One night while the wife and I were out partying at a club on the East side of the River we ended up sharing a table with a gentleman named Bill in his late thirty's or early forties.
The place was packed and there was virtually nowhere to sit so since he seemed to be by himself we asked if we could join him and he graciously agreed.
We found out through casual chat that he was recently divorced and was just here to let go a little and try to forget all the years he had spent in his marriage.
After quite a few drinks and a few hours of conversation we felt like we had known Bill for a long time and we were both very at ease around him.
The more we drank the more we enjoyed Bills company and the dialogue became more open and at times very revealing about intimate details and fantasies etc.
The discussion was very open and we found out that Bill was very open minded sexually and although he had not experienced a lot of things he was willing to try new things since his divorce.
We talked about a little of everything under the sun but it seemed that something sexual made it into the conversation sooner or later.
Bill finally said he hated to leave such good company but the band was giving him a headache and he thought he was going to go over to one of the Gentleman's clubs that were within walking distance so we bided him farewell.
After another drink the wife and I decided it might be fun to go to one of the clubs ourselves so we left and picked a club.
We were amazed that almost as soon as we walked in we spotted Bill sitting at a booth toward the rear of the club in a rather secluded area.
When he noticed us come in he motioned for us to come over and he offered for us to join him again, which we did.
My wife has fantasies about being with another woman so the clubs atmosphere was very intoxicating to her in the least.
As we drank and chatted my wife was watching all the action on the stages and I could tell she was envious of the men up there getting rubbed all over by those near naked women.
After watching her squirm in her seat for quite some time I decided to surprise her, so when she took a break to the restroom I caught a slender brunette I had seen my wife admiring and paid for my wife to have a private dance.
When my wife returned from the restroom and sat down Bill and I just smiled at each other with a knowing grin and my wife asked what we were up to and we replied she would soon find out.
A few minutes later the Brunette came over to our table and told my wife that someone had bought her a private dance and would she please come with her.
She took my wife by the hand and led her off to the private dance area in the rear of the club.
As they disappeared around the corner Bill asked if I thought she would be mad and I said she might have been a little embarrassed at being caught off guard but with having a few drinks in her it wouldn't take long for her to forget about that and enjoy what I had presented her with.
A private dance usually only lasts two songs but it was at least four songs before we noticed my wife headed back to our table with a smile and a very flushed look on her face.
When she sat down she said that the dancer had removed her thong panties off her and told her she would keep them warm for her until she got another dance and then she would give them back.
She filled us in on the details of everything the dancer had done to her while dancing for her.
Bill and I both said that my wife must have been something special because you usually don't get that type of treatment from a dancer.
From listening to my wife I couldn't tell who enjoyed it the most, my wife or the dancer.
The next time we saw the brunette dancing up on the stage she was wearing my wife's thong and she gave our table the biggest smile.
My wife was shocked to see the dancer wearing her underwear but she admitted that the thought of the dancers pussy being where hers had been a few short minutes before really excited her.
After the dance was over the brunette came over to our table and reached out for my wife and said that this one was on the house and she led my wife away once again.
After about another four songs or so the wife came back to the table and when she sat down she opened her hand and showed us that she had retrieved her thong.
She said that the brunette (whom we found out from my wife to be named Bethany) made her slide the thong from her and that she was so close that my wife could smell a hint her female scent and wondered if the Bethany was as excited as my wife.
My wife was sitting between Bill and I and we both leaned in eager to catch every juicy detail as my wife replayed the latest dance session she had just experienced.
After a few more drinks and all the details relived for Bill and my enjoyment my wife said she was soaking wet and she took my hand and put it between her legs to let me feel her naked pussy and I was surprised at how wet she actually was.
After I removed my hand from under her skirt she kind of gave me a look and rolled her eyes toward Bill and I gave her a nod and before he knew what was happening my wife had taken Bills hand and was guiding it under her skirt.
He resisted at first but noticed that I didn't give him any sign of disapproval so he let her put his hand under her skirt.
She let out a slight moan at the touch of a strangers hand on her pussy and then a little gasp escaped her lips as Bill slid a finger into her soaking wet pussy.
After a minute or so she pulled his hand from under her skirt and as she looked him in the eyes she sucked her own juices from his finger.
Bill said that that wasn't fair that he wanted to taste it and she looked at him and told him he was welcome to wet it again if he wanted to and it didn't take much for his finger to once again be buried inside my wifes hot dripping wet pussy.
When he pulled it out he raised it to his face and the juices glistened in the light from the club and he ever so slowly sucked the finger clean.
He then looked at me and said I was probably the luckiest man he knew and I readily agreed.
It almost seemed like we had went as far as we could go in the club without actually having sex right there on the table so I suggested we go outside and get some air to which everyone agreed.
When we stepped out of the club into the chilly night air my wife let out a deep breath and shivered and said the cold air felt good on her hot pussy.
We stood around for a few minutes and then the wife said she was ready to go back to the motel so I told her I would catch us a Cab as they were always waiting outside the clubs to take the lonely drunks back to their point of origin.
Before I could signal for a cab Bill offered to give us a ride wherever we needed to go and we quickly accepted.
Bill told us to wait right there and he would go get his car and come around to pick us up.