We were anxiously looking forward to this night out. It had been a couple of weeks since we could take the old expense account out for a ride. Lynn and I are successful, upwardly mobile people. We both work. We love our kids. And we have grown increasingly experimental and intimate in our sex life.
My wife is beautiful. She is a head turner. I could describe her breasts, her ass, and her long legs, but what turns me on – and turns others on – are her eyes. When she locks in to you, you feel like you are the only man on earth and she wants you. I’ve observed her power over the years and I’ve been grateful that she meant it with me. But she has left several men in her wake with unrequited crushes.
This night, we were taking a client of mine and his wife out with another friend, a man named Brad who used to be a co-worker with my wife. I love seeing Lynn dress up in sexy outfits, something she does too rarely for my taste. So I helped it along by doing what I’ve read other men do – I went out and bought her an outfit that I hoped would do justice to her physical charms. Her blouse was low cut. Her black bra pushed her breasts up. And her long black skirt had a slit up the side that showed a lot of leg.
We were the last to arrive at the restaurant and when Lynn’s friend Brad saw her, I thought his eyes were going to pop out. He hugged her and as they broke their embrace, I thought he may have lost something in her cleavage because he couldn’t stop staring. Lynn told me before dinner that he thought Brad might not be getting much at home these days.
We ordered drinks and sat at a booth. I was in the middle with my client and his wife to my left, my wife to my right and Brad next to her. This was a business dinner but we were also there to have fun and the wine was flowing freely.
The next thing that I noticed was that Brad had one hand on the table and the other, the one closest to Lynn, was underneath the table, obscured by both darkness and tablecloth. Lynn was her typically flirtatious self and was paying close attention to Brad’s every word. I looked closely at Brad. Not a bad looking guy, but not a cover model either. He was obviously athletic and there was something about him that I could interpret as a smoky charm. Lynn had always liked him as a friend.
During appetizers, I noticed that one of Lynn’s hands had also disappeared under the table. This got my mind reeling. Were they holding hands under the table? Or was something else being touched? When dinner came, it seemed as if there was always at least one of their hands not in sight, and I started to get turned on by my overactive imagination.
As dessert was served, my clients got a cell call from their babysitter checking on their timetable. They began to make their apologies and got up to leave. I hated to think that dinner was over but I didn’t want to be rude. At that moment, Lynn reached under the table with her hand and grabbed my semi-hard cock as if to make sure I know not to stand up or leave. I looked at her and there they were. Those eyes. They were on fire.
