My first wife, Beverly (Bev) and I had an open marriage for the latter part of the time we were together. I had always fantasized about watching her when she was with other guys. The thought really turned me on as I loved sharing her. Unfortunately, being watched cramped her style. Consequently, it only happened twice. This night was just a bit of teaser that she allowed.
We normally went dancing at separate clubs, but this night was an exception. We went as a couple with no plans for either of us playing. There was a local band that we both liked playing at Misty's club. Misty's was a restaurant, bar and dance club within a larger hotel and near the local airport. The club was frequented by traveling businessmen and women, college students from all the close by colleges and middle-aged hotly dressed cougars looking to score with either young businessmen or even younger college students that just barely met the required drinking age of twenty-one. Unlike the clientele at the country and western bars we danced at, the ethnicity at Misty's was much more varied. For some reason, Bev seldom came to Misty's to score. I don't know why.
Bev and I arrived about 9:00 PM and found a table with a good view of both the band and the dance floor. She wasn't dressed as she normally would for our country and western bars. This evening, she was wearing a form fitting and clingy royal blue silk blouse, a very short black suede skirt, no nylons and very high heels. She was also sans her cowgirl hat, and she was wearing a necklace with a nice sapphire that dropped toward her cleavage that showed because she didn't button the top buttons. I was hard just looking at her. Bev was 5' - 4", 135 lbs. and had wide hips and very nice round 34 C-cup breasts and an equally nice round ass. Her hair was dark brunette with some salon added light blonde strands, was midback long and quite wavey. Her bright blue eyes perfectly matched her royal blue blouse and the sapphire. Yes, I was hard just looking at her.
The band had been playing since before we arrived. A waitress immediately came and took our drink orders. Mine was a 7&7 while she wanted a daiquiri. I don't remember what specific kind of daiquiri. We enjoyed a few sips of our drinks and a bowl of nuts that the waitress also brought. Then, a song came on that Bev wanted to dance to. Out we went and ended up dancing to several songs in a row. She saw some ladies she knew from the club she normally danced at. They decided to stay and dance as a group while I returned to our table and finished my drink and ordered two more for us. I knew my wife would be thirsty when she returned from dancing.
When the drinks arrived, a young black guy at the adjacent table asked if he could ask me a question. "Sure," I told him.
"Would you mind if I asked your lady friend to dance."
"Please do ask her," I told him. "We are here to dance and have fun." "I told him that she might be a bit winded when she gets back so it might be wise to give her some breathing time for a dance or two. And she might like to finish her drink. Oh, by the way, my lady friend is actually my wife."
"Good idea," he told me. "I didn't see any wedding rings, so I didn't know."
He was probably in his early to mid-twenties and most likely a college student. My mind was going where it always goes. If they dance, I hope he gets a slow dance in there somewhere. I'd like to see if he gets her close, really close. Then, I thought, I'd love to watch her suck his cock which I knew would never happen. With that thought, I was hard again and leaking a little precum. She had never been with a black guy, but I could hope. It was a fantasy of mine for her to fuck a black guy some time. Maybe tonight would work out for that even if she wouldn't let me watch her. I always had to be satisfied with her telling me everything she did after she came home. I figured that perhaps I could strike up a conversation with him to increase the odds of them getting together.
"Are you a student?" I asked.
"I am," he said.
"What are you studying?"
"Physics."
"With a degree in physics, you should be set for life," I told him over the din of the band.
I didn't notice that my wife was on her way back. He told me that she was. When she got to our table, I stood and held her chair for her to sit down.
"I see you want to get me drunk with another drink."
"I can tell them to make weaker if you like. I figured you would be thirsty after all the dances."
"I am thirsty and thanks for getting it for me." She downed the remainder of the first drink and then started on the second. By the time two more songs had played, she and I had both finished our second drink. I waived to the waitress and asked for another set.
"Excuse me." I heard the college student say standing next to my wife. "Would you mind if I asked your wife to dance?"
I looked at Bev and said, "it is her decision, you should ask her."
"Hi, my name is Carl, would you like to dance to the next song?"
Bev lit up with a big smile and said yes, I would."
Carl pulled her chair out as she stood and took his hand. She led him to the dancefloor. As she did, the lights dimmed as if they were on que. The slow song started, and she turned to him so he could take her in his arms and dance. He wasn't trying to rush things as he had assumed the perfect dance frame. I was instantly hard again. This might turn out to be an excruciating evening going from soft to hard and then back to soft repeatedly. It sure felt good though and I was glad I didn't need to stand up. My slacks would have shown my condition. As I watched, I could see that she was making the move. Her fingers were coursing up and down the back of his neck and she had stepped into him. If he was aroused, I was sure she could feel it. I caught myself. I was beginning to hyperventilate. I had to slow my mind down. He made her look so tiny, and he was in fact pretty damned big. I hadn't noticed before, but he was well over six-foot tall, and his hands were large compared to hers. Hers simply disappeared in his. When the dance was over, and she put her arms around his torso and hugged him pulling him into her in the dark. His hands dropped to the small of her back and finally one dropped lower to the top of her ass. I was still very hard as they began to make their way back to the table she and I were seated at. Again, he pulled his chair out for her.
"Bev," I said, "would you like to invite Carl to join us?"
"Yes!" she said. "But I need to go to the little girls room as she downed much of her drink in one long tipping of her glass. Please get me another," she asked me.
"Have a seat, Carl."
"Thanks."
"What are you drinking?" I asked him.
"Is Jack on the rocks, okay?"
"Sure." I told him.
He began to apologize for how they had been dancing. I stopped him before he really got anything out.
"Carl, there is no need to apologize for anything. I enjoy watching her enjoying herself. Me, I'm white and Republican. My rhythm card was surgically removed at birth."
Carl started laughing. "Thanks, I was afraid that I might have offended you."
"Not at all. I really enjoy seeing her dancing with other guys. We have a good marriage, and we are open about life. What I didn't tell him was that in the past, my wife had never shown any interest in having sex with a black guy. I held this little tidbit back in the hopes that perhaps she might like to give it a try tonight with Carl. He appeared young enough for her since she generally considered guys in their thirties too old for her desires. He was good looking and well dressed. She might just widen her selection process tonight.
"What do you know about this place?" I asked him.
