Talking Incestuous talk

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I was desperate to find out how Lizzie was after our session in the pub with Bev the chav and my disclosing what I was up to with John, but last week had been so hectic at work that, other than a quick text, we’d not communicated.

This week was proving to be a lot quieter, so I texted her to see if we could fix up a meet. Lizzie was in town Friday afternoon, so we ended up arranging to meet after work for a quiet/quick drink. Yeah, that wasn’t going to happen, was it?

We got our drinks, settled down, and I came straight to the point.

“So, are you okay with what I told you last time?”

“What? That you’ve been shagging my son behind my back for months and not told me? Why wouldn’t I be?”

Lizzie has a way of saying things that can make it difficult to assess her underlying mood. That latest statement was one such instance. She could have been livid or winding me up.

I assumed the latter. She was here drinking with me after all. So I tested my assumption.

“So you’re cool with us having a sexy evening with him and Debbie?”

“Ah. Yes and no.” She’d gone serious. “I’ve talked it over with Chris. It’s a horny idea for sure, but I’ve got to admit I feel weird thinking of doing it in front of him or watching him do it. I’m thinking there’s a high chance of me freaking out!”

“Would you rather do something without a crowd, then? Just the three of you?”

“I think that might be even worse. Too artificial.”

“What about if John came round to mine and you and Chris came along later?”

“You mean sort of gate crash?”

“I suppose so. Just tossing ideas around. Or how about me coming to you, us fooling around as the Americans say, and calling John down?”

“I’m trying to visualise it. They all seem contrived.”

It dawned on me what she was actually saying.

“You don’t want to do it, do you?”

“No, no, it’s not that. I’ve had a couple of great fucks with Chris, imagining John sitting in the corner, watching. And I picture him wanking. It’s just, oh I don’t know. Too perverted to be real, I guess.”

“Like this?” I decided she needed some stimulus and leant across and put my hand to her crotch.

“No. Compared to what you’re suggesting, being felt up by another woman in a busy pub is quite mainstream.” I looked around. No one had noticed or if they had, they’d ignored us.

“Okay, so what’s the verdict? We park the idea?”

“I guess so. Although I think if something naturally developed, I’d let it run.”

Was she hinting? I felt she was. I wouldn’t press it anymore, so moved on. “How about the spanking? Fancy doing it again?”

“That was interesting. Given what happened with Bev, by the time I got home and told Chris about you and John, which he already knew, of course, and about our encounter with Bev, I’d forgotten about the spanking. It was only when we started playing around in bed and Chris grabbed my bum I remembered.”

“And?”

“It hurt! Oh, you mean my thoughts? Nothing really. It came in a distant third after hearing my son was my best friend’s toy boy and shagging an eighteen year old unknown girl in the women’s toilets. I don’t think it’s high on my must-do list. I’ll try it again, for sure, but perhaps when there aren’t so many distractions.”

It was at that moment a plan to get John involved coalesced in my head. But it wasn’t for now. Something else to park and come back to.

Having cleared the two items on the agenda, we moved on to any other business. (You can tell I’ve had a torrid couple of weeks in the office, can’t you? I can’t get business speak out of my brain!)

“So what do you fancy doing?” I asked.

“You, mainly,” Lizzie responded with a mischievous grin. “I have a serious ache to be very naughty.”

“Here?” I asked.

“Why not? It’ll be interesting to see if we get thrown out.”

I should say that compared to our last foray, we were definitely upmarket. More a wine bar, or whatever the current fad is for naming a place where you can buy alcohol but at over-inflated prices, than a spit and sawdust pub like last week.

The clientele was almost exclusively businessmen, winding down after a gruelling week. I had surveyed the crowd to ensure I didn’t recognise anyone, as usually, I steer clear of places I think might attract any of my clients or our own staff, but on this occasion, it had been the most convenient meeting place.

Anyway, I hadn’t spotted any familiar faces so putting on a floor show could be fun.

Being the modern establishment it was there were no tables and chairs, simply sofas and low coffee tables. Anything we did would be very obvious. A fact that heightened my anticipation considerably. I assume Lizzie was of the same mind as she’d suggested it.

Sitting next to each other on a sofa made things easy. I turned to my friend, held her face in my hands and kissed her full on the lips. She returned the kiss. No hesitation. Our location was irrelevant.

We became lost in each other. Our hands wandering. Our skirts somehow crawled up our legs.

The earlier sexy talk bordering on the depraved had heightened both our libidos. There was a serious chance we’d have ended up fucking on that sofa. No matter what Lizzie was saying about her reservations regarding John, deep down, the thought was turning her on to the maximum.

I’m not sure what we were doing when it happened. I think Lizzie’s hand was ferreting into my knickers and one of mine was pinching her nipple, but suddenly there was a man standing in front of us. He was in his sixties, suited and groomed. He coughed, and that brought us out of our own world. “Yes?” I asked somewhat testily. “Sorry to interrupt, but don’t I know you?”

Part 2 to follow shortly

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