It had been an intense few weeks. A new job, a new house, we hadn't had enough time together to satisfy either of us. After finally getting settled into our new home I asked my wife out on a date, she readily agreed.
While at the restaurant I noticed that she was looking at the waiters as they walked around, carrying their trays of food and wine. I could tell she was full of sexual tension, hell, so was I, so I couldn't blame her much. I looked at her across the table, through the flame of the candle separating us, god she was beautiful! I am such a lucky man.
"It's been a hellava few weeks hasn't it babe?" I asked.
"Yes it has." Was all she said in return.
I could tell that she was in a bad mood, which I had hoped the diner would alleviate. It hadn't.
She always wanted me to be more forward, to do new things, so I did…
I repositioned my chair so that I was sitting next to her. I leaned over and whispered into her ear, "Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?" I asked. Her only response was a slight tinge of red floating up from under her silky blouse collar. I just smiled.
I ran my hands under the edge of the table cloth, to the hem of her soft black skirt. "I love it when you wear hose, but you know that don't you?" I asked her. She just smiled at me with a sort of quizzical expression on her face. I leaned back over her ear as I whispered, "Just relax lover, just relax." I could feel her body tighten a little, wondering what I was going to do, I was sure.
I slowly slid my hand under her skirt, careful not to make it to obvious to our fellow patrons of the restaurant. Her eyes widened in disbelief at my boldness. She tried to push my hand away, "We're in a restaurant for god's sake, what are you thinking!" She hissed through tightly clenched teeth. "I'm thinking that it's been way to fucking long since I've felt your pussy in my hands." Was my reply, through teeth clenched in anticipation.
I pulled her skirt up, under the table, giving my hand free access to her delectable pussy. Reaching under her hose, I gently pressed my thumb against the top of her clit, just enough to make her tingle in excitement. Moving my hand slightly, I slid my finger over and down her already moist clit.