Below is a *TRUE* REAL LIFE event which took place just in north London just before Christmas, 1994.

The Antique Shop
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Interestingly enough, I carefully planned a "situation" on a Friday night
so that we were passing an antique dealer's shop whom we know and he was still
in. (I had shown him some photos of Cath earlier in the day and suggested that
he stay open late that night....) 

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Cath and I both knew the man already. 

What Cath didn't know however was that I had placed an ad for someone 
interested in a an "interesting encounter" with a couple and that he had
answered the ad! What was incredible was that his shop was so close to our home. We 
had often walked by it and indeed had often gone in and bought stuff. So he already
knew me and my wife as normal customers. This in itself added a delightful spice to 
what followed.

He ran the local antique shop. You know the type. refurbished old stuff which 
has a feel and air of 'solidity' about it. 

Fashionably simple yet robust furniture. We had already bought a table and a 
bookcase and a bench from him.

It was wierd as heck when I took his call for the first time. We very quickly 
realised who each other were and both found it very amusing. He said to me that 
he was surprised that my very conservatively dressed wife should be such a woman
as to be the kind of girl to 'open up' and let a guy have a long, lingering feel.

We agreed to meet up and concoct a plan if mutually agreeable. 
I had a beer with him and shown him some of her photos. 
I made it clear that I would very much enjoy seeing him have a feel of
her pussy and tits and that I could get her to turn up at his place late some evening
wearing something sexy. He was knocked out by her photos and very interested
indeed in becoming more familar with her. We agreed a plan -- we were both to
try and see just how far we could encourage my wife to go. 

Before our carefully planned meeting took place, I would fantasize verbally while
playing with my wife's clit and warming her up ... asking her what she would 
do if that chap who ran the shop around the corner touched her up in some 
manner, some day. She surprised me by playing along with my story line and
said she would let him and wiggle her arse for him if he tried to put his hands
up her skirt while she was going upstairs in front of him.

I phoned up David Pryce again and let him know what she had said. He was 
obviously aroused by this and said he couldn't wait for the appointed hour to 
arrive.

As it happens on the evening it happened, I had asked my wife to dress in a skirt
and stockings so that she could meet and flash her knickers at a guy I had 
arranged for her to meet in a pub around the corner. She arrived later at the pub,
wearing a pleated black knee length skirt and black hold me ups with black lacey and
transparent knickers. She didn't like the look of the guy but did agree to give him
an eyeful by placing one foot up on the bench of where she was sitting, facing him.
This made her skirt drift open so that he could get a good look at her crotch. He
said how much he loved it. She said, please don't make your ogling too obvious.
We left shortly afterwards. He seemed disappointed, but I did tell him before 
we met that this would be a short meeting as we had an appointment to meet.

It was about 8 pm at night when my wife and I passed the antique dealer's shop 
on the way back from the pub. 

I feigned surprise that he was still open and as casually as possible suggested that we
should pop in to say hello to our friend and see what his latest stuff was (since we 
did occasionally buy furniture from him). Cath to my surprise agreed readily.

David was sitting in a chair, drinking a glass of wine in front of a large wood
fire at the back of the shop when we called in. He chatted to us, offered us a
drink and we talked casually for about 15 - 20 minutes. Eventually he took us 
downstairs to look at some other examples of his restoration work, locking the 
door upstairs before we decended into his workshop. 

I had not given the slightest indication to my wife that anything unusual was
going on, and he started showing us around his various pieces under refurbishment.
His work was interesting. My wife, Cath, also found it as interesting as I did.
Seeing we were both genuinely interested, he went into all the various restoration 
techniques which he was applying to each work.

I did however really and seriously have to make a phone call. I had been offered
tickets to the very last gig of Level 42. But I was drawn so strongly to seeing what 
might happen in a late night meeting at the antique shop ... I hand to ring a 
friend and say thanks but no thanks.

