My wife, Ann, and I had had a lovely week in Amsterdam. We had visited the tulip fields, seen the sights, and on the last night we agreed to go to a live sex show. Ann dressed very sexily that evening with a completely see-through blouse that I had bought her, no bra so her nipples were very visible, and black stockings and suspenders but no knickers under a black skirt that buttoned up the front. She left a couple of buttons undone so that the tops of her stockings showed as she walked on her black heels. We entered this club which advertised live sex shows. We'd never seen one but thought it would be fun and hoped it would put an extra spark in our love life. As the night progressed we saw lots of girls and guys getting naked and kissing and caressing each other. The hard stuff was kept for later, by which time Ann's inhibitions had been reduced by the amount of alcohol that she had drunk.
Anyway, a couple came onto the floor, which had been set out as a comfortable lounge scene. They kissed each other removed each other's clothing. Oral sex was quickly followed by the couple screwing right in front of us. It was extremely well performed. I was sporting a stiff erection and I could tell that Ann was turned on by the telltale sparkle in her lovely blue eyes. Next showing was a lesbian scene and then a bloke and two girls. Last on the agenda, the owner came on a told a few jokes, mostly about his wife. He then said, "Talking of wives..." and asked if there were any wife watchers in the audience. Ann giggled and pointed to me. We never had, but I had often fantasized with Ann and she knew that the idea turned me on enormously. "This is Carlo," the owner announced and a very good looking, hunky guy came out and took Ann's hand and kissed it. He pulled her to her feet and she blushed as he led her up on stage. She looked amazing with her lovely full breasts showing through her see-through top and jiggling as she tottered on her high heels. Even with her heels, she only came up to his chest. Carlo led her to the couch and sat her down. Neither of us had realised that it was audience participation, but Ann told me later that she thought it would just be some innocent fun and carried on.
Carlo kissed Ann full on the the lips and I could tell his guy was good as he touched her, arousing her far more quickly than I ever had. He stood behind her and was soon stroking her breasts through her sheer top, lightly tapping her nipples until they stuck out like bullets. Carlo slowly lifted her blouse and continued to kiss her mouth and neck passionately whilst caressing her flat tummy. Then, with a gasp from the audience, he exposed her chest showing off her tits to everyone in the room. His hand moved and before she even realized it, her skirt had been unbuttoned and fell to the floor. There she stood in all her glory, my gorgeous wife in the hands of a complete stranger and wearing nothing but her stockings, suspenders and high heeled shoes. Carlo was touching and kissing her intimate places and she was obviously loving every minute of it. She just couldn't help herself.
By now Carlo had removed all his clothes and moved Ann to a large padded table where he lay her down. He knelt in front of her like he was worshipping her and lifted her legs to expose her trimmed bush. His head moved lower to nuzzle her sex and, when he pushed his tongue out onto her clit, she gasped out loudly. Carlo lapped away, sometimes dipping the tip of his tongue into her pussy, but mainly licking her erect bud. "Oh fuck me, fuck me," she cried out. He stood up, however, and moved around to her head. He gently tilted it back and presented his cock to her mouth. His cock was long and slim and I was really enjoying watching him with her.
