"Where are you, Babe? I am ready."
I was getting ready in the spare room again, as she had requested, so she could dress uninterrupted in our bedroom. I was thinking about the events of the previous Friday nights, reminiscing about what took place in the restaurant and the car park, when I heard her calling me.
"Be with you in a minute," I replied.
She did get ready very quickly or I was running late, I wasn't sure. Maybe I should not have touched my cock, but I was very excited just thinking of her and thinking of what might come. It was Friday night, and we were going out for dinner once more. She requested that we went to the same restaurant as we had done a couple of weeks ago. I guess we were both hoping for more fun and games and for the guys to be there too.
Walking into the living room, my cock twitched, and my mouth opened, but no words left my lips. She was a sight to behold. She wore a short black dress that buttoned up at the front. She left the top three buttons undone, showing a considerable amount of her cleavage and creamy white breasts. She wore a pair of black thigh-high boots that had 16 cm spiked heels, so she would tell me later. There was a gap between the top of her boots and the bottom of her dress about mid-thigh where I could see her nylon-covered legs.
She spun around and showed me that she had seamed nylons on then pulled the hem of the dress up on her thighs to show me she was actually wearing beige stockings. She was a stunner, the woman of my dreams, and she was my wife. It took me a few seconds to regain my composure, and I walked to her to softly kiss her ruby lips.
"You are so beautiful, Baby, and so sexy. My cock wants you," I said.
"That's what I love to hear, Babe, but let's just go now," she replied.
"Do you wear panties?" I asked her as we walked through the front door.
"A girl never reveals her secrets."
Again, it was hard to keep my eyes on the road and my hand on the steering wheel. She had to remind me a couple of times to do so, but in the end, she did not seem to mind my hand on her thigh.
"I love the feel of nylons on your legs, Baby."
"I do too. It makes me feel so feminine."
"And I love when you show your legs off."
"You can enjoy them tonight. Do you like my boots?"
"Yes, I love them. Make you hot, sexy, and slutty at the same time."
"That was the image I was going for. I hope the guys will like it, too."
"If they could see you, I am sure they would show you their appreciation."
I pulled into the same car park as I had done before, but this time, our bay was taken. Well, I called it our parking bay since we'd parked there the last couple of times. The garage seemed a bit busier than before, but I found a bay further away from the other cars, somewhat out of sight. I stopped the car and turned to her. I put my hand on her leg and gently ran it over her nylon.
"I want you, sexy slut," I said as I leant in and softly kissed her warm, ruby lips.
She put her hand on mine, stopping me from going under her dress.
"I love when you call me your slut and want me so much, but first let's have dinner and maybe have a little fun too if the guys are around," she replied.
"You would like that."
"Yes, I would. Wouldn't you?" she asked.
"I guess I would too."
I got out of the car, opened the door for her, and watched her intently as she placed her foot on the concrete. She opened her legs just wide enough for me to see her stocking tops and some of her creamy white skin above her stockings but not her pussy.
"I hope you approve," she said as she walked away from the car, and I shut the door.
"What man would not approve? I noticed you're wearing fully fashioned seamed stockings and not just any stockings."
"Your love of stockings makes me want to wear them all the time."
"I wish you would."
"Maybe I will. I sure feel sexy wearing stockings."
"Let's go and have dinner, Baby," I said, taking her arm as we headed for the restaurant.
The restaurant was quite full, with hardly any empty tables. The area in front of the bar had been cleared for dancing, and a band was playing in a corner, hidden away.
"Lucky, we booked a table ahead," I said to the waitress at the door. "What is going on tonight?"
She explained that it was the music and dance night, which was held once a month on a Friday night. She led us to a small boot hidden in a secluded corner of the restaurant from prying eyes then asked if we wanted a bottle of Chardonnay.
"Oh, you remember," my wife said, "yes, please."
"Who can forget you and your friends? Hmmm, I did not see their names on the booking list, they won't be able to come in tonight since we are fully booked out," she said then walked away.
"We've made some impressions. Actually, you have made some impressions, Baby," I said, grinning.
We slid to the far end of the boot, as it was a semi-circle one, and tangled up in each other's arms.
"Baby, I've got an idea. What if we tell the waitress to add their names to ours, then the guys can sit with us? I am sure we can all squeeze in here," I said, pulling her even tighter against me.
She looked at me, and her eyes sparkled as she softly kissed my cheek before replying.
"If that is okay with you, I'd love that."
"So it is," I said, kissing her on her lips, and our tongues intertwined.
