Since my last birthday, the sex between Cassie and I has been amazing. We talked about that night each time we made love, wondering how much further we could've taken it, dreaming up all sorts of scenarios and plot twists. Cassie's imagination seemed focused on the kiss that woman gave her, wondering what else they might have done together if we'd only had more time.
It was several months later before we had another night to explore our naughtier side again. We decided to head back into the city where we'd be less likely to run into someone we know.
This time out Cassie wore a little black dress, coupled with sheer black back-seamed stockings and red stilettos. My once conservative and reserved wife was now eagerly dressing to tease me (and please me). The keyhole dress highlighted her magnificent cleavage, and left her shoulders bare, which was quite sexy. The bottom of her dress hugged her ass like it was painted on.
Not having any specific plans, I suggested we stop into a bar for some liquid courage, and mentioned to Cassie that maybe she could find another woman to fool around with. I said this in jest, but her eyes lit up as she smiled her approval and I realized that she had taken that notion much more seriously than I had.
We walked into the first bar we came to and settled in at a high-top table against the wall. Our waitress promptly came over and introduced herself as Olivia, and proceeded to take our order. Her jet black hair was up in a bun and she had big rimmed glasses like a stereotypical librarian might wear. She was definitely younger than us, probably in her mid thirties with a studded nose piercing. She wasn't petite but she wasn't heavy either, she was just really curvy... in all the right places. It almost looked like she had a corset on as her waist seemed so tiny compared to the rest of her "proportions".
But what stood out most were the enormous tits that her T-shirt was barely containing. Cassie couldn't help but comment on their size the moment Olivia left our table, wondering aloud what it would be like to "bury your face between those babies". Cassie was clearly enamored with this woman's chest and I was happy to encourage her.
Olivia quickly returned with our drinks when I saw her glance down below our table and tell Cassie how much she just loved her stockings, causing Cassie's face to turn crimson with embarrassment. I could've swore she gave Cassie a once over as she chuckled at her innocent embarrassment, before leaving us to ourselves.
We sat there enjoying our drinks and watching the rest of the patrons, looking for the mystery female that Cassie might approach. I kept brushing my hand on her thigh under the table, gently feeling her soft silky stockings, while slowly trying to push up her dress as she scanned the room.
To be honest, it wasn't the kind of bar we had hoped for, there were TVs on the walls, and most of the clientele appeared to be business guys bitching about work or the ball game. There was music playing, but no one was dancing. We took our time scanning the room as people came and went, but no one seemed to grab Cassie's attention. I was grazing Cassie's tits and caressing her thighs every chance I got while she continued searching for her elusive prize.
I think Olivia may have noticed my wife watching all the women, because she approached our table with a raised eyebrow as she inquired if we needed refills. Maybe it was my imagination, but each time Olivia passed our table I swear I'd catch her leering at Cassie's crossed legs in her stockings and heels.
I told Cassie I thought our waitress was checking her out and she should try flirting with her, but she just laughed it off and said "What am I supposed to say, my husband wants to watch me fool around with another girl?" We both chuckled at how ridiculous it sounded and agreed it probably wasn't a great pickup line.
Olivia returned once again as we were finishing our 2nd round and mentioned that her shift was ending. She politely asked us if we wanted to cash out now, or leave our tab open for the next server? I told her we'd be happy to cash out now, and as she went to fetch our bill Cassie went to the ladies room to freshen up.
I settled the bill with Olivia, and deciding to take a gamble said "I hope I'm not being too forward here, but my wife and I are going to check out the bar across the street to see if it isn't better suited to a good time. If you're interested in joining us for a drink I know she'd welcome the company". Before giving our waitress a chance to reply or reject my offer, I got up and met Cassie as she came out of the bathroom. That relatively innocent offer seemed like such a small thing, yet my heart was racing, had I really just invited another woman to fool around with my wife?
