Mrs Robinson walked into the restaurant, she was pleasantly surprised. Her husband had chosen well. She was also pleased to see her full bosom and slight figure caught more than one glance and an admiring look from the maitre'd. "Madam, please follow me, your table awaits" as he led her amidst the heavy silk curtains and candlelit tables to a private booth with swish leather seats. The dark lighting, paneling and heavy draperies lovely gave it an air of sophistication and indulgence that a kind of sexiness permeated the room. The restaurant served several other couples and three rather handsome men stood at the bar, her entry not going unnoticed by them

She was annoyed Graham was running late with work again, but was pleased she had taken his suggestion to carry on and enjoy a glass of champagne. She felt very sexy in her figure hugging dress and heels, with her dark hair up and glasses on. She'd worn her favourite basque, stockings and suspenders underneath, per his request for her 40th birthday. She had been a little down about turning 40 and for some years now had grown a little insecure of losing her looks as she got older. She knew she was beautiful when she was younger, but now she was not so sure.

He was sweet, always trying to assure her that she now had a class younger girls could never possess. That she could wear sexy business suits, stockings and heels like only an older elegant woman could. Always telling her how many men he caught admiring her. In fact he'd grown very animated in that respect in the past couple of years, particularly in the bedroom. She always endeavoured to be a lady in public, but had to admit she had entertained his advances weekly in the bedroom. He had always seemed content with their weekly missionary indulgence. But slowly his 'pillow talk' had taken on a theme. At first telling her how many men wanted her to allay her insecurities, his talk had become more vivid in the bedroom. Initially tentatively, talking about another man with her. She had feigned disgust, but really was enthralled and he had sensed it. It was a red flag to a Bull. He had become more and more descriptive against her false protests and she had to admit his words turned her on. She felt liberated, compared to the many neat and tidy aspects of her upper middle-class existence, the charity luncheons, the dinners for their work, etc. The first time they had sex with the talk, they even digressed from missionary and he had made love to her from behind, which she thought she would have found dirty, but the orgasm she had enjoyed surprised her, heightened by his talk and her imagination as he described the postman finding her in her stockings and heels and taking her over the kitchen table. She had felt quite guilty about the extent of their subsequent conversations and some of the dirty things they had done…though she had felt dignified at drawing the line at his obsession with her anus. She was still a lady after all….

Her mind snapped back as the waiter brought her drink and looked up to find the three handsome guys at the bar raising their glasses to her. She was normally bashful around men and looked away quickly blushing. But then she thought about it. Damn it. Her husband was right, she was sexy. She had had surgery last year to take her breasts to a D and her body was trim from yoga. She sucked her almost non-existent tummy in, rested a hand elegantly on her stockinged knee and let a smile escape her beautiful face raising a glass to the guys. Why not? It was her birthday. She did not let her look linger too long, but long enough to see the three of them were all very handsome, broad chested guys, well dressed with muscle suggested beneath nonetheless. She felt naughty and a little embarrassed but at the same time liberated again.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sudden introduction of the waiter. "Madam? Your husband asked us to pass on this, once you were comfortable". Cynthia took an envelope, recognizing her husbands writing. Opening it with surprise she found a folded note, perplexed she opened it.

"Darling Cynthia,

I wanted to give you a birthday you would never forget. And let you realize on your 40th birthday just how beautiful a woman you are. In fact I want you to know you are only now truly flowering and discovering your true beauty and appeal to men.

There are three men at the bar who you have hopefully admired…..They are for you Cynthia. All of them! Per our talks Cynthia!! All three of them for you my darling!!!

I want you to have them and them to have you. I want them to take you as we have spoken of. I love you my darling. But I want to think of my darling elegant wife, a lady of repute and respectability, on all fours in her stockings, suspenders and heels being fulfilled. I want to think of you with one hard cock in your mouth, another in your wet pussy…….and a third Cynthia…..yes the third, in your gorgeous tight arse. Fucking you hard. Your groans of pleasure in orgasm as they pound you. Your face and mouth full of them as they spill their yearning for you…..my darling.

The bridal suite awaits for you in the hotel above my darling.

Your Darling Husband, Graham.

Time stood still. Cynthia was astounded. Shocked. Slowly the reality dawned on her. This was real. He was not joking. This was real. She felt her chest beating at a hundred miles an hour. She felt she was going to explode. A warmth flushed her ample chest. Spreading through her body. Her mind raced at his words as she read them again, her toes tingled as the flush swept to her feet and back…..her mind vivid at his words….seeing herself….her hair up, with her glasses, back arched, pushing her pert arse back onto a big muscled cock as she rode another in her suspenders and stockings, furiously wanking a big cock into her moth, running her tongue around a strangers swollen balls….the flush now returning up her legs to her womanhood….a warmth spreading, an urge, a yearning, a flush as she felt like she was almost urinating. She almost fainted at the pleasure as she felt a gush of liquid ejaculate from herself. She was aghast and forgot herself putting her hand down, pulling up her dress, her silk knickers were sodden, the gusset practically gone, swallowed by her swollen labia, which she almost fainted at touching, such was the sensitivity as she had never felt…..

"Can we help you with that" she heard, as if in a dream. Coming back to reality Cynthia looked down to find her long stockinged legs and suspenders exposed, her dress up and her fingers on her exposed labia wrapped around the gusset of her panties. She looked up to find herself in a fortunately dark restaurant, with three handsome strange men struggling to sit down at her table, each one of them sporting a bulge that trousers could do little to hide….her eyes could not help drawn to them. She felt a hundred feelings at the same time, yearning, fear, lust, terror as she came back to reality and looked into the adoring and lustful eyes of three handsome men….her mouth open in shock, all her lady like sensibilities gone. "Did you spill some of your drink…?" she heard before laughter as she felt a hand run up her suspenders and the wet flesh of her thighs, a bolt of lightening passing through her as fingers rubbed her swollen labia, pulling back her gusset and teasing her engorged clitoris. It was as if she was not there. She could only hear herself groan. She was not in control.

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