My modest cock was hard enough to cut diamonds as I sat alone at a table in a bar and watched my wife Samantha get hit on by another man. The weeks after she told me about her experience with Paul had been a whirlwind. We had shared a multitude of fantasies with each other and we had introduced several toys into our sex life. I learned that my wife was not as vanilla or prudish as I had thought and she learned that I was far more open minded than she ever imagined.
Samantha had never been an overtly sexual person and for years she had claimed that she did not masturbate. Her fantasies when I'd asked over the years had always been rather benign with faceless men in generic situations but as she opened up I learned that she regularly used a vibrator on herself and her fantasies were more risqué than I'd ever imagined. Most of the time they involved strangers, bondage and dominance (or some form of power exchange) and aside from those few fantasies involving me the men she fantasized about were almost exclusively black. It was a dramatic change from what I'd been led to believe for most of our marriage.
I watched Samantha's body language and my heart raced. She held his gaze and smiled warmly as she touched her hair and cocked her head to the side. He was a light skinned, middle aged black man with a thick, powerful build and a slight belly. He had short, thinning hair with flecks of salt amid a mass of pepper on top but more gray at the temples. We hadn't planned on trying anything kinky that night and while we had on occasion talked about her flirting with other men she had never done so when I was around. But it had happened organically and that made it even more titillating to me.
Samantha had gone into the restaurant before me while I was parking the car. We were in Florida for a quick vacation and we did not have a reservation at the busy Orlando steak house. Samantha sent me a text telling me that the hostess informed her there was 30-minute wait and she would be in the bar. The parking lot was packed with tourists and it took almost ten minutes for me to get a spot. When I walked in, I saw my wife seated at the bar next to a man I did not know. I was curious and quietly took a seat at the only empty high-top table in the room as I watched things unfold.
It was a huge turn on to see but I had no delusions that anything would come from it. We had both agreed after I told her of my fantasy to see her with another man that it was something that would stay in our fantasies but still my mind was reeling. I heard her pager hum and Samantha shrugged disappointedly.
"I guess that's me," she said sheepishly. "It was very nice talking to you." My wife extended her hand and they shook hands, their eyes lingered for several long moments before she slowly turned and walked to the hostess station.
I followed her from the bar and a pretty blonde hostess led us to our table.
"That was a surprise," I said as we sat down across from each other and I watched her cheeks flush crimson.
"I certainly didn't plan it," Samantha replied somewhat defensively. Her chest was thumping and her nipples were clearly visible through her thin top. Seeing her excitement made my dick stir anew and the wheels in my head began to turn. I could tell by her response that she was turned on by what had happened and she was embarrassed about her excitement.
"It was a pleasant surprise," I laughed light heartedly. "It was very hot to see your body language. You seemed to like him."
"Donny was nice and very complimentary. It made me feel good and attractive," Samantha replied honestly. Her self esteem had taken a hit as she'd put on weight over the years and no atter how many times I told her she was beautiful and sexy she continued to hate her body. "And he bought me wine."
