Her First Stocking series, chapter 9
I was looking forward to a quiet weekend with my wife after an unusually busy week at the office until I received a text from her: "Babe, meet me at The Swann, 7 o'clock."
That wasn't exactly what we planned for the night, which made me wonder why she wanted to meet me there, what she had in mind, knowing the reputation of the club, and if she wanted to take things further, maybe in a different direction that we had not yet discussed. A week had passed since our "night of sharing", since the night I claimed her back, but we did not talk much about those nights, and truth be told, she did not even tell me what had happened either but rather kept saying she would tell me later, just to be patient.
I arrived a few minutes before 7 o'clock, found a couple of empty stools at the bar, sat down, ordered drinks for the both of us and looked around. The Swann was a club downtown that had a reputation for being sleazy, even though it looked like a classy place. During the week, it was frequented by businessmen and women looking for a good time, which for the lucky ones, maybe, just maybe, led to some actions back in their hotel rooms.
Being a Friday night, it was relatively quiet, even with the locals joining the business patronage who had to stay over the weekend, which meant there were empty tables to be found while several groups talking loudly stood around and a number of single guys sat at the bar. I noticed there was at least a 3:1 male-to-female ratio in the room.
I didn't see my wife walk in at first as the front door was hidden from my vantage point, but when she appeared between the groups of men who were all looking at her, our eyes met, and she smiled as she walked towards me.
I slowly took in her sight: her hair was freely flowing onto her naked shoulders while her tight, black dress hugged her body snuggly, revealing her fabulous curves, and it was short, very short, showing off her incredible legs. I had never seen her wear such a short dress in public, and with the combination of her black strappy stiletto sandals, they were legs to die for.
Her toenails were painted ruby red, and she had her anklet on her ankle too, while her cleavage was deep, not as deep as it had been last Friday but still showing a considerable amount of her creamy-white skin and breasts.
"Hello, Love," she said, louder than I expected. "I see you already got me a drink. Thank you."
"Hello, Baby. You are stunning," I said as she kissed my cheek. "And, yes, that is for you."
"Thank you. It's all for you, Love," she said, again with a raised voice, while sliding onto the chair nearest to me.
Her raised voice drew the attention of patrons, who had not noticed her yet but now were eyeing her up like hungry wolves, while I was wondering why she called me "Love", since she had never called me like that before, but I did not question her reasons.
As she sat there, my eyes wandered to her naked thighs; she did not wear nylons this time, and my gaze followed her toned legs right under her dress, which she noticed and slightly opened before crossing them. It was just enough for me to see she was not wearing panties either. I looked at her face and observed the heavy makeup she was wearing, just like she had done last Friday, as well as her brightly shining eyes.
"Do you like?" she asked.
"Yes, I love the way you look."
"I wanted to look hot tonight, like a sexy slut, for all the men to look at me and lust after me while envying you."
"Well, you have already achieved that, Baby."
"I'll tell you everything that happened last weekend by the end of the night, and when we get home, I expect you to fuck my brain out."
With that, she walked to a small couch and carefully sat down, watching me at the bar while sipping on her wine. I stood up, but before I could even take a step, a man approached and sat down next to her, which stopped me in my tracks. They exchanged a few words, then he left while her eyes found mine and she winked. I walked over to her and sat down where he had sat a few seconds ago. I looked at her questioningly as our eyes met again.
"He asked if I was available for a bit of fun and play," she said to me. "I told him I was already committed, and he said he was a lucky guy and wished me a great night as he left."
"Yes, that's me, the lucky guy," I said, smirking.
"Don't get too cocky, or you might just end up on the couch, watching."
"You know that is fine by me as well. I love to watch my sexy slut."
She put her head on my shoulder and whispered: "Hold me, Baby, and make sure everyone can see I am your slut."
I put my arm around her shoulder, softly kissing her hair, and when she turned her face towards me, our lips met briefly.
"Do you want to hear about last Friday, Babe?"
"Yes, I do. I do very much."
"Look at them! If they had a chance, they would strip me naked and fuck my cunt right here, right now. Just look at those hungry eyes," she said, looking around the room.