I had been living with my wife for over a year. She was quite tall and slim and pretty too. Very sexy, very smart, but best of all, she loved to party. Being in a huge city, bars, people and music were never hard to find. Sitting at a bar drinking beer was one of our favourite pastimes.
So we were out one night, drinking, laughing, dancing to crap music, looking at sexy girls bodies swaying to the beat. She was in her early 30's and I was 12 years older so we both really enjoyed looking at younger girls moving sexily to music.
"Do you like looking at them?" she insecurely asked.
"You're much sexier baby" I told her, I knew this game. And, at my age, was a master.
"Ha ha....I'm ten years older than those little girls."
"Yes, but there's not a man in here that hasn't taken his eyes off your arse."
"Who? Where?" I pointed them out. All of them were looking. It was something about the way she moved her body: so tall yet so graceful and the sex just flowed like a river of porn. I had gotten used to the staring of other guys, and over the months I had relaxed about it, evolving into somewhat of a quiet voyeur from the angry douche bag I used to be when I had first started living with her.
"And why do you think they are looking at me at my age when there are all these tight little teenage pussies available?"
I played the game, convincing her she was gorgeous and it wasn't really her unavailability that was the attraction to us asshole guys. We carried on drinking and talking, with her dancing attracting ever more daring partners -- one even putting his hands around her waist as they danced. A year ago he would've received the death stare.
We got drunk and left in the middle of the morning, sleeping through Sunday until mid afternoon. Oh the joy of no children. We snacked until early evening, when I suggested the movies. The game started again.
"What shall I wear?" I didn't play this time, but tried a different tact, knowing she was still on a buzz from last night's attention.
"Why don't you see how much attention you can get tonight honey?" I teasingly asked. She bit. I was smug. I selected a normal top, with a matching short skirt. No panties. I convinced her no panties. I suspected she liked the idea of sitting in the movies, being able to open and close her legs as she wished, exposing herself to the darkness.
She dressed and we walked to the elevator. I didn't mention that I was trying to get her horny as hell. Now don't misunderstand, she had her moments, but they were rare. We had a lot of sex for sure, but that dirty stuff that we pervs oh so enjoy, well, I hadn't had one of those sessions for some time.
The elevator arrived and we entered. I couldn't resist it -- I kissed her full on the lips, entering her mouth with my probing tongue, circling my fingers around her arse cheeks. I knew she was wet.
"Stand still." I commanded, and pulled her skirt down to her knees, her freshly shaved dripping vagina exposed to my hungry eyes. Her shocked facial expression intensified to sheer horror as the elevator slowed three floors from the bottom. She glared at me as she pulled it up hastily trying to re-arrange herself as a neighbour stepped in. He was in his fifties and I wasn't sure he couldn't smell her dripping cunt. However, had he gazed down, he'd have noticed her skirt on the wrong way round. Just as I had had that thought, he gazed down, and smiled. She blushed. Cool.
We spent the night flirting with each other, and, as she walked around the mall to the screens, she deliberately walked up a glass staircase, exposing to anyone below a cunt that I just couldn't wait to eat. I noticed one middle aged man looking up, hurriedly looking to each side to ensure his fat wife wouldn't catch him. His fat wife should thank us; she'd be getting a good pussy pounding tonight for sure.
We enjoyed the night. I didn't want to spoil it getting ejected from the movie for finger banging a girl I'd be cock banging a couple of hours later. I wasn't 17 after all, was I?
We got home and fucked like the 17year olds that we weren't, and I waited for the weekend, hoping I could use my not so ingenious methods to make her hot again.
Friday night came, and we played the dressing game again. Not wanting to repeat last weekend's trick I selected an even shorter skirt but with ultra tight black gloss leggings. I nearly came in my pants as she pulled them on and they went right up the crack or her arse.
We finished a bottle of wine and left for our local bar. We didn't know anyone there except the barman, who set us up some drinks as we walked in.
She was already tipsy, and after a couple more and some flirting with the barman she wanted a dance. Damn she looked hot; my cock started to twitch watching her move. There were a lot of eyes on her too, men, boys, and horny girls. I wanted to fuck her there and then.
The drinking and dancing continued for a few hours. I limited myself as the whole point of showing her off was to get her horny enough for a dirty session, something that wouldn't happen with too much alcohol.
She was getting wilder, arms around guys' necks, their hands on her hips. She came back to finish off yet another glass and said she was sweating and asked if it was ok to take off the leggings. I suggested no and that perhaps the skirt removed would cool her somewhat and still retain some dignity. She agreed and went to the toilet and unclasped the skirt, putting it in her handbag.
Watching her walk back I realized I was getting anxious with nerves at everyone looking. Her leggings showed everything, even pulling tight up her vagina. Camel toe gold medal; and the girl did have big pussy lips.
She gave me a slutty kiss and told me to check her bag as she went off to dance. I opened it -- the tiny skirt was folded, and on top, her wet string. I'd been chatting most of the evening to a nice middle aged couple at the bar as the drunken babe danced with everyone and anyone. They asked me what she'd put in the bag, so, in my drunken haze, I opened it and showed them, getting a nervous heartbeat as a strange man looked at my girlfriend's soaking panties. His wife giggled, looked up, and jokingly suggested he go dance with the girl with no pants on. He did. There were men all around her, staring at her arse and prominent cunny lips.
He walked up to her and put his arms around her neck, softly grinding into her. My cock jumped, his wife placed her hand on my knee and smiled at me with a slutty drunken look. She was about my age, way too old for me, and slightly chubby, in a sexy way. She rubbed up my knee as she watched her husband, who by now had lowered his hands to my wife's hips, and found my throbbing cock. I swallowed dryly with surprise and tried to ignore her by taking a huge swig of beer, as I watched a strange man, who knew she was wearing no panties, grind his obviously swollen tool into my wife's crotch. I couldn't wait to get her home.