I asked David if I could use his office phoneto make a short call to a friend, 
saying that we were too busy to meet up. David just said sure help yourself, Dave
It's upstairs in the small office. 

Leaving them alone togther, I went upstairs to make the phone call. 

When left alone together, David started complimenting her on how nice Cath
looked and how sexy he had always considered her. 

David moved closer and started touching Cath on some pretext or another.
First on her shoulders and then later on her arms more ... while he continued to 
showed her his furniture. His approach was very good. He knew how to make
a woman laugh and relax. They laughed together. 
Cath felt relaxed in his company and not at all offended by the touching. 

Cath asked if he had a loo. As it happened he had a loo down there in the basement.
I was very surprised about this when she told me later. David showed her where
the toilet was .. but .. just before she went in, he stopped her by gently grasping
her waist and whispering in her ear his request ... can you please leave the door
open so that I can peek? And she did! This too really surprised me most delightfully.

I was still on the telephone. 

Cath and David came up the stairs with Cath obviously in front of him.

I heard her laughing and couldn't tell why but was later told it was because he 
had been putting his hand right up between her stockinged legs from 
behind and underneath her skirt so that he had a really good handful of 
the gusset of her knickers covering her pussy, stroking the warmth of her
vagina as she tripped and skipped up the stairs. 

This may well have surprised her a little but she said nothing to me about it at 
the time. Not a word.

I had suggested to him that he could do this and she would probably not say 
anything about it or make any kind of fuss and bother of any sort. 

Cath sat down in a chair, lying back in the seat. David sat next to her and 
very gradually stroked her leg and eased her skirt up gently to reveal that 
she was wearing stockings. He said how much he liked stockings. She was telling 
him to stop but making *no effort* to make him stop. He kept talking and joking 
about various things and stroking the inside of her naked thigh above 
her stockings for awhile. Very casually. She stopped telling him to stop. I
could see everything clearly through the curtain of his office where I was
still trying to make my call. I wondered whether or not she wasn't now coming
to be a little turned on by his very gentle caressing of her upper inner 
thigh area.
 
It was incredibly stimulating to see my wife being gently seduced in this 
manner and to see his fingers swirling around the softness of her inside
thigh area above her stocking tops, occasionally diving a little deeper, out
of sight under skirt.

There was so much furniture on display in the window that nobody could see
in to where they were sitting. At his point he rose from the chair and
checked the locks of the shop door so that noone else could now join
us in front of his fire. He then returned to his chair and sat next to her.
He resumed where he had left off. 

I saw David then ease her skirt up a little higher so that her lacy knickers 
with her pussyhairs poking out around the edges were clearly visible. He
then slipped his hand inside her knickers to play with her pussyhairs. She 
said "don't do that" but didn't look at all nervous or distressed and made 
no attempt to either move or stop him. He was now feeling her pussyhairs 
and her slit with his fingers. This was needless to say affecting me hugely.  

He then knelt before her and eased her legs open, stroking softly all the
way up and down the white softness of her inner thighs and across her mound.
He was obviously very turned on as he tried to persuade her raise her arse so 
that he could ease off her knickers but she said no. He kept stroking her
thighs while talking and joking. Then he said how turned on he got when his
nipples were played with. Cath was amused by this so he undid the buttons of
his shirt and invited her to play with his nipples. 

I was really turned on to see her take the bait ... she squeezed and rolled his 
nipples with her fingers while he continued to feel her legs and naked upper thigh 
area, occasionally brushing his fingers across the gusset of her knickers as she 
still had her legs wide open with him kneeling in between them. 

This was all HEAVILY EROTIC to watch from where I was -- still inside his office.

He continued to murmur things to her and was getting a little desperate about
getting her knickers off her. He also became increasingly aroused as she
tweaked and squeezed his nipples. He gave up trying to get her to remove her
knickers and instead sucked one finger before slipping it deep inside
her wet pussy cunt after pulling her knickers to one side. He then 
pulled it out of her pussy and sucked it, saying how nice it tasted and 
reinserted his finger again for some more.  

