur; he's
paying me to give you what you want.  And with the $ 3000 we'll be good
to go for another 6 or 8 weeks!"
  She had a point there.
  "You there?" Lee typed.
  "Yes, thinking seriously." I replied.
  "Everything's on me." he typed.  "No expenses for either of you, but I
will be constantly asking Jane to do something, show something.  I will
make her earn every penny; but it should be fun for all concerned."
  "What about the rest of the week?"  Jane asked.
  "What about the rest of the week?" I echoed on the chat box.
  "I figure an average of 4 to 6 hours a day max." he typed.  "Anything
over 6 hours, and she goes into overtime at time and a half - say $ 60
an hour?  And she can accept of decline after the 6th hour."
  I let Jane read his note.  
  "O.K."  She smiled at me.  "What time tomorrow and where?"
  "What time tomorrow and where?" I typed.
  "Noon, Caf  Grouper.  The table will be reserved under 'White.'" He
typed.
  "See ya there!" I typed as Jane nodded.
  
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  It was 11:15 a.m. when Jane emerged from the bedroom.  She looked
stunning for a woman of 47.  She wore a tight black button down suede
mini skirt and a sleeveless white blouse.  All the buttons were done and
she looked very sexy, the brown of her aureoles showing slightly.  
  "I don't know if that qualifies as a micro-mini." I noted.  
  "I can raise it up my abdomen if I have to." She added.  
  I considered taking her right there but last night had taken its toll
on me.  After the chat with Lee, we made love for two hours straight. 
It was out hottest session in months.  She stood modeling herself in a
full-length closet mirror.  
  "It's not very short, is it?"  she asked.
  "Compared to what?" I asked.
  "Well, you suggested that it was too long." She noted.
  "I was just thinking that since you're being paid to do this, you
ought to make a good impression.  And he specified, 'micro-mini.'"
  She paused looked at herself.  "That's probably a good idea." She
noted.
  She pulled the entire skirt upwards pausing to bend over.  When she
did, he ass cheeks popped right out.  "How's this?" she asked still
bending.
  "Stand up straight." I said.
  She did.  The skirt fell to about four inches below her cheek-line. 
"Better."
  "Would you call this micro?" she asked.
  "No." I lied.
  She moved the skirt upwards some more, now it hung 2 inches below her
ass cheek-line.  When she bent over her ass and pussy were clearly
visible.
  "How's this?" she asked.
  "Much better." I admitted.
  We walked out to the car and I opened her door for her to admire her
ass as she bent to sit down.  There's no way she's getting out without
flashing someone something, I thought.
  I got into the car and started it.
  "You haven't said anything about my cleavage." She observed.
  "No, I haven't."  I admitted, "But you know me, I can't ever get
enough of your tits."
  "But what about Lee?" she asked as I pulled out of the driveway.
  "He's a guy." was all I could think to say.
  She began undoing buttons.  I couldn't really tell much other than the
fact that I was getting excited already.
  The drive was uneventful and we arrived at the restaurant at 10
minutes till.  I hurried out of the van and around to Jane's door.  Her
cleavage parted as she leaned forward to get out.  I could easily see
her breasts and nipples until she stood upright and I smiled knowing
that today would be the first day of a VERY erotic week.  
  We walked through a wrought-iron gate and saw Lee at the bar, getting
up to move towards us.  He was smiling from ear to ear.  Other men were
smiling too, only those sitting alone.
  "Jane!" Lee hugged her.  "You dressed just as I asked!  Nice start!" 
He stood in front of her, looking her body up and down.  "Damn, you look
so much better in person!" he exclaimed.
  He led us to a table and I silently followed.  He placed me with my
back to the water and he and Jane sat with their backs to the rest of
the patrons.  I liked his planning, I thought.
  Lee smiled at me.  "You are one LUCKY son-of-a-bitch!" he claimed as
we shook hands.  "But I guess, we'd better deal with the rules up front
first, eh?"
  "The first rule is how to stop something." He began.  "If either of
you is unable to continue, it all ends.  I will not come between a
couple, especially one married as long as you."
  He continued.  "Either one of you can stop the 'game' with the phrase;
The Lee and Jane show is officially over.  OK?"
  Jane nodded as did I.
  "Jane," he continued, "I will attempt to respect your limits, but
considering you are being paid, there are not many limits.  I hope that
we find ourselves mutually and naturally compatible, but if you can't do
as I ask, I may terminate the game with the same line, OK?"
  Again, Jane nodded.
  "I figure to meet somewhere for lunch each day, then an after-lunch
play period at a hotel or condo, then you're done."  Lee paused to sip
his wine.  "I ordered you a beer each." He said as the waiter
approached.  Our beers were served in tall triangular glasses.  He
raised his glass and we silently toasted each other.  Jane must have
been nervous as she downed nearly a third of the beer in one gulp.
  "Any questions?" Lee asked.
  "My role?" I asked, wanting to assure that this was working out as we
discussed in chat.
