I can't believe we're doing this.
All we're doing is going to a private club where we might see some people having sex in plain sight. There is no pressure to see or do anything or anyone you don't want to! As a matter of fact, if you're truly not into good old-fashioned people watching after 30 minutes, we can bounce back to the hotel, and if you do like what you see then the word is your oyster as you're in charge.
What does that mean?
I'm not the husband who is forcing his wife into a self-serving threesome, swinging, or swap scenario. I'm also not the husband who believes that unrequited sex is healthy or acceptable in a happy sexually satisfying marriage.
Whether it's a Tuesday night quickie at home on the couch or fingering you underneath the table while watching another couple play at the club on a Saturday, your sexual satisfaction is the main event in all my perversions.
That's why I don't have a particular issue hearing about your past sexual encounters. We both had our fair share of positive sexual experiences before we met. We're lucky to have found love with each other in our mid-twenties and equally as lucky to have fucked all the others before we met. I feel bad for the dude who can't accept the fact that someone else fucked his wife better than him before they met.
The restaurant was dark and regal. The waiter eye fucked my wife as he poured her another glass of cabernet, while the runner nervously blushed as she dropped off the small plates on the table.
Would you rather fuck the waiter on the table, or the bartender on the bar?
The waiter is kind of hot, and this place is dark, but I'd much rather ride him in the corner booth than let him fuck on this hard ass table. What about the blonde embryo fawning over you as she fills your wine glass?
She is too young for my taste, but I wouldn't have an issue letting her suck my cock under the table while you ride it out on the corner.
I'll keep an eye out for you to help her finish you off if needed.
Is that a fact?
Yea, if you behave maybe one day, I'll help another woman suck your cock. Would you like that?
I know better than to answer that, but my cock is thinking about it under the table. When was the last time you sucked a hard cock underneath the table at a dark crowded restaurant?
I was 19....He was 36....
Interesting, you were a very naughty young woman at 19. Thankfully, some things don't change. I want you to do something naughty for me.
Hmmmm, I'm open to listening to your request, but the only meat going in my mouth at this juncture is sizzling its way to medium rare in the kitchen as we speak.
And here I thought you were saving yourself for the waiter....
The night is young, anything can happen....
You're running very hot and need to cool off. You're going to start by removing your panties under the table and slide them to me across the table....
Silence......She bit her lip as she motioned down under the table...Her eyes closed for a quick moment while her finger hovered around her clit, edging her orgasm closer...
I didn't say you were allowed to cum here at the table yet....
I won't Daddy. Her stare was seductive and sassy and held both her hands facing down towards the table, pretending she was playing a game of 5 card monte. Eventually, showing off a white lace thong, which was already soaked from her excitement.
Her hands faced down returning to the tabletop and slowly sliding her hand across the table..........
It was getting to be that time, I paid the bill, and called an uber....
It took all of 7-9 seconds for Lisa to wrap her lips around the head of my cock in the back of the uber. I wasted no time gently sliding my pinky into her very sensitive asshole. Just enough to fire up the nerve endings before I start to roll her clit between my fingers like a mechanic slipping a nut off a thread. She was in full heat, Cumming hard passing through traffic in union square. She immediately doubled back down on my cock using her free hand to put enough pressure underneath my perineum. It was only a matter of timing now as she slowly lapped the precum off the head off my cock, staring up at my satisfaction. I squeezed my perineum tight, getting ready to shoot my load down her throat. The countdown the shoot my load in my head was cut short. My wife stuck her finger in my asshole resulting and triggered a whole new level of joy in the backseat of the uber. She swallowed the entire load and cleaned me up like the good little slutty love of my life he was. The screen in the uber said we would arrive in 3 minutes, as we both sat there completely satisfied without a care in the world. When we pulled up, I leaned in towards the driver to tip him in cash letting us do our thing. I could tell he enjoyed the show, so it was only right to leave him with a parting gift. As my wife stepped out the car, she did so without her panties as the Uber driver held those down now....
Walked in dressed in all black. Myself in black denim, Calvin's, tee-shirt, and motorcycle boots. Her is 5inch stilettos, tight little black dress, and ultra-sexy lingerie garter set underneath. The bouncer stood at 6,8 and looked like a defensive lineman. He checked our ID's and lifted the velvet rope to usher us towards concierge Donna, who welcomed us with open arms. Her kindness was equal to her sexiness. We made small talk as she gave us the tour, showing us all the different rooms, and play places. Lisa and I walked slowly behind as our nervous palms kept us together.
I began to think about how we got here.