We walked out of that bar still excited about the possibilities ahead, but a little discouraged with what we'd found so far. We stood on the corner deciding what to do as I held Cassie tight and kissed her, while palming her round ass cheeks over her dress. I suggested we visit another bar just across the street that had much better reviews. She didn't seem interested at first, but perhaps this fantasy of another woman was still bouncing around in the back of her mind, because she eventually replied "I guess another drink wouldn't be a terrible idea" with a mischievous wink.
We crossed the street, walked into the bar, and immediately noticed how packed it was. The place was full, there were no TVs or sports memorabilia, and people were dancing to the lively music. There was no place to sit initially, so we walked up to the bar to try and order some drinks. It was so tightly packed around the bar that you could barely move, Cassie spotted an opening at the end and we made our move.
The gentleman sitting on the bar stool to our right had his back to us, and Cassie was in front of me trying to get the bartender's attention. Realizing no one could see me, I lifted my hand under Cassie's dress to cop a quick feel when I discovered she was once again without panties. She looked over her shoulder and blushed at my realization. When I touched her tender opening, she was soaking wet. I effortlessly slid my middle finger all the way inside her juicy pussy on the first go.
I don't know if it was my constant fondling, or her thinking about hooking up with other woman, either way my finger slipped into her tight cunt like a hot knife through butter. I watched her in the mirror over the bar, and I saw her mouth drop open in disbelief as I penetrated her, but no sound came out. I stood there as if I was just waiting my turn to order, but secretly I was thrusting my finger in and out of my wife's drenched pussy while we were surrounded by strangers.
Suddenly, the bartender seemed to appear out of nowhere and asked Cassie what she was having, I watched her struggle to form a reply. After a prolonged pause she eventually said "mmmmmmmm, ugh, how's about a margarita and a Blue Moon?"
While we stood watching the bartender get our drinks I kept drilling her pussy mercilessly with my middle finger, you could practically hear how wet she was over the loud music in the bar. I leaned closer and kissed her neck softly as I whispered in her ear "I love my slutty little wife". I felt her tremble as I said that, I don't know how close she was to cumming, but she was clearly enjoying herself.
Finally our bartender returned with our drinks, and I reluctantly withdrew my finger from her hungry twat. I wrapped my arm around her waist as we walked around looking for a place to sit. She held my arm tightly as her legs still seemed unsteady from the treatment I'd been giving her at the bar.
Before long a small table for two opened up and we jumped for it. Cassie propped herself up on the bar stool and I sat in the other right next to her. I had my arm around her, squeezing her close and whispering naughty things in her ear as she enjoyed her drink and scanned her new prospective targets. I teased that she should cross and uncross her legs to give a show to anyone who might be looking, but she just blushed and refused.
We sat there enjoying our drinks while the whole time she was eye-fucking all these unknown women. I think it was probably just the pressure of the moment, because there were plenty of attractive women here, and several appeared to be by themselves, but for whatever reason she didn't want to approach any of them. I kept telling her what a naughty girl she was, and how hot it would be to watch her eat another woman's pussy. Her breathing increased and her eyes became glazed with lust, but the reality was a stark contrast to her fantasy. Fair enough, perhaps she was just playing along to tease me, and never really intended to do anything about it.
Just as Cassie was finishing her drink I noticed Olivia walk into the bar, my heart immediately started beating faster. Oh my god, what had I done asking her to join us? If Cassie was just teasing me about wanting another woman this could get awkward quickly.
Olivia looked quite different than she had before. She had changed into a red Lycra mini dress that practically looked painted onto her voluptuous body. I wasn't sure if she saw us as she headed to the bar to get herself a drink, but as she turned her back I couldn't help but notice that she too had changed into high heels and sexy stockings! Perhaps she also had a stocking fetish, I mean she had been starting & commenting on Cassie's legs earlier. Just as Cassie said we should probably call it a night, I motioned towards the bar and said "look who just walked in."
