It was finally Friday night and the babysitter was arriving. After what felt like a nonstop grind of multiple weeks without a night out we finally had a night out to ourselves. As always, I was the first one ready to go, and I was finishing preparing dinner for our daughter when the babysitter arrived. I was finishing talking to Danielle, our babysitter, about the updated nighttime routine for our two-year-old when my wife finally walked down the stairs. I had no idea what she planned to wear since whenever she sends me texts asking for suggestions I usually only reply with a nonchalant, "surprise me." However, the outfit chosen caught me by surprise. While gliding down the stairs at a pace much slower than normal, she paused halfway for dramatic effect.
At 5'5" my wife Raegan is shorter than I am but with the heels she easily makes up the few inches and looks closer to my stocky 5'9" height. Her petite frame was hugged by a tight black club dress which barely fell to mid-thigh, accenting her already long, athletic legs. With each step her hips swayed as the dress tried desperately to cling to her sides. Her top had a plunging neckline that was held together by two thin pieces of horizontal fabric that ran across her chest. On her neck, Raegan wore a silver necklace that dangled down between her perky "C" cups breasts that drew all the attention attention the area. Accenting the attire were matching dangling silver earring and bracelet. All of this rested on a pair of two-inch-high boot cut heels adorned with silver punk rock style buckles. Her short hair was neatly styled to the side and she wore smokey eye makeup completing her extremely seductive look.
My surprise must have been evident on my face since Raegan slyly told me to, "Pick my jaw up off the floor in front of the babysitter." With a quick kiss goodnight to the little one and some reassurance from the babysitter we hopped into our Uber and headed for dinner in downtown.
We arrived at the upscale restaurant just in time for our reservations and the hostess walked us to our table. I could tell My wife was slightly uncomfortable since her outfit drew eyes from all over the dining room. While many of the fellow patrons were also having a date night, none were dressed as provocatively as her and she doesn't enjoy being the center of attention. As a generally shy individual her face quickly became flush when she felt all the eyes on her. I knew that was the reason she decided to order a vodka drink with dinner instead of her usually Coca-Cola. Dinner was largely uneventful, and it was nice to get some time to talk without having a children's show on in the background.
We had a lot to talk about at dinner. For the past year Raegan and I have become involved in the swinger/hotwife lifestyle; even going so far as to get a 6-month membership to an adult club in the outskirts of the city. It had started with Raegan asking about the Reddit page I was looking at one night in bed. I was trying to hide the fact I was looking at a called 'Hotwifecaption' which was full of captioned pictures of women revolving around the hotwife lifestyle, but she leaned over in bed and poked her head through my arms and started asking questions. After the initial embarrassment I was genuinely shocked to hear that she was interested in the idea and was turned on, rather than turned off.
The next months moved from roleplaying in the bedroom to attending an event at the Swinger club to finally swapping partners with a couple very close to us. While extremely erotic in my mind and often the material for jerk sessions, I was unsure if I could actually go through with seeing my partner fucked by another man. That fear was quickly washed away when Raegan was laying on my lap facing me with my cock in her mouth, and her hips tightly gripped by the hands of another man as he pumped in and out of her from behind. The whole scene was almost too much for me and it took everything in my power not to cum down her throat a mere thirty seconds into the encounter.
The Mrs. and I soon began to role play another fantasy of ours. After roughly the sixth sex toy purchase I realized a common trend: my lovely wife loved large black dildos. I initially bought toys close to my package size and in girly colors like pink or purple, but soon she requested them be in black. And soon with this color change also came the increase in length and girth. We went from a collection of toys of six-inches in length and regular girth to an assortment of veiny black dicks as long as ten inches. I began to role play with the black cocks as I fucked her with them and was amazed that her tiny pussy could stretch and accommodate the large toys we purchased. She would make noises and grunts I had never heard from her before, and every time I penetrated her with them she vocally begged me not to stop. While I was gone on a lengthy four-week business trip, Raegan made videos of herself riding the dildos and role playing that a black man named Derrick was fucking her. She found the videos embarrassing but I assure you they were pay-per-view quality.
With the alone time at dinner we finally were finally able to talk more about our mutual fantasies. During my last business trip, I went out with some coworkers to a strip club and Raegan was extremely jealous. Being bisexual, she loves watching women gyrate on stage as much as I do. In fact, dancing on stage at an amateur night was a fantasy of hers, however she was well aware that overcoming a fear of being the center of attention would be her biggest hurdle. Well, attention and the fact she needed to learn some pole dancing.
I had told my wife we would be going out after dinner but kept the location of our post-meal fun a close secret. She absolutely despises secrets and I took great enjoyment in watching how she begged me all week to tell her where we would be going after our dinner date. As Raegan excused herself to the ladies' room I got the check, paid, and set up an Uber to our next destination. As we entered our ride Raegan just stared at me, implying she expected to be told where we were headed. I finally obliged and said we were headed to a Bar/Club downtown. She didn't recognize the name, so she Googled it on her phone. After a few moments or searching she found the establishment and began to read reviews. Whether she was impressed or not didn't matter since we pulled into the parking lot moments later.
I paid our cover and we walked into the club. Much to Raegan's pleasure, many girls were dressed in attire close to hers, but she gave me a frown when she saw the place was more of a dance club rather than a bar. I asked her to give it a chance and have an open mind since we don't get to go out much. Unbeknownst to her I picked this place since I know she only dances when she drinks heavily, and I was hoping she would tonight.
The club was larger than it looked on the outside; with multiple seating areas furnished with wrap-around couches. It was crowded but not so busy that you felt smothered. We made our way through the crowd to the bar. I ordered her another vodka drink without asking if she wanted one and a beer for myself. I asked if she wanted to dance after this drink and was given a sarcastic look, meaning, "I'm not even close to ready for that." One drink turned to two and then I needed to use the restroom, so I asked her to order me another round and headed through the maze of dancers to the back of the club, leaving Raegan at the bar by herself.
Unfortunately, it took much longer to use the restroom than I expected. Once I finally found the place I still had to wait in a line that reminded me of halftime at a football stadium! So, when I returned I wasn't too surprised to see my wife being chatted up by someone at the bar. However, what did surprise me was her body language with the gentlemen she was conversing with. My wife has no problem telling someone to "bug off" at a bar, so I know if she's talking to someone it's because she wants to speak with them. She was still sitting in the barstool but was facing away from me as I walked up. Her legs were in front of her and she was facing the man talking to her. He was standing with his leg perched up on the runner under the bar with his hand resting on her thigh. I also noticed she had a brand new drink in her hand and quite a smile on her face; clearly enjoying her conversation.