"Don't want to interrupt, but I just want to confirm I got the right wine," said the waitress standing at the table.
"Yes, that is the one," my wife replied.
Then I told the waitress what we thought, and she agreed to our plan. She walked away with a grin on her face.
With my arms around my wife and her head resting on my shoulder, we were studying the menu when the waitress returned with the guys in tow. They introduced themselves as Jim and Mark and thanked us for offering to share our table with them. Jim slid in next to my wife, and Mark next to me. He was the one who'd followed her into the restroom the last time we dined here. They both ordered beers, and we continued to study the menu. By the time the waitress returned with their pints, we were ready to order.
When the waitress left with our orders, my wife crossed her legs towards Jim. Her calf was rubbing on his shin, and the hem of her dress rode up on her thigh, showing her stocking top and suspender clip. Slightly turning towards him, she rested her head on my shoulder. The conversation flowed smoothly when I noticed Jim put his hand on her thigh. She took his hand and removed it.
"Not until we are on kissing terms," she told him.
Seeing his hand on her leg and hearing her words sent a rush of blood into my cock. I felt my heart beating faster.
"Sorry, my mistake," he said looking at her, then at me.
I smiled and nodded. He looked at her again, lightly touching her chin. He kissed her tentatively, and her lips melted into his in a passionate kiss. His hand found its way back onto her thigh, gently stroking it. I heard a faint moan in her kiss, and she did not object to his hand on her thigh any longer.
"Someone is having all the fun," we heard the waitress's voice.
My wife broke the kiss, and we were all looking at the waitress. She was smiling broadly.
"You can have all the fun you want to. It is all in the tease," my wife said to the waitress as she put our plates in front of us.
"I will remember that," she replied, then left us to have our dinner.
By the time we finished our food, the dance floor had started to fill up with couples swaying to the soft music.
"I'd like to dance," my wife said, turning towards me.
"Jim, would you dance with my Baby, she has itchy feet?" I said before anyone could jump in.
"I was thinking of you, Babe," she said.
"Just go and enjoy a dance with Jim, we will have many chances," I replied.
"Okay, then take me, Jim," she said, turning towards him.
We were watching as she swayed awkwardly in his arms, keeping a bit of distance between them. He leant in whispering in her ear, and so the distance was narrowing by the minute when she let his hand go and put her arms around his neck. His hands were on her back, holding her firmly against him.
"She is a beautiful woman and such a sexy tease," said Mark.
"You have not seen half of it," I replied, smirking.
"You are a lucky man to have such a beautiful creature in your life."
"Yes, I am."
"How was the meal?" The waitress appeared in front of us.
"Excellent," we replied in unionism.
When I looked at her, I immediately noticed she had undone not one but three buttons on her shirt.
"You are heading in the right direction," I said.
She leant forward to pick up the plates, and her blouse separated from her chest. I could see her white perky tits, and her red nipples looked hard. I smiled approvingly.
"I like what I see, just beautiful," I said.
"I hope so, I like to be appreciated," she said, her face only centimetres from mine.
I had the urge to kiss her, but I didn't. When she straightened up, I noticed Mark had his hand on the back of her knee, slowly sliding it under her skirt. She looked at him, then at me again, but did not say anything.
"I love a woman in stockings," he said to her.
"She is wearing stockings," he said, looking at me.
"If you would like anything else, gentlemen, just ask," she said seductively as she collected all our plates and stood there.
"Yes, yes, I would indeed," said Mark as he withdrew his hand from under her skirt.
"What would that be?" she asked, smiling at him.
"I'd love to have your warm, soaking-wet knickers," he said.
I looked at him, surprised, then at her. She was smiling and did not seem to be shocked or upset at all.
"It will not take long, anything else?" she said and walked away.
"That was some wish, but she will do it," I said.
I looked at my wife and Jim on the dance floor. I could see his hands were much lower than before, caressing her bum cheeks and whispering something into her ear. I saw him kissing the crook of her neck, and I knew she was melting in his arms. If nothing else, kissing her neck always turned her on, it was her Achilles heel. Her panties must have been soaking wet if she had one on.
Just thinking of it turned me on, and I wanted her to be a slut for him, for us. She tilted her head back and looked into his eyes. I saw the desire in hers, and their lips met in a passionate kiss as they slowly swayed on the dance floor. I loved what I saw, my cock was responding in my pants to their intimacy, and I was mesmerised by their sight.
"They are so hot, she is so hot, man," I heard Mark's voice. "I get turned on just watching her."
"Me too, she is such a hot, sexy wife. I do love to see her so sexy and seductive," I replied.
