I took a deep breath, straightening my tie and adjusting my jacket. The restaraunt my boss said to meet at was very fancy, and I needed to dress to impress. I was working on a large company project, and we were to discuss my progress. It was a big night for my career, my possible promotion depended on how well this meeting went.
"Jeanette!" I called, looking myself over in the mirror again. My boss had suggested I bring my wife, and I wasn't about to deny her a nice dinner, or the chance to charm my boss.
But as I looked over her outfit, it seemed that 'charm' wasn't what she was going for. Her gold-streaked brown hair was curled and held up in a loose bun, a single ringlet falling to the side of her face. She wore makeup that made her ice-blue eyes seem to pop, and sported ruby red lipstick.
And her dress, oh her dress! It was a deep blue number, with a neckline that plunged in between her hips, revealing her flat, toned stomach and her belly button. I could see that she wasn't wearing a bra, and her C-cup breasts were almost completely visible. The bottom of the dress clung to the very top of her thighs with a thick elastic band, one that could easily ride up past her hips and reveal her tight ass and luscious pussy to all. She spun around to let me see the barely-there back of the dress, which lined her back with thin, criss-crossing strings until just above her butt, which the thin blue material covered.
"Like it?" She asked, and turned around once more, looking up at me through her thick lashes. I could only nod before pulling her against me, pressing my lips to her neck. She inhaled and let out a raspy breath before pulling away, whispering, "We're going to be late."
I ignored her and hiked up her dress to her hips, gasping as I took in the lacy, black, stringy thong that barely covered her ass and bare pussy. She giggled helplessly as I gripped onto her hips and dragged her close to me.
"Go change," I muttered, nuzzling her neck. "No one but me should be able to see you like this."
However, inside I was ecstatic. How long had I fantasized about showing her off in public, watching as others gazed at what they couldn't have?
"No," she whispered. "I know you want this. You were talking about it in your sleep last night."
I gulped, remembering the sexy dream I'd had of her in the grocery store, wearing no panties and a short denim skirt.
She smiled sexily as my eyes clouded with lust and pushed me against the wall, grinding her hips against mine. I slid my hands over her nearly-bare ass, groaning as my erection grew painfully against my pants.
I had just decided to throw her on the floor and take her when she pulled away, breathing heavily.
"We're going to be late," she said, fluttering her eyelashes, and pulled down her dress, swaying her hips as she left our apartment. I bit my lip, trying to hold down my impossibly hard boner, wondering what other surprises she had in store for me tonight.
We walked down to the parking garage, and I noticed that with every step she took, her dress slid further up her butt. By the time we made it to the car, half of her ass was visible, nearly naked with how much the lacey thong covered. I couldn't stop myself from looking around to see if anyone else was watching, but we were very much alone, or so I thought.
I heard a wolf whistle ring out to our left, and sure enough, a couple of guys were hanging out in their truck. Jeanette blushed and down, then saw her predicament and frantically began pulling her dress down to cover herself. In doing so, however, her gorgeous breasts spilled out of the dress for all to see. The laughter and hollers from the men in the truck rang out even louder, and my wife ducked behind the car, yelling for me to open the door. I swung the keys around my finger, smiling, leaning against the car door as I watched her pull her dress together and regain composure, at the mercy of the eyes of the men in the truck.
"You're going to pay for this," she said as I finally unlocked the car, striding past me and slamming the door. I shivered in anticipation.
The car ride to the restaraunt was cold and silent, which absolutely killed my once-throbbing erection. We arrived right on time, and my boss and his wife greeted my wife and I. My boss definetly took some time to scan over my wife, and I wondered if the view would help me get the promotion or hurt my chances. But from the small smile on his face, I guessed the former.
The restaraunt was very nice, decorated with glowing candles and long, flowing table clothes. When my wife walked in, it seemed every male head turned towards her, and with good reason. She was stunning. We sat at a booth, smiling and exchanging small talk as we picked our dishes.
I glanced at my wife to see what she was ordering, and nearly groaned as I saw that she was arched forward in a way that let me view her breasts in all their splendour, smooth, creamy skin and pink perky nipples. I felt my penis begin to harden once again.
My boner intensified as she slid her delicate hand up my thigh.
I snapped my head up to see if my boss noticed my wife's advances, but the table was tall enough to block anything from our lower chests down from view.
"So Jonathan, how's the project going?" My boss asked, glancing up at me from the menu.
