The following story happened in 1990, when we were living in Georgia and belonged to a group out of Atlanta called AUS. We met once a month at an Atlanta hotel where the group rented a large ballroom and the hotel was crowded with couples there for the same thing, sex.
The weekend always began on Friday evening with the two-hour drive from our home into the big city. My wife, Susan, always dressed appropriately, in skirts, button down shirts, maybe stockings but little else underneath. She would bring her toys in the car and give me a show for the two hours we were in the car.
Upon arrival at the hotel, we would check-in and then retire to our room for a while before showering and heading out to dinner. I was the one to pack for both of us for the weekend and I had not brought very much for Susan. She dressed in her blue satin dress that clung to her curves showing every little crevice on her lithe body. The material fit tightly around her full breasts outlining the sweet curves and bringing her hardened nipples to the forefront. Her ass was also showcased by the way the material snuck into her ass crack and stretched tightly over her small cheeks. She commented on how little the material covered, how it served to highlight her body rather than to cover it. I smiled, took her hand, and we left the room for the restaurant.
We always went to the same Italian restaurant on Fridays. It was an old European style restaurant, the booths semi-private, the seats dark leather, and the tables wooden and massive. There was a hostess that was hotter than hell and I always enjoyed teasing Susan and her with subtle remarks about the two of them getting together. The hostess, Diane, usually just laughed and went about her business while always saying hello whenever she passed our table.
Diane was there this night as well. She met us with a smile and said she was glad to see our reservations this evening before leading us to our booth. We were seated in a booth that could be seen from the hostess station and as we slid into the booth I remarked that Diane should keep her eyes on Susan as I thought she might be in a drinking mood that night. The two girls chuckled, we took the menus, and Diane went back to work.
It was now that I began the evening. I told Susan that I would order, that I wanted her to sit, as she knew I wanted her to, and that she should keep her hands on the table unless I told her she could move them. We were moving into our roles, her the submissive woman and me the dominant male.
Susan reached below the table and pulled the dress out from under her ass and uncrossed her legs, spreading her knees more than the 12 inches I allowed her to maintain. She knew that if she was to not maintain at least 12 inches between her knees she would receive a spanking that evening. Although she enjoyed her spankings she did whatever she could to postpone the punishment.
We got our wine first, a dark red German variety that wet our palates nicely. I would instruct Susan to have a sip of wine every few minutes and she knew just how much to take. It was in this way that I could control how loose she got during the evening. I would reach down every few minutes and rub her shaved mons with my pal and stroke her lips and clit with my fingertips to keep her aroused. After touching her I always brought my fingers to her lips so she could lick them clean of her juices.
Diane, although getting busier in her duties, glanced at us as often as she could without being too obvious. We knew that she had a view of Susan's spread knees and exposed pussy from her station near the front door. There were also four or five tables and booths around the restaurant with perfect views of our table and the patrons who were seated at these tables took full advantage of the show that was being brought to them.
Our waiter brought our salads and I slipped my hand between Susan's spread thighs as I made casual conversation with the young man. His eyes followed my arm to where it disappeared under the table and he could guess where my hand was. He continued to stare as we chatted about the crowd entering the restaurant. When he left to go back to the kitchen he kept looking back trying to get a good look under the table.
I had Susan reach up and pinch her nipples before I let her eat her salad. She pinched the hard between her fingers trying to hide what she was doing with her hands. As she moved to grab her utensils her hard nipples were even more pronounced than they had been all night and the red blush of her excitement began to creep from her breasts upward along her neck to her cheeks.
I rubbed and stroked her clit throughout dinner and had her pinch her nipples three more times before we were finished with dessert. Eyes were steadily staring blow our table, watching the stimulation being applied to her clit. Susan's body was slowly stiffening as the sexual tension between her legs slowly increased in intensity.
