Wife Relents to Husband's Fantasy
To spice up our routine, I tried suggesting you fantasize with another man, but you hesitated. To discover if you've been harboring something deep inside but had been reluctant to disclose, I strategized a plan for a specific night.
In the morning, I made arrangements for our children to stay at their cousin's home and prepared the atmosphere at home. From the mall, I bought a new skirt and blouse for you to wear. The skirt was knee-length, soft, and flowy with a front slit. The top was translucent with a deep-cut neckline that laced up. I set out your clothes and also wrote you a note with "instruction." I left a couple of beverages and wine to loosen you up. After leaving the house, I went to a bar and requested you to come there.
Darkness surrounded me as I sat in the bar's secluded corner, waiting. You appeared on time and followed the instructions to take a seat at the bar. I took in your appearance that soon attracted masculine gazes; your hair appeared flawless, and your eyes sparkled in the dim lighting. Your cleavage in the blouse I chose was astonishing - the laces loosely done, revealing your nipples through the sheer material. You looked comfortable sitting there with your legs crossed and most of your leg showing through the skirt's slit. As I noticed, I felt a stir in my groin.
The room began filling with people, and I observed men admiring your breasts. The slackening of the laces accentuated the noticeable display of your chest.
With a hint of inebriation, you started becoming more exposed and loosened. You finished your second drink then ordered another, guiding yourself to a third. Wobbly, you ordered a fourth. I watched you smiling as you gaped at the guy who was eyeing you. You even turned to check on me, which I approved.
The music played while you continued drinking. The lacing around your blouse had now loosened enough to reveal most of your chest. When you captured the guy's focus, you looked over at me, seeking confirmation, and I nodded, because a fun night doesn't mean anything wrong.
Given all the drinks, you became more responsive. Your skirts had risen up your legs, and I noticed the guy couldn't deny noticing this. You conversed with him, and then he moved closer as he spoke to you. Distracted by the loud music, he had to yell his intimacies into your ear. You giggled, suggesting you were in a lighter mood.
He paid for your additional drinks and asked you to join him in a small, dimly-lit booth in the bar's corner. When you left the barstool, you stumbled, and he helped keep you stable. You leaned into him, and your breasts pressed against his torso; it appeared intentional since you stood there for an extended period. Finally, you left, prompting him to stand up and guide you to the booth.
Just a bit into the booth, seeing it, you looked at me with concern. But I assured you through a glance. Unique to the dim lighting, you realized your destination. You gave the guy a loving smile, resting against him. I, observing it from the mirror, was unsure if you were so "relaxed" you didn't know or if you enjoyed the extra attention.
He invited you to sit closer; sliding into his arms, most of your chest was on display. You reclined against him as he held you; revealing your assets had surely captured his attention.
You sank into the booth and your friend moved in closer to you. I'll admit, I was feeling a tad jealous. I knew the guy was getting a great view of your cleavage, what with your skirt hiking up and the slit in it, and I could only imagine the sight of your legs. Although I couldn't make out what you were chatting about, the laughter and the way you stared at him told me he had your full attention.
He was getting dangerously close and, after a while, he slipped his arm around your back. He started stroking the side of your neck ever so lightly, either you didn't notice or you were responding to his touch. I observed him becoming more daring as he twined his fingers in your hair. You loved having your hair played with, and it seemed like you were enjoying the treatment. The server refilled our drinks, and it became evident that you were getting quite tipsy. I'd never seen you consume so much alcohol before, and I wondered how far you'd let this stranger go.
You kept peeking at me for approval. So far, your actions were innocent, so I simply nodded and smiled. The guy ran his fingers through your hair in a sensual manner, and I was pretty certain that you were getting turned on. I got up to use the men's room as I passed by, I winked at you, and I noticed your eyes growing hazy. I found myself wondering if you were so intoxicated or smitten with the guy's attention.
When I returned from the bathroom, I saw that he had moved even closer and had his face close to yours, whispering into your ear. His fingers played in your hair, and your eyes were almost closed. It seemed as if you were enjoying the touch. He pressed his lips to the back of your neck and gave you a warm, lingering kiss. You pulled away slightly in surprise at first but didn't make any more objections. He tried it again and this time you didn't move away. He remained there for a while, and you allowed your eyes to close and parted your lips in a breathy inhale. Unbelievably, you were allowing a stranger to kiss you!!!
I was feeling both annoyance and a bit of excitement as I watched what was unfolding. I had fantasized about you with another man but this was far from that fantasy! He continued to kiss your neck and your cheeks and, eventually, he moved his lips to yours. You recoiled slightly in shock, and then you looked at me as if to check how far I'd permit it. I just nodded.
You turned back to him, and they exchanged passionate kisses. It was evident that you loved such kisses, and this guy seemed to know what he was doing. You stepped back to catch your breath, and he made no move to kiss you again. Instead, you both reached for your drinks and finished them.
