a great night - Sex Stories

a great night

... black chiffon dress - no bra (her nipples clearly displayed as little buds through the material), stockings (and although I did not know it at the time she had no knickers on). I stood staring as she came out of the bedroom. "You like?" I nodded. "Good get ready and I want you showered." My wife was usually so placade and gentle, so her tone in ordering me around came as a bit of a shock. She saw me looking at her with that look of 'ohh my god on my face'. "You wanted this remember." With that and my excitment again growing in my trousers I rushed off to get showered and dressed. Dinner was a distraction for me. I wanted to get my wife back to the hotel room. It seemed though that she wanted the anticipation to drag on. Three courses later and a brief flirt with the waiter (something she would not normally dream of doing) and we were leaving the dining room. I made for the lifts. "Where are you going darling?" She was smiling at me sweetly and indicating towards the bar. She was driving me mad now. All I wanted to do was to get her upstairs and bury my tongue between her legs ( when she told me of course). The idea did occur to me briefly though that this was the last thing on her mind and her idea of me as her slave was to have an evening of fine dining and drinking. I sloped in after her the look on my face conveying my thoughts. "Do not fret my dear, the room beckons shortly I just want to have a drink first." My spirits restored I crossed overto the bar and ordered two ...

... whiskey's. I was about to carry them over to a table when my wife perched herself onto a bar stool. "Here is fine darling. Now sit and watch." I sat on a stool beside her. "Not here ... over there." She pointed towards a low chair at a vacant table. I sat down and looked over at her wondering what was about to happen. The slit in her dress was showing a lot of her leg. The dark patch of her left stocking just visible between the parting. I looked around the room briefly. A couple of young men in the twenties dressed in suits had also noticed and were looking at her with a mixture of lust and desire in their eyes. At first I found it a bit unsettling having them oogle my wife (she usually did not dress in a way that afforded oogling) but she seemed to have planned it like this so I f***ed myself to relax and enjoy the view myself. After all it was I not them that was going to savour her delights. She d***k her whisky slowly - ignoring everyone, myself included in the room. However she must have know how many eyes were on her because she timed her next move for maximum exposure. As she drained the last of her glass she swung around on the stool. It looked as if she had lost her balance and was going to topple off backwards. Her legs parted as she fell and it was then that I saw the pink lips of her completely shaved pussy along with no doubt at least twenty other patrons - moslty men. I was so taken aback by the sight that by the time I had realised what had happened one of the ...