Diane came by the table when we were just finishing our desert and told us she was finishing her shift. I invited her to join us for a drink if it was permissible and she told us she just had to go to the back room and change and she would be right out. I slowed my ministrations and whispered in Susan's ear that she would be relieved of her tensions in front of our new friend. She just smiled nervously and rolled her hips against my fingers inserted inside her body.
When Diane came back she was dressed seductively in a short skirt and a tight fitting sweater. I invited her to take a seat beside Susan ad she slid sexily into the booth. We conversed lightly as I continued to slowly stroke and caress the wet sex between Susan's legs.
Diane leaned down to Susan and whispered asking if we knew that everything we were doing could be seen by half the restaurant. We both smiled and I told her that was half of the excitement for Susan. I began to explain how she enjoyed being forced to expose herself to the public. Then I invited her to look down and she did, taking in the full view of Susan's shaved mons and my fingers buried to the knuckles inside her. I increased the pressure on both Susan's clit and her g-spot until her hips began to bounce around on the leather bench. I leaned in close and told her I wanted to feel her come on my fingers. Her hips went into overdrive and she rode my hand as Diane watched in silence, mesmerized by the sight before her. Susan began to pant, then to sigh openly, finally her body began to convulse and the orgasm caught in her throat as her juices ran from her sex and coated my fingers and hand in the sweet nectar. I moved my fingers in and out for her pleasure, then pulled them all the way out and fed the juices to Susan.
Diane sat there with her mouth agape. She could not believe what we were doing. I asked her if she found women sexy and she turned toward her drink and began to blush as she confessed in a low voice that it was one of her favorite fantasies. I then asked her if she would like to put her hand between Susan's legs but she declined due to being at her place of employment. That was the queue and I suggested we all finish our drinks and move to the hotel lounge.
We quickly finished our drinks and as Susan slid out of the bench I told her to give everyone a good show. She slid out with her dress still around her stomach and spread her legs as wide as she could, exposing herself to the entire restaurant. She paused to lean back to grab her purse with her sex completely exposed before standing up and allowing her dress to fall over her thighs and cover her hot parts.
We were oblivious to the stares and the few comments from the stuck up older women as we walked proudly from the restaurant and hailed a cab. In the cab I sat Susan between us again and immediately told her to spread herself, which she did. She rode the twenty minutes to the hotel with her knees pressing my legs and Diane's legs against the doors as I stroked her slit and Diane looked on. Diane was joined by the cab driver whose eyes never left the rearview mirror.
I invited Diane to join me in exciting my wife but she was still a bit too shy saying she would rather just watch for a bit longer. I heard the cab driver snicker a bit to Susan's response.
The hotel lounge was located in the large bottom floor of the hotel and had a very open floor plan with small pockets of plants placed strategically around the tables to give a semblance of privacy. We took a seat at a booth that faced out to three tables, all of which were currently vacated. Again we sat with Susan in the middle, her charms spread and her dress above her waist, her bare ass on the upholstered seat. I commented that the hotel would have to have the seat steamed to rid it of the fish smell and both girls giggled.
We ordered our drinks as I continued to stroke the slit between my wife's legs. I could tell she was again close to orgasm, her body slowly becoming rigid under my ministrations. I really wanted her to come on Diane's hands so I stopped what I was doing and sat back. Susan gasped and began to plead with her eyes for me to continue and I just motioned toward Diane. Susan got the idea immediately and turned to Diane to plead with her to finish her off.
I watched, as Diane turned red with embarrassment but finally caved under Susan's pleas for relief. She moved her hands tentatively to my wife's thighs and slid them around nervously, rubbing the upper inner thigh area but never touching the real sensitive parts. Susan thrust herself forward with abandon, seeking for contact with her engorged clit. I knew she was just one or two stroke from freedom and I smiled at her unabashed wish for relief.
"Ask her for it," I said to her and she gave out a low "Please," to Diane. "Louder," I said and then she began to plead, "Please touch me," she said and then again.