It had taken me a bit longer to compose myself in the bathroom than I would have liked. I was still so worked up that I thought I would run inside, grab my wife's hand, and get her out to the car to finish things. But when I got back to the bar, someone was sitting in my chair, next to my wife. From looking at my wife now, though still sexy, she seemed like she hadn't just had me service her needs in the bathroom.
Sitting next to her was a woman, and a man was standing behind her. Honestly, I no longer remember their names, but let's call her Allison and him Rob, for the purposes of recalling this story. My wife quickly introduced all of us, then went back to whatever she was discussing in-depth with Allison. As she did, I looked over them both. Our new friends were maybe a few years younger than us, but not terribly so. Allison was a cute petite blonde. She had a tight skirt on, not crazy short, and a little tank top. She wasn't dressed as sexy as my wife was but she was still nice to look over. Rob, her husband, was my height, give or take, and had dark black hair. I sized him up, he was probably in a bit better shape than me, but not dramatically. From his button-down shirt and nice shoes, I figured he was probably in some sort of sales role. I complained silently to myself, I had little interest in talking to any salespeople at all - especially when what I wanted to do was finish things with my wife in the back seat of our car.
My wife turned around and grabbed my hand, and told me that the four of us were going a couple of doors down, to a martini bar and restaurant to try to get a table, and possibly do some dancing. The first part of that made sense, but dancing? That certainly wasn't something I did. But I smiled and agreed. She quickly engaged again with Allison as we left for our short walk over there, and I was left behind to talk with Rob. I was trying to come up with some small talk when Rob pointed out the dress my wife was wearing. He commented on her legs and hinted about seeing her breasts practically fall out of the dress. Hearing this younger man with a hot wife of his own appreciate my wife was nice. I commented on how Allison looked in that skirt, and he smiled and nodded, but said he wished she would dress a bit sexier. When I said she looked pretty sexy to me, he said what he meant was sluttier, he wanted her to show off. That made me laugh a bit, and further eased the tension I was feeling. Clearly, we both liked showing off our wives.
When we got to the next place, as we were being seated, my wife and Allison headed off to the bathroom. Rob and I ordered drinks and proceeded to talk more about our wives. I started to wonder after a few minutes why they were gone so long, but Rob poked me and pointed to the dance floor. There was my wife, shaking her ass to some song I had never heard before. She was sliding her skirt up a bit, showing off her legs even more. She was face to face with Allison and strangely close to a woman she had just met. I noticed some other men watching them as well, and the two of us just sat back and enjoyed the show.
They had been dancing for a couple of songs now and deflected at least a couple of would-be suitors who tried to join them. They came back to the table to grab a drink, and suddenly my wife had a little grin. She asked Rob if we could borrow Allison for a minute. While that sounded kind of sexy I figured she meant something innocent. He agreed, and both of the women grabbed one of my hands, walking me towards the bathroom.
