Tracy and I have a great marriage. We get along well and have three great kids. We are both in our mid-40's and in decent shape. She is beautiful with blonde hair and great 34DD tits. She is always the life of the party and extremely flirty. This, coupled with her tendency to wear low-cut shirts makes her popular with the men when we go out.
One evening this summer we made a reservation at a nice restaurant we had been wanting to try. We got a babysitter and we were both excited to be able to get away for a few hours.
When I got home from work, Tracy was getting out of the shower. She was bending over toweling her legs when I walked into the bathroom. She was naked and her skin was bright pink from the hot water. I couldn't help myself as I reached down and supported one of her dangling breasts. We have been married for almost twenty years and I never get tired of playing with her tits. I gently squeezed her soft flesh and pinched the large pink nipple between my fingers. I marveled at the weight of wonderful tit as I palmed it, lifting it up and down.
Tracy looked up and giggled. "You just love those things don't you?" she said.
"You know it!" I answered, letting go long enough to watch her breast fall down and swing. Just the sight of that made my cock jump.
"Now leave me alone so I can get dressed," she said. I took the hint and went downstairs to check on the kids and get everything ready for the evening. I began watching the news and lost track of time. After almost an hour had passed, I heard Tracy calling my name from upstairs. "Craig," she called. "Are you going to change clothes?"
I hurried upstairs to get dressed. When I got there, Tracy was standing in front of the large mirror on our dresser adjusting her outfit. I was dumbfounded with what I saw. She was wearing a short black dress that was low-cut in the front revealing a lot of cleavage. Her hair was curled and hung seductively over her shoulders in golden waves. She wore black high-heeled shoes that made her shapely thighs and calves look great. The dress was clingy, but not tight and showed off her shapely rear end nicely as well
"Wow!" I said as I stood there with my tongue hanging out. "You look great."
"Thank you," Tracy said with a big grin. "Now hurry up and get dressed, we have to go."
I quickly changed clothes and combed my hair. When I came downstairs, Tracy was giving the final instructions to the babysitter, and we were on our way. The restaurant was across town and the drive gave us time to catch up. Tracy was in an especially good mood and I complemented her repeatedly about how sexy she looked. She seemed very happy to be appreciated and said she was excited to go out.
As we drove, Tracy put her right leg up on the dash. Her dress was so short that her entire crotch was exposed. She grinned and bit her bottom lip as she slid the tiny patch of her thong to the side revealing her neatly trimmed pussy. She began slowly running her fingers up and down her slit, stopping at the top and rubbing her clit each time. As she did this, I could tell she was becoming more aroused, and her pussy lips began swelling and sticking out prominently.
Tracy stared at me while she picked up the pace, rubbing up and down her now-wet lips and grinding her hand on her clit. It was all I could do to continue to drive with this going on next to me. At one point, a large pickup truck drove right up next to us and the driver looked over. He just grinned widely and honked in approval. Tracy hardly noticed, however, as she was busy rubbing herself to an orgasm. It was so sexy to see my beautiful wife with her legs spread in my car rubbing her pussy! Just as I was about to turn in to the restaurant parking lot, Tracy suddenly got flush, stiffened and began convulsing as she crossed her legs tightly with her hand buried in her twat. She made several grunting noises as she came with her eyes tightly shut.
"That was great!" Tracy said when she finally opened her eyes. She sat up and adjusted her dress as the valet opened her door. She seemed somewhat surprised by this and blushed slightly as she slid out the door. She shot me a wicked smile as she stepped to the sidewalk.
Once inside, we noticed a lively crowd. This restaurant is downtown and is surrounded by large hotels, so it is usually busy on the weekends. This night was no exception with several groups of businessmen drinking and talking loudly in the bar. Tracy and I made our way in and ordered drinks. We found a little high table to stand at while we sipped our drinks.
People continued piling in and soon we were sharing our little table island with a group of four businessmen. They were all in their forties, dressed in suits and ties. They were very average in all dimensions and extremely friendly - especially to Tracy. She struck up a conversation with them immediately and found out they were pharmaceutical reps in town for a district meeting. Tracy also used to work in this field, so they had a lot to talk about.
I was not really into the conversation but was fascinated by the attention the men were giving to Tracy. They seemed genuinely rapt by her beauty and wit and were extremely attentive. They were also extremely attentive to her cleavage, sneaking glances down her dress every chance they got. For her part, Tracy obviously loved the attention, and this made me happy.
After about forty-five minutes of conversation, the hostess came to tell us our table was ready. We collected our things and began to follow her when the men started booing! They begged us to eat with them and told the hostess to add two more to their party. Tracy hesitated and looked back to me for approval. I nodded and commented that groups are always more fun.
