My wife and I like to keep things interesting. I have always been a fan of outdoor play and she was very hesitant for fear of getting caught. This particular afternoon I was exceptionally horny.
We were having lunch on a patio downtown and midway through I asked her if she was wearing panties under her little summer skirt.
"Wouldn't you like to know!" she replied.
I told her straight-faced that was why I was asking and she looked at me puzzled.
"Ok. Yes I am wearing panties. White flowers on a pink cotton thong," she said.
"Very nice," I told her. "Take them off," I added.
She smiled playfully and got up from the table.
"No," I stopped her. "Not in the ladies room. Right here," I instructed.
She gasped. Feeling both vulnerable and I assumed also aroused, she sat back down. "I can't!" she said.
"Sure you can. Nobody is watching. I'll keep a lookout behind you and you look over my shoulder," I said.
She looked around nervously and adjusted in her seat. As she adjusted she flipped her skirt back so her thonged ass was against the seat. She dropped her hands to her sides and looked at me, asking if it was safe. I nodded.
I watched as her hands moved behind her and I pictured her thumbs hooking into the cotton waistband. She lifted her ass off the chair and peeled them down past her hips. She stopped there.
"You stopped?" I asked.
"You don't make all the rules," she said smiling.
"Mmmmm," I said, now picturing her panties stretched across her thighs, barely hiding her pussy behind them.
"You love this don't you?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
I slipped my hand inside my shorts and adjusted my growing cock while she watched.
She fanned herself with her napkin then put it down and moved her hands below the table. She pushed her panties down to her knees with her right hand. I casually looked under the table to see them fall to her ankles. She quickly picked them off the floor and tossed them across the table to me. I slowly folded them neatly and put them in the pocket if my cargo shorts.
"I'm wet now," she stated just as the waitress came over.
The waitress cleared our dishes and took orders for coffee and tea. My wife tucked her skirt under her casually.
"Touch yourself," I said.
"I already am," she replied with her hands under the table.
I moved my chair a little and she opened her legs. I watched as her fingers with red nails gently stroked the tiny tuft of manicured hair above her pink lips. My cock growing harder in my shorts now and I could feel the dampness in my cotton briefs.
I continued to look around to be sure we were safe as did she. She leaned towards me and quietly stated she wanted to finger herself she was so aroused.
"What's stopping you?" I asked.
She thought about it for a second and I could see her get more aroused just thinking about doing it. She rested her left elbow on the table and put her chin in her hand to appear oh so casual. She slipped her right hand below the table and separated her wet lips. She rubbed up and down the length of her pussy, pressing slightly each time her fingers passed the opening.
I watched intently, fighting the urge to take my cock out and slide my hand up and down the now very hard and very wet shaft.
Her fear was overtaken by shear arousal, and she slipped her middle finger into her wet fold. Gently, holding the palm of her hand against the little patch of hair, she methodically slid her finger in and out. She quickly became very good at being discrete. A young couple walked by our table and she literally didn't miss a stroke.
The waitress brought our coffee and tea and disappeared. My wife never took her finger out if her pussy. I fixed my coffee while she continued to masturbate. When I put down my spoon I reached under the table and touched her thigh. She let a whispery moan escape her lips. Her finger was moving faster. I lightly scraped my nails on her thigh and she managed to stifle a gasp, but started to cum regardless.
She looked me in the eye and smiled as she felt the first wave coming. It took all of her control not to cry out or throw her head back. As she got preoccupied with her orgasm, I took out my iPhone and discreetly snapped a few pictures under the table. I watched her rock back and forth on her hand, extending the orgasm for a few seconds longer.
When she finished, I reminded her that I had her panties in my pocket and I'd give them back when we got home.
I paid the bill and we got up from the table. She walked ahead of me as we left the patio and I envisioned her bare ass under her skirt as she walked. My cock was thick and heavy in my shorts and I was in need of some serious relief.
As we approached the car in the mall underground parking garage I asked her if she wanted her panties back. She held out her hand and I just looked at her cocking one eyebrow.
"You have to earn them," I said. "Fuck me in the car," I added.
She walked around the the back of the car, looked around cautiously, lifted her skirt and leaned on the trunk of the car. "Fuck me right here," she said.
"This won't take long," I informed her.
She reached around and separated the cheeks of her ass and spread her feet apart, given me a wonderful view of her ass and pussy. I undid my shorts and took my cock in my hand.
I rubbed the head on her tail bone and slid it down against her anus, rubbing gobs of wetness over it. Teasingly I pressed the head against the opening. She gasped and moaned slightly.
We heard some voices off in the corner of the garage but neither of us seemed to care at this point.
I held my cock firmly in my thumb and finger and slid it lower to find her wet and warm pussy. I pushed the head in and rocked back and forth slightly. She moaned as she felt the pressure. I slid the length of my cock into her from behind and slowly fucked her, gently holding her hips.
"I'm gonna cum again," she gasped.
"Me too," I replied.
"Oh my God!" she cried out, trying to muffle it, gripping the sides of the car.
I felt her pussy tighten and grow hotter and wetter as she started to cum and I was mere seconds behind her. My shorts were sliding down my legs but provided no distraction as I felt my cock pulsing deep into her. Five, six, seven bursts of hot semen poured out of me and into the depth of her.. I gripped her bare hips tightly and held her firmly against me until our orgasm slowed to nothing.
Twenty seconds later we were getting dressed and climbing in the car, headed for home.