  "Observer, assistant as I deem necessary." Lee replied.  "I too am a
voyeur and I might find occasion to have her do something to you.  We'll
see."
  "And everything that is to happen with her happens in my presence?" I
asked.
  "As agreed," Lee smiled, "yes."
  Jane seemed relieved at hearing that.
  "Shall we begin?" Lee asked.
  "Time is money." Jane chuckled.
  "Open your blouse during the lunch, now." Lee smiled at me.
  Jane hesitated but undid the remaining buttons and opened her blouse. 
I noticed the waiter approaching and wondered how this would go.
  The waiter stopped silently, staring at my wife's tits openly exposed
next to Lee and after an awkward moment asked to take our order.  We
ordered, all eyes on Jane who kept her eyes on the menu until the waiter
cleared his throat to take the menu in his outstretched hand.  They made
brief eye contact and Jane locked her eyes on mine.
  I recognized her nervousness, but am surprised at her openness so
far.  I'm glad neither is looking at my throbbing bulge in my pants.  
  While waiting for lunch, Lee and Jane make mostly small talk and there
is no contact, just two men (Lee and I) staring at her breasts open in
the sunlight, her back to all others.
  I notice that waiter's promptness and frequent visits, despite his
youth, and I'm touch when his own trousers reveal a bulge.  Lee notices
it too.  
  "Did you see his cock, Jane?" he asks my wife.
  "No." she replies.
  Lee signals for the waiter to return.
  "Look." Lee whispers.  
  Jane turns to her right and sees the tent in the waiter's pants.  Lee
meanwhile pulls the shirt wide open allowing the young man to see my
wife's entire chest.  He pauses, his tent now larger.  
  Jane looks up then back to Lee.  
  Lee nods and the waiter leaves.
  My balls are aching.
  "Are we ready to have desert?" Lee chuckles.
  Jane nods.  For the first time, Lee's hand touches her bare thigh. 
His hand moves upwards slowly and as if reading my mind, Jane's thighs
part.  Lee's finger slides down her slit and pushes inward.
  "You're not that wet." He notes.
  Jane is speechless.  I am in pain.
  Again, Lee nods to the waiter who returns now able to see Lee's finger
at my wife's pussy.
  "What do you think, Andr ?" Lee smiles.
  "She is the prettiest girl I've seen in weeks!" Andr  replies.
  "Is that all?" Lee prompts the waiter.
  "No sir," Andr  continues, "I've never seen a mature woman who turned
me on so much!  So natural, so erotic!"
 Jane blushed!  His words were getting to her despite his youth!  God, I
wanted to jack-off to this!  Here was my wife allowing a stranger to
slide his finger into her pussy and allowing another man to watch.
  "Thanks, Andr ." Lee said, and Andr  turned to leave, his towel hiding
his arousal.
  "Very nice work, hon'" Lee whispered to Jane, who sat almost
glassy-eyed as his finger explored her pussy.  "What do you think, Joe?"
  "Hot." Was all I could mutter.
  "That she is." Lee smiled.
  Andr  delivered our lunch, pausing to enjoy the view of my topless
wife; his pants still bulging.  We ate a normal lunch other than the
view, which was awesome!
  The weather was warm and humid and Jane appeared to become comfortable
with Andr  staring at her every time he passed by.
  "Joe," Lee asked, "if you were me, what would you do next?"
  I paused, unprepared for the question.  "I'd - uh, put some of the
food on her tit and ask Andr  to clean her up.  
  "Hmm." Lee smiled and nodded for Andr .
  As Andr  approached, Lee placed some lettuce shreds on Jane's inner
thigh, just millimeters from her pussy.  
  "Yessir?" Andr  responded as he approached.  Lee simply pointed at my
wife's pussy.
  "May I clean that ma'am?" Andr  asked Jane.
  She simply nodded.  
  Andr  took his bare hand and began removing the shreds from her thigh,
one at a time.  Lee and I had a great view as Andr  would take a shred,
lightly run it down the length of her thigh and back up, then place it
in his other napkin-covered hand.  Jane was getting goose-flesh.
  There were only like 5 or 6 shreds but as he went for the third one, I
watched his hand go to the bottom of her pussy hair and slide upwards
over her vagina then clit, then to the shred of lettuce and again tingle
her leg.  The goose-bumps were more pronounced.  Meanwhile, Lee began
massaging the back of her scalp.
  The next movement of Andr 's was his hand again going to her pussy,
this time his finger slid in easily.  "Mmmm, wet." Andr  noted aloud.
  "She is?" Lee asked.  "Let me see."
  Andr  moved his finger to her clit while Lee slid a finger up my
wife's pussy.  
  "Much better." Lee commented as his hand worked around in circles.
  Andr  removed the last shred of lettuce, running it up her abdomen and
around her breasts and Lee continued to finger her.  For the first time,
I was watching two men turn my wife on to the point of orgasm!
  Andr  lingered around her tits, discarding the lettuce and cupping
each tit in his hand and fondling her.  Jane sighed and thrust her hips
forward.