"Just fi-ah..." I started, trailing off as my wife gripped my package through my pants.
"Jonathan?" My boss asked, raising an eyebrow.
Fury battled arousement as I stumbled around my words to give him the excuse that my arm cramped. He seemed to buy it, for which I was grateful, but my wife's tender touches were getting serious as she kneaded and massaged me through my pants. It was getting harder and harder to seem normal as I explain the project's progress to my boss. When I turned to look at her, she was staring down at her menu, giving me another eyefull of her amazing tits. I looked around the restaraunt to see that a number of men were openly staring at her, as she was not just exposing her breasts to me, but to anyone on either side of her. The long tablecloth protected my boss from seeing Jeanette's advances, but did nothing to stop anyone else from seeing her practically give me a handjob. The fact that tons of strangers were watching me be pleasured turned me on even more, and I was about ready to come in my pants.
Just before I erupted, however, the food arrived, and my wife and I were forced to start eating. I stole another glanced at her and saw that, once again, she was flaunting her breasts.
As soon as the food arrived, my boss began digging in, focusing all his attention on his food. Jeannette seemed to notice this, and lifted herself an inch above the chair so she could slide the dress up and around her hips. Now anyone watching could see her but and pussy, covered by nothing but a lacy thong. I nearly came right then, biting my lip to keep myself contained. Almost every man in the restaraunt was focused on my wife now, and I was so aroused it was unbearably painful.
The boss looked up, and at first I was afraid he could see my wife's near-nudity, but from his angle, she was simply wearing a revealing dress, and he began talking again.
My wife's hand was at my crotch again, this time she slid her hand under my waistband and underwear. I almost exploded at her touch, but looked at my boss and pictured him naked, trying to calm myself down. I felt something go around my cock, and for a second, I thought she had put on a condom for me, and I was grateful. However, as soon as I shifted in my seat, I realized it was not a condom, but a thick hairtie, and everytime I moved the slightest inch, it rubbed against my penis, stimulating me to no end.
I would kill her for this, I thought, coughing to cover up my moan. I would fuck her until she died of orgasmic bliss.
My wife seemed to hear my thoughts, and turned to me and gave me an evil grin, before pulling the top of her dress to the side briefly and jiggling her breasts. My eyes snapped back to my boss and his wife, but they were both buried in their food again. All the men in the restraunt were aroused now, and the mood had become significantly more subdued. Everyone was much quieter, stealing glances at what my wife was going to try next. I hoped she had finished, that she'd had her revenge, but she wasn't even close to being done.
After a few minutes of talking to my boss, my erection had calmed down and I was starting to relax. Of course, everytime I moved I felt the hairtie around my penis rub me, and I knew that my wife next to me was sitting with her dress around her waist, but she wasn't showing off as much anymore. But then she moved her hands in between her legs, pulled her dress even higher up, exposing the thong in a brighter light. I saw now that it was hardly underwear, more like a few lacy strings tied together. She hooked her fingers around the sides of the panties and pulled up, hard.
The string between her legs was yanked up against her clit, and I could almost feel her pleasure as she jerked the string around, causing it to rub into her pussy. I could barely pull my eyes away to meet my boss's and continue the conversation, but my ears were hyper-aware of every little sigh she emmitted from pleasure. I looked around the restraunt again, and saw that one man had taken off his pants far enough to jerk off. I was fighting the urge to do the same, harder than I'd ever been in my life. The knowledge that the string was stimulating her as much as the hairtie was stimulating me, her breasts completely visible to me, and the thought that everyone except my boss and his wife were watching her get off...
I was just about to excuse myself to go to the bathroom when my wife rose to do the same. I froze, looking at her, praying that she'd fix her dress somehow, and sighed in relief when in one smooth motion, she got up and pulled the hem of her dress down. I saw her set something down on the chair, but I was too focused on making sure that she'd made herself decent before standing. Looking at her walking to the restroom, you'd never suspect that she had just been rubbing herself in front of a restaraunt full of horny men.
I looked back at where she'd sat before and my eyes widened. The rest of the restaraunt followed my eyes, and there seemed to be a collective gasp as they all realized what Jeannette had stuck onto the chair as she'd risen to go to the bathroom.
The vibrating dildo I had gotten her as a gag gift stood before me. I gulped and met the eyes of my boss before he could come over to examine what I had been staring at.