Must admit that kind of surprised Cath ... and me too! She was telling him to
stop but doing it in a slightly peculiar manner which made me wonder
whether she really meant it. What truly surprised me here, knowing my wife
as I thought I did, was to see suddenly how very relaxed and limp and
accommodating she could become in the right circumstances. Wood fire,
glass of wine, fine music in the candlight stuff.

I finally came out of his office at this point and joined them, standing by the 
fire as he then sat next to her with his hand again in between her thighs stroking 
her stocking tops. 

I must admit to being a little curious as to what Cath would think of my reaction 
-- even though she knows how turned on I get by seeing her being touched up, 
this was not supposed to be a prearranged event but a sudden 'spontaneous' 
event! 

She did not appear worried  at all, indeed she was mildly amused by
all of this! (What a woman!) He leant across and started to fondle her
tit through her blouse openly in front of me, talking the whole time about a
variety of things, including how surprised he was to find that she was open
to this kind of thing ....

David began idly undoing the buttons of Cath's blouse until it was fully open.
He reached across again and began squeezing her tits through her bra. 
Then he knelt before her, reached around and unfastened her bra. 
He then pulled each of her tits out of her bra so that he could suckle 
gently and at leisure on each of her nipples which soon hardened up with 
this attention. And she is a very full breasted 'D' cup woman so there's 
plenty to 'handle' at the same time as stimulating her nipples with his 
mouth.

I eventually managed to persuade her to remove her blouse and
bra entirely so that her large tits were swinging freely. This was hugely
appreciated by both me and David, the owner of the shop. 

Knowing how she had resisted David's attempts to get her knickers off,
I decided to have a go while Cath was standing before the fire. 
I suddenly reached up underneath her skirt and removed her knickers 
so that her pussy was more freely available. 

David immediately moved closer to her and ran his hands up and across 
her legs and now naked pussy. Cath shivered in physical abandon at the
feel of another man's hand running up and down her body near naked
body. No blouse, no bra and no knickers by this time. Just her pleated 
skirt.

Cath sat down again as she thought it would be safer. It would slow down
David's approach to her sensitised pussy. David came closer to her again.
Settling in with his hands on her knees, while he sat on his knees and stroked
her thighs some more while making jokes and making her laugh some more.

Cath relaxed again ...

David eventually ended up kneeling between her legs again, stroking her bare 
pussyhairs with his hands and slipping his finger between the lips of her
pussy to play with her clitoris. Cath's voice whenever she spoke was 
becoming fainter. I think she was getting quite turned on by it all.

I could see her will power draining away very quickly indeed. 

It was when David spread and lifted both of her legs over either of his 
shoulders and started to lick her clitoris that she suddenly got nervous and 
made up her mind that it was time for us to go home. It was great to see 
him holding her ankles up in the air with either hand while plunging his 
mouth onto her pussy and licking away. I think she may have been getting
very turned on against her will so to speak.

She was probably feeling that the situation might get totally out of hand 
and he might soon be thrusting his cock in and out of her lovely pussy if we 
didn't leave at that point! 

I did not think she would ever forgive me if I tried to make her stay either 
so in the end I felt that I had no choice but to agree and we therefore left. 

Sadly David has since left the shop anyway and we don't know where he's 
gone so ... yesterday's memory!

One thing for sure: it was  *SUCH* a ***TURN ON*** to see another man 
play with my wife's tits and pussy so openly in front of me!!!

I am trying to plan another equally suitable 'chance' encounter like this.
We live in London. Ideas? It must be -- if possible -- in the course of a
natural day (so to speak). All sorts of possibilities must be out there.
It is preferable to meet on neutral territory, for it to be someone who is
patient ... and indeed who would help 'construct' with me another 

**PERFECT**

seduction scenario ...

---------- by Mephisto