  "Very nice!" Lee chuckled, looking at me.  "She has achieved orgasm
#1."
  My cock was in pain as I watched Jane's face melt into a passionate
smile as Andr  left and Lee sat upright.  She had loved it!
  "Are we ready for dessert?" Lee asked, still lightly caressing the
back of my wife's scalp.
  "I'm full." Jane whispered.
  "That's not what I meant." Lee chuckled.
  "Oh, then I'm very ready." Jane smiled at him then me.
  "Take her to your van," Lee instructed me, "while I settle the bill. 
I'll join you two there for a spell.  It's all I have time for today."
  He then buttoned one low button and said we should go.  I got up and
headed towards the exit while Lee stopped her and kissed her
passionately.  At the exit of the patio I turned to wait and watched as
my wife got up, her skirt barely covering her pussy and her blouse
barely hiding her tits as she walked towards me then out with me to the
van.
  I opened the door to the van and quickly lowered the two back bench
seats into a long 'bed.'  "In you go." I offered my sexy wife.  "Better
get naked, except for the heels." I suggested.
  I stood next to the open door and watched Jane hurriedly slide her
clothes off and lay on her back.  "He didn't say you had to wait." She
smiled seductively at me.
  Without thinking I jumped into the van and pulled my zipper down and
with the sliding door still open slid my aching cock into her wet pussy.
  I kept a lookout as I instinctively slammed my throbbing cock in and
out of her.  The parking lot was empty and devoid of activity as I
continued to pound her soaking wet pussy.  I kept focused on the area
outside when I saw Lee strolling up towards the van, he hand on his
zipper.  I wanted to pull out, but Jane had her hands on my hips and was
pulling me into her like she had been without for months.
  Lee stopped at the door and smiled.  "Very nice.  Continue."
  He got in and pulled his cock out and crawled up the bench seat until
his cock was at Jane's lips.  She turned her head and began taking it
into her mouth as if starving for his cock. He took one hand and
caressed her tits as I continued to pound away, feeling my forewarning
tingle.  
  As I took in the sight of my wife sucking off Lee and his hand on her
bare tit, I lost control and began emptying my entire load of manhood
into her.  As I came, she clamped her pussy muscles down and moaned. 
Lee gasped and as I thought he was about to explode in her mouth, she
took him out and he sprayed her tits with his jism.
  Both of us groaned as Jane moaned softly, my cock's twitching fading
and Lee's cock empty.  Jane took his cock back into her mouth and kept
her pussy clamped on my cock.  The pressure and sight of her actions
aroused me mentally to the point that I remained semi-flaccid instead of
completely flaccid.
  Lee moaned as Jane milked his cock with her mouth, his hands exploring
both breasts, one at a time.  I looked around, relived to see we were
still alone.
  As I caught my breath, Lee pulled out of her mouth and leaned over to
kiss her while massing his jism into her chest.  I watched their tongues
dart back and forth and my cock responded by growing.  Jane knew I loved
to watch her kiss men because she so seldom did and I began to move in
and out of her again.
  "Harder." She gasped between kisses.
  The view of her entire chest exposed and glistening in the sunlight as
she kissed Lee passionately gave me the urge to orgasm again, a smaller,
but equally pleasurable load.  
  I quickly reached under the seat and grabbed a towel and slipped it
under her dripping pussy as Lee finally came up for air.  "You've done
well, for a beginner." He smiled at Jane, still caressing and massaging
her tits as he spoke.
  Lee reached into his pocket after tucking his penis away and handed my
wife three one hundred-dollar bills.  "You earned this."
  Jane smiled as she realized the $ 50 tip.  "I loved it." She
whispered.
  "It gets progressively difficult." He warned, "but the tips will be
worth it."
  "I'll try my best." My naked wife murmured.
  Lee backed out of the van and admired her nudity.  "I have a tight
schedule today." He informed me, "and I'll let you two off early on one
condition."
  "What?" I asked. 
  "Jane is to remain nude until Joe says otherwise." Lee replied.
  Jane nodded.
  "If Joe tells me you remained nude until tomorrow's session, I'll toss
in an extra hundred dollars."  Lee told Jane as he leaned into the van
to caress her pussy.  "How's that?"
  "Easy." Jane replied.
  "And you go where-ever he goes.  Do whatever he wants.   Tomorrow,
I'll have him recount the events of your afternoon and evening."  Lee
smiled.  "Not so easy is it?"
  "Compared to work I used to do," Jane sat up on one elbow watching Lee
stroke her pussy, "it's very easy."
  "We'll see." Lee chuckled.  "See you tomorrow, here; noon."
  "OK." Jane smiled.
  I nodded as Lee took one last finger dip into my wife's drenched pussy
and tasted it.  He smiled, turned and walked away.
  "Home James." My wife smiled at me, still nude and looking well
fucked.
  I closed the door and got into the van, fired up the AC and drove
home.  I couldn't wait for the rest of the evening to unfold!

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