up...my wife no longer wore panties. Chris played with her naked pussy. She watched my face and waited for me to figure it out. I was out-played yet again. God I loved her. She saw understanding dawn in my eyes and chuckled and silently mouthed the word, Bingo to me.
“Yes, that sounds about right,” she said. “Everything except the smart. Sometimes I'm not so sure about the smart.” The very end of her sentence turned into a gasp and I knew at that moment Chris penetrated her with a finger. I had it confirmed a moment later when my wife bit her bottom lip and hunched her shoulders. I had to concentrate to keep my composure. Another man fingered my wife's pussy! He learned her tight smooth walls and felt the heat and the wet and I knew he'd never forget this moment. I had to take deep calming breaths through an open mouth. I wanted my whiskey but honestly I was afraid to try to drink it. I was pretty sure I'd choke.
“You're so tight,” I heard him say, his voice tense.
Her eyelids fluttered. She let him spend a little time in there, no doubt driving him crazy, until I actually heard how wet she'd become. She heard it too and, now suddenly self-conscious, backed her hips away, pulling her pussy off his fingers.
“Let's dance,” she suggested. She took his hand and led him from the booth.
On the dance floor he pushed a finger into his mouth. Cliché, true, but it worked on my inexperienced wife anyway. They danced and touched and ground on each other one song after another. It looked obscene but everyone else did it too, including a couple of girl-girl pairs that had the crowd cheering.
Chris and my wife stayed out there a long time. I drank and people-watched, or, more specifically, watched Chris and my wife dance and occasionally mixed in one of the hotties in the club.
They returned to our booth long enough to catch their breath, cool down, have another drink, and then back out they went. Tiffany gave me the once-over to make sure I was okay and I smiled at her. She sweat lightly and the moisture caused her top to cling and become more transparent. She looked so sexy I desperately wanted to fuck her. I knew all this stoked her fire too. As she stepped back she followed my eyes and spotted her visible nipples.
“I might be a closet exhibitionist,” she suggested. “I'm loving this.”
“Me too,” I admitted. “Loving it, not exhibitionist.”
This time I lost them in the crowd. There was plenty else to look at so I was occupied. I suspected Tiffany had taken him out of sight to make-out with him away from me. After an hour the crowd parted and spat them out. They were a sweaty messy-haired wreck, laughing and leaning on each other. This might be the most fun I've seen her have. I'd ordered another round while they were away so they had drinks waiting for them to go along with the drinks they hadn't finished yet.
Tiffany sat in the middle again and all three of us talked and laughed. I noticed Chris tried to catch my eye so when Tiffany looked away I checked on him. He carefully showed me the two room keys in his shirt pocket and seemed to ask if now was a good time. My heart jumped. This felt like such a pivotal moment. I debated maybe three seconds before I gave him a go-ahead nod. He cleared his throat.
“Hey,” he began, gathering our attention. “I have a room waiting upstairs. How about we get away from this circus and someplace a lot quieter and more comfortable?”
Tiffany slowly swung her head away from him to me.
“David? Chris has a room upstairs. That sounds great but my flight home leaves pretty early. I think we should probably call it a night. What do you think?”
Was she backing out? Had she changed her mind? I realized she set me up to knock him down. If I did not want to do this, here was my way out.
“We can't stay all night,” I began, “but it would be nice to take a break from the music. I say we at least go up and have one drink.”
Chris couldn't see her face
“Yes, that sounds about right,” she said. “Everything except the smart. Sometimes I'm not so sure about the smart.” The very end of her sentence turned into a gasp and I knew at that moment Chris penetrated her with a finger. I had it confirmed a moment later when my wife bit her bottom lip and hunched her shoulders. I had to concentrate to keep my composure. Another man fingered my wife's pussy! He learned her tight smooth walls and felt the heat and the wet and I knew he'd never forget this moment. I had to take deep calming breaths through an open mouth. I wanted my whiskey but honestly I was afraid to try to drink it. I was pretty sure I'd choke.
“You're so tight,” I heard him say, his voice tense.
Her eyelids fluttered. She let him spend a little time in there, no doubt driving him crazy, until I actually heard how wet she'd become. She heard it too and, now suddenly self-conscious, backed her hips away, pulling her pussy off his fingers.
“Let's dance,” she suggested. She took his hand and led him from the booth.
On the dance floor he pushed a finger into his mouth. Cliché, true, but it worked on my inexperienced wife anyway. They danced and touched and ground on each other one song after another. It looked obscene but everyone else did it too, including a couple of girl-girl pairs that had the crowd cheering.
Chris and my wife stayed out there a long time. I drank and people-watched, or, more specifically, watched Chris and my wife dance and occasionally mixed in one of the hotties in the club.
They returned to our booth long enough to catch their breath, cool down, have another drink, and then back out they went. Tiffany gave me the once-over to make sure I was okay and I smiled at her. She sweat lightly and the moisture caused her top to cling and become more transparent. She looked so sexy I desperately wanted to fuck her. I knew all this stoked her fire too. As she stepped back she followed my eyes and spotted her visible nipples.
“I might be a closet exhibitionist,” she suggested. “I'm loving this.”
“Me too,” I admitted. “Loving it, not exhibitionist.”
This time I lost them in the crowd. There was plenty else to look at so I was occupied. I suspected Tiffany had taken him out of sight to make-out with him away from me. After an hour the crowd parted and spat them out. They were a sweaty messy-haired wreck, laughing and leaning on each other. This might be the most fun I've seen her have. I'd ordered another round while they were away so they had drinks waiting for them to go along with the drinks they hadn't finished yet.
Tiffany sat in the middle again and all three of us talked and laughed. I noticed Chris tried to catch my eye so when Tiffany looked away I checked on him. He carefully showed me the two room keys in his shirt pocket and seemed to ask if now was a good time. My heart jumped. This felt like such a pivotal moment. I debated maybe three seconds before I gave him a go-ahead nod. He cleared his throat.
“Hey,” he began, gathering our attention. “I have a room waiting upstairs. How about we get away from this circus and someplace a lot quieter and more comfortable?”
Tiffany slowly swung her head away from him to me.
“David? Chris has a room upstairs. That sounds great but my flight home leaves pretty early. I think we should probably call it a night. What do you think?”
Was she backing out? Had she changed her mind? I realized she set me up to knock him down. If I did not want to do this, here was my way out.
“We can't stay all night,” I began, “but it would be nice to take a break from the music. I say we at least go up and have one drink.”
Chris couldn't see her face
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