Recently my wife Flora and I made plans to go dancing together at a disco in the popular Buckhead, Atlanta area. We work offset schedules and intended to have a rare evening out. We had been playing phone tag all day prior to our date as I was home in the morning while she worked and she arrived home after I departed to my job.
Finally I was able to reach her when she arrived home. I told her to get ready and that we would leave as soon as I got off work and cleaned up.
"What are you going to wear, Honey," I asked?
"What do you want me to wear?" I love when she asks me that! You see, Flora is a very hot Filipina, five foot tall, gorgeous skin, forty years old with the breasts of a 20 year old and a figure that guys can't ignore. She was a virgin at 38, when we met. But now she enjoys a very healthy appetite for sex. Frequently during our lovemaking sessions we fantasize about her with other men. She had a strict childhood and she is easily excited by the prospect of fucking a handsome, well hung stranger. Sometimes I will play the part of the stranger (minus the "hung" part, unfortunately).
"Wear the gold sleeveless and your thin black bra," I said visualizing how hot she looks. "and wear the stretch jeans and your black boots". My mouth watered.
I was so preoccupied after our call I could barely get any work done. Then my bubble was burst by a request from my boss to stay late to help him complete an order. I reluctantly agreed. I called Flora.
"Hi Sweety. Jon asked me to stay over a couple of hours."
"Ok Honey....so no disco?" she said.
"Yes, sure. Go and I'll clean up here and meet you there around eleven."
"OK!! Good, I'll see you there Baby." Like most Filipinas she loves to disco and was very happy not to have our plans canceled.
Order completed, packed and shipped, I quickly showered and put on the street clothes that I keep in my locker as a convenience. Perhaps a bit too casual, but what the hell, I had to go!!
A typical Friday night in Buckhead, the traffic was thick as I crept along Peachtree to the club where we had planned to meet. I parked a few blocks away and walked through the crowded sidewalks to my destination, paid (ladies free of course) and went in.
The smoke was thick and the music loud and beautiful people were everywhere. I ordered a Crown and Coke and began looking for Flora.
Between the lighting, the noise and the crowd Flora didn't even see me as she and a guy brushed by me going to the dance floor. He had one hand in hers and his other on her ass as they went to the dance floor. She had worn exactly what I wanted, her hair was beautiful, long and black. Her nipples made a faint impression in the material of her blouse. Her partner was tall and well dressed in expensive slacks and loafers with a tight, v-neck knit shirt showing off a well built physique. He was well groomed just like Flora likes.
I found a discreet place from which to observe. The song was a typical 80's dance tune to which Flora and her partner moved passionately. They ground their hips together as he used his hands on her ass to pull her crotch higher up on his leg. Flora responded by giving him an intense gaze into his eyes, her way of encouragement. When the song ended he gave her a quick kiss to which she meekly resisted.