Night after Wales won the Grand Slam - Sex Stories

Night after Wales won the Grand Slam

... getting more turned on by the second, especially at the thought that she would be unable to resist the excitement, of discreetly exposing her breasts at the bar. The atmosphere between us was so erotic, the continuing banter and teasing, was having a really stimulating effect on both of us. It was at this time that she tipsily excused herself to touch up her makeup, and disappeared to the cloak rooms. She returned a few minutes later and slid across her seat, then seductively opened her bag sufficiently for me to see inside. My stomach tumbled when I saw that she had also now, stuffed the white blouse inside, and asked if that was good enough for me. I said nothing but drew her close and planted a soft light kiss on her lips. Fuck she looked so hot! Our flirting continued, and it didn't take much persuading for her to loosen the button for ‘my eyes only’. The edge her left areola soon slipped into view. Mesmerised by her manner, and knowing her mood, guessed it wouldn’t be long before her uninhibited behaviour progressed. To encourage her, I asked her if anyone else paying particular attention. Then cautiously looked around, to see if anyone else was positioned where they could see any daring exposures. But most of the couples and groups were well wrapped up in their own company. However when a familiar glorious pink flush of arousal to flooded to my wife’s cheeks I knew someone had caught her eye. She leaned forward whispering that there was a guy with his wife, who she was ...

... sure was watching her past his wife’s shoulder. As he was obscured from my view by the rustic wooden pillars, if probably offered him a level of security. To my delight, she then took a large gulp from her glass, and rested her arm on the bar, which caused her jacket to fall open. I could see that her delectable left nipple could be seen from the direction the guy was sitting, who had apparently smiled at her. I was loving every minute of it, knowing she was occasionally visually flirting with this man, and him with her. We continued to chat and laugh until she saw the guy who had bought her a drink earlier, at the bar ordering a round for his friends. “Do you think I should offer to buy him a drink?” She mused in a really provocative manner. I replied by challenging her to return his generosity with her jacket left undone. But much to my disappointment, she chickened out by redoing the button, deciding that he may think she was coming on to him. My hardness was almost busting as I teasingly offered her some money to do it. Mandy laughed and just took the note and moved along the bar. The guy noticed her immediately, his eyes instinctively focused on her partially exposed cleavage. Seeing my lovely wife teasing the Frenchman by flaunting herself for his admiration, was sending my libido off the scale. I watched excitedly as they continued to flirt, his eyes unable to resist dipping to take in her exposed cleavage as they spoke. Then getting the barman’s attention she ordered ...