Her First Stocking series, chapter 6
"Promises, promises," came the reply to her video message from the guys. That was last Sunday. She texted them again on Thursday, telling them we had booked a table for Friday night, and they said they would, too. I was excited, not knowing what to expect or what would happen, but anticipating at least that she would tease us. Fantasies kept running through my mind--images of her teasing the guys, even fucking them, of course, all this with my blessing. I felt intoxicated in anticipation of the night, and she noticed it too, telling me I looked like a boy who was about to be taken to the toy store.
Friday night came, and I was putting my shirt on in the spare room when I heard my phone ping. Picking it up, I wondered who had texted me, and I was somewhat intrigued when I saw that it was a message from my wife, who was getting ready just down the hall in our bedroom. What she said surprised me even more and made me wonder what she was up to this time. Nevertheless, I did as she had requested.
I got dressed, grabbed my keys, and drove to the restaurant. Entering the venue, when Annie, the waitress, saw me, she rushed to welcome me with a broad smile on her face. She was a beautiful young woman in her mid-twenties. I noticed immediately that she was dressed to tease within the confines of her job. I remembered what Mark had told her, and based on the way she dressed, she seemed to follow his request to the letter.
"Where is your wife?" She asked after the initial greetings.
"She'll be joining me later," I told her.
As Annie led the way to our table, which was at the back of the restaurant in a small, secluded enclave that had only two tables, I noticed the guys already sitting at one of them. The setup was just perfect for us with the lights dimmed, creating the ideal atmosphere for the fun night we were after, and we could thank Annie for that. I walked over to the guys to say hello, and we shook hands. They asked me about my wife, and I told them she was going to join me later. Annie pulled my chair out for me when I walked to my table and asked if I wanted a drink. I asked for a bottle of Chardonnay, knowing my wife loved it, and I did too.
I watched her walk away in her black stilettos; she had a pair of sheer, black, seamed nylon stockings on her shapely legs, and her black skirt came down to her mid-thigh. I noticed when she greeted me at the door that her white blouse had three buttons undone at the top, showing a bit of her creamy-white cleavage. It was just enough to tease, but not enough for anyone dining in the restaurant to take offence. While waiting for my wife and the wine, I studied the menu. Soon, Annie brought me the bottle of Chardonnay and two glasses. She filled my glass, leant over, and said: "I hope everything is to Sir's liking."
"Yes, everything is just the way I like it," I said, noticing a twinkle in her eyes. "Thank you, Annie."
She turned on her heels and walked away, her arse swaying teasingly with each step she took. I followed her with my eyes until she disappeared from my view. My attention returned to the menu, and I was considering the options when I heard Annie's voice again.
Looking up, I saw my wife walking into the enclave. For a split second, I wasn't even sure if she was my wife; she looked like a woman I had never seen. My jaw dropped upon seeing her, and I felt a stir in my gut. Most of her hair was up in a bun except for the bangles on each side of her face, which she had lightened somewhat. Her eyes were accentuated by a thick layer of black mascara and eyeliner, while shades of grey eyeshadow were applied to her eyelids. She had dark red lipstick on her lips and a hint of red blush on her cheeks.
Her gown was absolutely incredible. It was a dark grey dress that shimmered in the light. The plunging v-shaped neckline ended just below her belly button, showing a considerable amount of her creamy-white body, including a small expanse of her breasts. She was wearing smoke-coloured nylons and black strappy stiletto sandals that made her legs look longer and better than I had ever seen them. When they got to our table, Annie pulled out the chair for her, but she ignored it and kissed me on the lips instead.
"You won't mind if I sit with the boys, will you, Babe?" She whispered.
She grabbed the bottle of wine and the empty glass and walked over to their table, not even waiting for my reply. When she turned her back to me, I saw the back of her dress, or rather, its absence. It, like the front, had a v-shaped opening from her shoulders to the crack of her arse. There was no way she had panties or suspenders on. I felt a rush of arousal in my gut. She was oozing sex, bordering on indecency, and I just loved it. I loved the way she looked.
"Would you have a seat for a hotwife?" She asked them with sultry tones in her voice.
Mark jumped up instantly, offering his seat to her, which she took and, while sitting down, thanked him. He looked at Annie and asked for another chair. Her eyes shifted to mine, looking at me questioningly, so I told her to take the chair. Sitting at the guys' table on my left, my wife was facing Jim, while Mark was on her left, his back to me. She wasn't even 2 metres from me, yet she seemed far away. I watched her pour some wine into her glass, raising it high while she chimed: "To a sexy night, boys."
After clinking their glasses, she turned slightly towards me on her chair and crossed her legs, which caused her dress to ride up on her thigh, exposing a small section of her stocking tops. Our eyes met, and as she smirked wickedly, I knew instantly that she was teasing me, and this was what I could expect for the rest of the night.
I felt the familiar feeling of jealousy in my heart while, at the same time, being turned on watching them. I could feel my cock stirring in my pants, and wild thoughts ran through my mind, imagining the guys making out with her, fucking her tight cunt, even spitroasting her. An image of her on her hands and knees being fucked by Mark while Jim face-fucked her vividly flashed in front of my mind's eye.
"Are you ready to order, Sir?" I heard Annie's voice.
"Uh―oh―yes, I am," I stuttered, turning red in my face.
She took my order before leaning forward and placing her hand on my cock, squeezing it as she whispered into my ear: "Just go with it and enjoy the evening. She is in very good hands."
I felt her warm breath on my earlobe as she said those words, then she kissed me on my cheek. My cock involuntarily lurched under her hand. I saw my wife watching our interaction and raising an eyebrow when our eyes met. I looked at Annie; she was smiling when she straightened up and walked over to their table to take their orders. I was thinking she was a sexy, submissive minx who had shamelessly teased me, the old man twice her age, as I watched her talk to them.
As the evening went on, I noticed Mark moved just a bit closer to my wife, and her crossed leg was right next to his chair. He started to caress her nylon-covered leg from her painted toes to her knee. She looked at me and winked, then re-joined their conversation, every now and then touching their hands and arms as they talked. Mark kept caressing her leg until the main course arrived when my wife slowly uncrossed her legs and flashed her naked pussy at me.
At that moment, I knew exactly what the guys had seen when she'd teased them previously--how they were exposed to the erotic sight of her clean-shaven pussy. I felt a churn in my gut, and my cock twitched in my pants. I wanted to fuck her, imagining how much they must have wanted the same thing.