The waitress brought another round, and for the moment, you sat talking. The guy's hand stayed entwined in your hair and roamed over your bare shoulders and back. Every now and then, he would kiss your neck or your shoulders. Then he gently let his fingers glide down your breast and over your nipple. You didn't appear to notice at first, but when he visited your nipples again, you brushed his hand aside. Presumably, he said something to compliment your chest, making you blush and lower your gaze. You were starting to look quite out of it, so I considered stepping in, but I decided to let you navigate the situation.
He escalated from simply touching your surgically enhanced breasts to caressing your hard nipples. It was clear you were responding and getting turned on.
You shifted positions, sitting lower in the seat, and your head was resting back. I saw his hand slide under the table. I fought the urge to stop him but decided to see how far you'd let things go. I observed you as he stroked up your thigh. At first, you didn't even seem conscious of his actions, but then he reached your wet pussy. You came to, sat up abruptly, and looked at me, wondering if I was going to intervene. I merely shrugged my shoulders as you took control of the situation.
He left his hand undetected under the table. I saw you say something to him, and I hoped to know what it was. I assumed you'd leave, but you didn't. You cast a glance my way, seemingly testing my reactions.
Before I could do anything, I saw him brush his fingers along your breast, gently caressing your nipples once more. Your sighs grew heavier as you surrendered to his touch.
I couldn't believe you were letting a stranger go that far!!! I watched as he moved his hand from your neck to your breast, softly playing with your nipples. They were rock hard and you responded with a heavy breath. You relaxed back in your seat, your head resting back, as he caressed you. He reached under the table and found your thigh, his fingers brushing along the upper portion.
I hesitated, unsure if it would be appropriate to step in or if you would want me to intervene.Your eyes fluttered open to find me looking at you, and you just nodded, signaling not to stop him. You quickly turned back to your fellow food lover and kissed him equally passionately. I watched as you paid no attention to his roving fingers for a while. They descended lower and brushed over your pussy. You sensed my apprehension and turned back to check my reaction, but I just glanced back, shrugging my shoulders, signaling that you were in control.
More alcohol appeared, and you polished off a good chunk of it. I couldn't believe how much alcohol you've been consuming; you were definitely feeling no discomfort! You settled back on the seat and he continued playing with your nipples. You had a gaze of haze on your face, your posture slumping even more.
By this point, it seemed as if your skirt had inched its way up, and with the slit in the front, it didn't provide hindrance to his hand. He slithered his hand up your thigh and I was convinced you had parted your legs. His fingers must've found your pussy as you opened your mouth and sighed. It was rather apparent you were not objecting to this stranger fingering you.
You appeared lost in the sensations he was flooding you with. You spread your legs even wider and you were moving your hips languorously. I pondered if he'd managed to get beyond your panties yet and then you gave out a loud sigh and I knew his fingers had found the centre of your pleasure. You had your head thrown back, pushing for air. He was strumming your G-spot while massaging your clit.
Your hips were moving faster, and I could gather from your expression that you were about to climax. Suddenly, your body tensed and you gulped air rapidly as you cummed drenched in pleasure. Instructionally, you glanced around, your face being a rubicund shade due to the embarrassment of reaching climax in public. You gazed at me and I just gave you a satisfied grin. He took his hand out from under the table and conversed with you for a bit. Then he planted a gentle kiss on your cheek, stood up, and left.
I meandered to the booth and sat beside you. I kissed you affectionately, then with more passion, and you responded with an identical response. I whispered in your ear that all was well. We made out more, and I could sense your hormones staying on the warpath. I slid my hand under the table and your skirt had made its way to your thighs. I traced my hand up the inside of your legs and you parted them profusely for me. I pressed my fingers against your pussy through your panties and sensed how moist you were.
I pushed your panties off to one side and invaded your drenched pussy. You groaned softly and began swaying your hips. I fisted my fingers in and out of you until you climaxed once more. I extracted my hand from your pussy and kissed you again. You moved your hand to my groin and started palpitating my rock-hard erection. I mentioned this would be a suitable time to withdraw and you agreed. Your legs were shaky due to the influence of the alcohol and the two remarkable climaxes you had just experienced. I took you out of the bar and led you to my truck.
I opened the door and assisted you in, then hopped in myself. Your hand grasped my aroused penis and initiated oral action. I inquired if you appreciated the encounter in the bar and you sucked my cock more vigorously. Your gripping hand was wrap around it, and you were stroking it at a rapid pace.
Suddenly you halted, caught my gaze, and exclaimed, "I want you to fuck me". I removed your panties and plonked myself on top of you, aligning the tip of my penis with your open pussy. Enquiring if you desired the man from the bar to fuck you, you indulged and replied in the affirmative.
I impaled myself inside you, thrusting forcefully. You groaned loudly as I inserted my rigid penis in and out of you, questioning if this was how you imagined him moving. You answered positively. I tailored my position, ensuring my cock slid against your clit while I stirred my cock in and out of you, your body went inflexible, your head traded back, and you erupted in orgasm.
I could feel an orgasm approaching, so I plunged my cock inside you, triggering our mutual climax. Following our climax, we locked lips for a lengthy time. I professed my love for you and you did the same. Wondering if I was envious of your encounter, you dismissed my concerns. I acknowledged it was fine.
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