My Wife, The Restaurant, and the Ride Home
It was our usual Saturday night date night out, but this time I had a few things planned which were a tad unusual. My wife had a predilection for exhibitionism, although she couldn't really admit it. She loved for all her spectacular parts to be seen and watched, but in a way in which she had no choice, and in a way which could not get out of hand. Of course, since she couldn't admit loving being watched in all her glory, she left all the details to me. Not an easy task for me...but I loved watching her being seen and not able to do anything about it. In spite of her enjoyment, it was truly embarrassing for her, but she confided in me that she loved it, and the sex afterward was spectacular! So, I'd called the restaurant where I knew the manager, and made a couple of minor arrangements in advance.
"I want you to wear only what I've put out on the bed and floor tonight. Nothing else except, perhaps jewelry and a purse which you may pick out to go with the outfit. I'd put out only a simple black dress, cut very low in front, with a halter top, and a hemline which was a good 6" above her knees, a pair of skimpy black panties, a black strapless bra, and a pair of black stiletto heels....nothing else.
My wife was in her early 30s, a short-haired brunette with a simple, though ample figure...well-proportioned, shapely, with shapely breasts (all her) which jiggled and swayed a bit, but not too much, as she walked unfettered by a bra. Her hips were trim, as were her legs. I would guess she was about 5' 5", wore about a size 6 dress, and had something like measurements of 35-24-35, but I never can keep up with those kinds of statistics. I just know what I like when I see it, and I definitely like her figure...dressed or undressed!!
When viewed stark naked, her legs formed a tiny triangle at the top, allowing her shaved-bald pussy to be clearly visible, and her clit as well, which was seemingly always engorged and peeking out from its tiny hood, which, in reality, offered no covering or protection at all! It was always very sensitive and ready! Because of that tiny triangle and trim legs, thighs, and butt, her pussy was just as visible from behind as from the front! I loved just watching her almost as much as I enjoyed sex play with her, but not quite 😊.
She gulped audibly when she saw what I'd picked out for her but simply went to the dresser and picked out an appropriate necklace, bracelet, and purse to go with the outfit, and put everything on. She was stunning! It was cool outside, so she got her long, black topcoat to put on over the outfit.
We arrived at the restaurant and were seated at the table I'd specified in my phone call. It had bench seats with the backs to the wall, and a tablecloth which was substantially oversized for the table, allowing it to hang over onto our laps, and about 1 1/2' over each side and front. There were couples on either side of us, and everyone spoke politely to us as we sat down. The shortness of my wife's dress wasn't lost on the men on either side of us.
We went through the usual formalities of the waiter's telling us the specialties of the evening, ordering, opening the wine and beginning to sip it. All the while, I was tracing little circles around my wife's upper bare legs, getting her somewhat hot as I traveled higher and higher and then down to her knees again.
"I want you to go into the Ladie's Room and remove your bra and panties. When you come back, hand them to me over the table."
She looked at me in surprise...not shock, exactly, but surprise! She knew how she'd look to the men on either side of us when she returned, and she was already getting aroused. She returned to the table, this time her breasts swaying slightly with each step, and the outlines of her nipples were slightly visible through the thin, black material of the halter top! She handed me the bra and panties over the table. The action wasn't missed by any of the 4 people on either side of us. I calmly put the undies in her purse and snapped it shut. Then I returned my hand to her leg and continued toying and tracing my fingers up and down and in circles.
We continued to sip the wine. We'd drunk about 1/2 the bottle when they brought the food to us. As we started to eat, I moved my hand up to her crotch. "Spread your legs for me," I whispered into her ear. She complied. The tablecloth kept her pussy from being seen from across the room and either side. I started toying with her pussy and clit under the tablecloth. I slipped my finger up inside her and out again, across her clit, over and over! She was sopping wet!! She had increasing difficulty keeping her food on the fork, chewing, and swallowing. When her first orgasm hit her, she maintained her composure well, but moaned softly, stiffened a bit, and gripped the table hard between us. I didn't stop!
She whispered to me, "If you keep this up, I'm going to have another orgasm, and I'm so sensitive now, I don't know if I can keep any kind of control when it happens!"
