It was their anniversary and Amanda had picked out special sexy set of black and red underwear, a very racy lace bra that just about contained her pale c cup breasts and a matching soft lace thong that bit into her freshly shaved pussy when she first put it on.
She heard her husband, Dave, pacing around downstairs, calling up every 5 minutes to ask if she was ready, she pulled her dress on over her head, taking care not to mess up her hair 'perfect' she thought, just long enough in the leg to cover her stocking tops and just low cut enough to show her husband enough of what he was in store for later, she skipped downstairs, high heels in hand, just as the taxi pulled up outside,
"Perfect timing, I have no idea why your so stressed!" She laughed as they left the house and hopped in to the waiting taxi to take them to their favourite Dublin restaurant and bar.
Dave and Amanda where having a lovely night, both suited and booted, the wine was flowing and they sat and talked and giggled like school kids with a crush.
Dave poured the the last of the wine into his glass and Amanda jumped up,
"It's ok il go get us another bottle."
Dave watched her hips sway from side to side as she strutted off to the bar.
He pulled out his phone and answered a text before glancing up to see his wife chatting at the bar to a very handsome looking gentleman. He had a dark, fitted, pinstripe suit that looked tailor made, and very expensive with an even more expensive looking pair of shoes and Rolex watch. Dave has no idea what they were talking about, but Amanda was staring intenently into his eyes as he spoke and idolly twirled the end of her hair on her finger. The barman gave her the wine and she said her good byes and headed back to the table.
Dave watched as she walked over her boobs bounced rythmically with each step 'she's doing that on purpose' he thought with a smile.
"What was all that?" he asked, with a nod towards the bar as Amanda sat back down.
"Oh nothing, he's a businessman killing time before his flight back to America, Dale, I think his name was, he seemed nice," she said, with a not so innocent smile.
"Oh ok!" Dave pouted as he poured the wine.
Just as he finished a waiter appeared with a bottle of champagne and popped the cork. He set down two fresh glasses and poured,
"Compliments of the the gentleman at the bar." The waiter announced before briskly walking away.
"Oh my god this is €80 champagne!" Amanda said with genuine shock.
"We have to invite him over for a glass," she said, she immediately seen the look on her husbands face.
"Dave don't! He just spent €80 on a bottle of champagne for us, it would be rude not to a least offer him some of it," she said sternly.
"Ok fine!" Dave agreeded as Amanda was already summoning the stranger over to the table.
"I don't want to impose, honestly." The stranger said, in a smart American accent.
"Please enjoy the champagne, and happy anniversary."
"No don't be silly, please sit have a glass with us, you want to join us don't you Dave?"
Amanda said sweetly as she, not so sweetly, jabbed the toe of her high heel into her husbands left knee.
"Oh yes sure, please sit with us." Dave said standing to shake his hand. It was soft, golden brown with well manicured finger nails.
"I'm Dave."
"Dale, nice to meet you, your wife tells me you are celebrating tonight? Congratulations."
"Il get you a glass." Amanda said.
"No, please, the bubbles go straight to my head." Dale said beckoning the waiter over.
"Il have a bourbon in the rocks, put it on my bill please, thanks."
When his drink arrived dale raised his glass,
"To the happy couple, may you have many more years of married bliss."
They all raised their glasses and took a sip.
Amanda ran her foot up Dave's leg, stopping just short of his crotch, Dave shifted in his seat and looked at the stranger, his hair was jet black, with silver streaks at the front. It was perfectly cut and styled, his stubble deliberate and expertly maintained, even his aftershave smelt expensive. He was around 50, maybe 55 at a push, but he obviously looked after himself and as he opened his suit jacket Dave could see his toned body beneath his crisp, fitted white shirt.
The three chatted for another hour or so before Amanda became aware they were the last people in the restaurant except the very bored, exhausted looking staff.
"Looks like we should go," she said.
"Yes let me get the bills." Dale replied, beckoning the waiter over.
"Oh no, no, no, no. You have done more than enough, we couldn't!" protested Dave and Amanda together.
"Non-sense," Dale said insisted, handing over a credit card
"That's for both bills." He told the waiter before the couple could do anything to stop him.
"Honestly, please let me pay, you both kept me company when I would have been bored out of my head, it's my gift to the happy couple." He smiled charmingly.
"Besides, il write it off as tax deductible back home, so your making me money!" He said with a wink and a chuckle.
Even Dave had to admit, Dale was good company, smart, funny, full of jokes and stories. The three went outside and Dave stepped to the side to ring a taxi, as the line rang he stared at his wife's bum, it looked incredible in that dress, he thought about peeling it off her later and exploring her body when his thoughts were interrupted by the taxi dispatcher.
"Taxi will be 10minutes." Dave announced returning to his wife and Dale, giving Amanda a gentle pat on her pert, round bum as he rejoined them. Amanda blushed and said,
"I invited Dale back for a nightcap before his flight."
"No honestly I have imposed enough." Replied Dale, feigning childish embarrassment.
"Not at all, I won't hear it, you have been very generous to us tonight, the least we can do is entertain you for a couple more hours before your flight, besides the cab will be cheaper from our house anyway," she smiled "we will be making you money again." She giggled.
"If your sure?" Dale asked, looking to Dave.
"Yeah of course mate, not a problem," he replied reluctantly, it was the last thing he wanted, but he wasn't going to upset his wife tonight, not with what he had planned to do to her at home.
The taxi arrived and they got in, on the journey home Dave was sure his wife was flirting with the stranger, but she kept squeezing her husbands leg and flashing him the tops of her stocking, so he put it out of his head as her being friendly.
At home Dave opened the door and showed Dale into the living room
"Bourbon Dale?"
"If you have it, that would be great, thanks."
Amanda followed Dale into the living room and rubbed Dave's crotch as he passed to go to the kitchen to get drinks giving him a little smile and a wink on the way. Dave went into the kitchen and heard his wife and Dale chatting as he disappeared into the freezer for ice.
He finished up making the drinks and pushed open the living room door with his foot
"Sorry it took so long, I couldn't get the ice..."