Housewife's Choice Revisited Ch. 01
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It had to be a special person, a certain type, like the three boys they had met on holiday last year. The memories made Jean damp between the legs while George felt his cock stiffen when she asked if he recalled the hostelry where they had all met.
Disappointed they left the pub and found a sedate wine bar that offered a more relaxed and quiet atmosphere. George, having driven into town was happy to sip on his non alcoholic beverage while Jean sipped a cocktail.
The Asian man at the corner of the bar attracted Jeans attention.
"I'm just going to the ladies room," she told her husband.
It was not accidental that when she passed the man that she bumped into him and caused him to spill his drink.
"Oh I'm sorry!" she said apologetically, using her handkerchief that she had ready at hand to wipe him down.
The usual niceties where uttered and the man assured her she should not worry about the minor calamity. She watched his facial expression as she let the hand that was wiping him down drift to brush over his crotch. She read his reaction as one of surprise but pleasing. Feeling comfortable she chatted for a moment before going on her way to the ladies room.
"I wonder," she asked the man on her way back, "If you are drinking alone would you like to join my husband and myself at our table?"
The Asian man seemed confused at this unexpected turn of events but Jean pressured him to follow her after buying him another drink.
"This is Sanjeev," she said introducing him to George having learnt his name on the way over to the table.
Sitting next to him she took the opportunity to fiddle with her buttons drawing his gaze to her breasts and a couple of times squeezed his thigh when they all laughed at some witty remark.
With the pleasantries exchanged all were soon comfortable in each others company and chatted away merrily. He was 29yrs old single and from India and though he told them he was a Hindu said he wasn't very devout. Twice he explained that he wasn't used to being in the company of English ladies and begged understanding that a certain forwardness and directness still surprised him. George laughed and told him it was fine while Jean looked at him in a provocative way reading the sexual implications that it suggested.
"It's OK for you to admire the female form here with us Sanjeev."
The boy was even more confused by the woman's comment and Jean herself didn't even know what she was trying to convey. But even so she saw how his eyes darted from her cleavage to her midriff but she knew his view was obstructed by the table. They learned too that having to work long hours with his business meant that it was very rare to enjoy the company of any female at all. Girls from his own background would never be able just rush out to meet him in a bar when he did manage to snatch a little time off.
Sanjeev ran a small restaurant with two uncles and after a few more glasses of wine invited the couple for a meal. It wasn't very salubrious, he told them but soon they hoped to be able to expand their business.
"My uncle's will be pleased to meet my new friends," he told them, "Though their English isn't very good. In fact, my elder uncle hardly speaks any at all."
As the evening came to an end Jean was convinced he had become more than a little aroused by her touching and display of flesh. She wished she had worn something more revealing and cursed the winter weather.
"Let us give you a lift home!" George suggested much to Jean's joy.
Maybe there would be a chance to find out just how interested the Asian man was in her. How easy it would have been if she was alone and not with her husband. That wasn't the way they played the game though.
Jean noted Sanjeev's surprise when she slid into the rear of the vehicle next to him rather than sit up front with her husband. The car lot was sufficiently empty and dark to afford an amount of privacy. Jean leant over toward her young friend and kissed him on the cheek stunning him into silence.
"Thank you for spending time with us Sanjeev," she said.
George pretended to fiddle and fumble about instead of starting the engine and peeped through the mirror. The man was open mouthed and shocked looking to see if the woman's husband had seen what his wife had just done.
"The drink has made me feel very sexy, Sanjeev. How about a real goodnight kiss before we take you home?"
"I don't understand!" he blurted out in a voice that was almost panic ridden.
"You don't need to understand," said Jean softly. "Just that there are people like us that like to have fun with other people – sexual fun. Don't worry about George being here, this is what we like to do. You said you have no girlfriend, so if you would like to have a little sexual pleasure with me then that's fine with us. I've seen the way you have been looking at my breasts all night – do you want to see more – touch them?"
