"Let's go out this afternoon, I feel naughty." That was how it started. My husband was cooking breakfast, it was 11 o'clock on a red hot Sunday morning. I think the weather was making me feel mischievous and very horny.
We ate our bacon and eggs and got ready. I decided on a low cut see-through pink blouse with a red bra underneath it. My short denim skirt just about covered my ass which had a red thong between its cheeks. My pink wedge heels completed the look. I wore pink eyeshadow and lipstick of the same colour. When I walked downstairs my guy was standing there with a smile on his face. He put his hand up my skirt, slipped his middle finger into my ass and grinned. "You look good enough to eat," he said.
We discussed which pub we fancied going in as we walked into the village. I wanted to go to 'The Lion' as there was a football match on TV and it was sure to be busy. Or should I say 'sure to be full of men'. I told my guy that my pussy needed some attention and he smiled. He could tell that I was feeling devilish.
The pub was only a short walk from where we live. My guy went to the bar and ordered a large glass of wine and a beer. I looked around for a seat. The ratio of men to women was as I'd hoped for, around 10 to 1. I spotted a small bench with two seats close to the pool table and walked over to it. I knew my legs were attracting attention and was pleased that I'd decided to wear one of my shortest skirts.
My man put the drinks on the table as he sat down beside me. My attention was focused on the pool table where two good looking guys were having a game. Both sounded as if they were French. I took a pound from my purse and placed it on the pool table to indicate that I was playing next. I smiled at one of the guys and said "Can we play doubles next? Would you both like to play with me?"