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To Catch a Cheating Wife
Date: 7/24/2016, Categories: Interracial Sex, Mature Voyeur, Author: magas911
... weekend following the "transformation" as I had come to think of it, Wendy suggested we have another evening at "The Hot Spot". This time, she wore a white top that left half of her breasts exposed, a tight, black skirt and a black thong. As soon as we entered, every male eye in the place were locked onto her big, almost totally exposed tits, and her long, dynamite legs. There wasn't a man in the place who didn't think I was with a $1,000-a-night call girl. We ordered drinks, again bourbon with water on the rocks for me, a screwdriver for Wendy. "I have no intention of getting d***k again, Darling. I want to be fully aware of every delicious thing you decide to have me do or do to me." When we danced, Wendy plastered her body all over mine, gyrating and grinding her pussy up and down the length of my very hard erection. "Put your hands under my skirt and play with me, Darling." "Everyone will see." "I know. I don't care if you don't." A moment later, my fingers were inside her thong sliding back and forth over her gushing slit. Several men watched. When we were back at the table, she whispered, "See the man at the next table." When I nodded, Wendy said, "He's staring right at my tits. Should I pull my blouse open so he can see more?" "Yes! Do it," I whispered in my wife's ear. One after the other, the buttons of her blouse opened until only two buttons below her tits were still fastened. Her big ...
... breasts f***ed her blouse wide so that the only thing covered her chest was her small bra. "Is he looking?" I asked. "What do you think? Of course he's looking. And he's squeezing his cock too. I'm sure he would like to see my legs." "Why don't you sit sideways to the table so that your sexy legs are not concealed under the table?" "MMMmmmmmm... Do have any idea how excited this is making me. Are you sure?" "Do it. Do it now!" Wendy pushed her chair back and turned so that her legs were facing the other table. She crossed her legs causing her skirt to ride high on her thighs. "He's looking at my legs now, Honey. I think he's having trouble deciding whether he wants to stare at my tits or my legs." "What else?" "I think he wants to see your wife's cunt, Honey. And I'm not sure my thong is covering it any longer after the way you played with me on the dance floor." Now I couldn't keep from squeezing my cock through my pants. "Damn. That is so hot," I moaned. "I know it is. I just love being slutty for you like this!" "Do you want me to spread my legs so he can see all the way up to my panties, Honey?" I was torn between my desire to have an erotic, sensuous wife and my reluctance to tell my wife to show her panties and maybe her cunt to a stranger in a club. "I don't know," I whispered to her. "I'm just not sure." I think my wife immediately realized my problem, and she knew the ...