Jean knew that now their new friend would either jump out of the car and run away expressing his disgust as he went or if as she suspected he was short of sexual partners would give in to temptation and remain to take part. She knew that George's presence was the deciding factor as it scared him and such a thing was, in his culture probably undreamt of.
"George likes to watch me – with another man," she whispered to him very quietly.
Her hand gently caressed the front of his trousers and she thrilled to find he was hard.
"You enjoyed looking at my tits – you can unfasten my blouse and play with them if you want!" she whispered temptingly.
Jean had to start the process for him and popped open a few buttons before taking his hand and placing it on her left breast.
"Go on Sanjeev, its OK!" she assured him softly kissing his neck.
Of course he did and his shaking hands hesitantly undid more buttons before he cupped his hand around her breast then groaned at the feel of the soft cloth of the bra. Jean carefully unzipped him and took his cock from his pants disappointed it was not lighter so she could examine the big brown penis properly.
She waited while he relaxed and was starting to become lost in his sexual lust before she gently broke away from him and slipped her blouse from her shoulders.
"Have you ever seen a white woman's bare tits before?" she asked in the same soft seductive tone.
The white's of his eyes widened as he made a small noise shaking his head. Jean reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. He moaned as her tits came into view and Jean took his head and gently drew him to her nipples inviting him to suck them.
As his wife enjoyed the mouth of the Asian man on her tits and simultaneously masturbated him George sat happily playing with his cock watching avidly. His wife glanced over at him smiling, happy that their holiday weekend was turning out to be very exciting and enjoyable.
Suddenly Jean knew Sanjeev was near to climax. It would be over soon and she wanted to make sure he had a special treat, only because it would make him want to repeat the event. Without saying anything Jean lowered her head to his cock and took him in her mouth. With long slow strokes she pulled on his foreskin then suddenly increased her efforts. Rapidly she worked her hand up and down keeping her mouth firmly around his cock. To him it was an unbelievable dream and as he felt his sperm about to explode warned her. It was to his further surprise that she kept his cock inside her orifice and drank every drop of fluid from him. And as all this happened her husband was happy just to watch and play with his dick!
The short journey was silent as having had his sexual appetite satisfied the man had begun to feel embarrassed. Conversation with George was impossible and as both knew how he must be feeling they didn't pressure him. They were in a strange town and this was a man they would never ever see again so they cared not if he began to resent them. As he climbed from the car not knowing what to say Jean asked the question that would decide whether they met again.
"Suppose the offer of the meal doesn't apply any more?" she asked.
Sanjeev hesitated then searched awkwardly for the right words.
"Come tomorrow or the night after if you want. Better if you come late evening then when we close you can meet my uncles. They will expect me to introduce any friends I give a meal to – especially white ones. Yes, please come."
"If you're sure it's OK?" Jean said. "Should I dress formally?" she inquired trying to show respect for their different cultures.
Sanjeev ran his eyes up and down her body, "They will enjoy the way you dress."
There was a meaning in his comment that was emphasised by the way he said it and the facial expression. Jean smiled and both bid him goodnight watching him disappear into the darkness. By tomorrow he might change his mind about wanting their company again but they would see what happened. Suddenly his form came back into view and he hurriedly signalled for them to wind down the window.
"Thank you!" he shouted before once more rushing away into the shadows.
Back at the hotel the couple retired to the lounge bar to have a last drink before going up to their room. The episode had left them with a certain longing and desire that needed satisfying. As usual they didn't speak about their adventures but just sat making small talk. Finishing their nightcap they walked through to the desk to obtain their key.
"Did you have a nice evening?" a voice asked them.
Looking around they saw the young waiter shuffling his feet and seeming unsettled.
"Very good thank you!" answered Jean, "And you? Has it been your night off tonight?"
He nodded then said, "I wondered if you would be in the bar tonight – so I could buy you both a drink."
"Cheryl!" I called out to her. "Please take care of him."
She looked my way and nodded and then approached Luis. She whispered something into his ear but he just shook his head and started to walk off the platform.
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