My wife, Katie, and I had been married about 5 years when these events took place. She is on the petite side with small but perfect, in my view, tits. Katie, on the other hand, has always been self-conscious of their size no matter how much I compliment her.
Quite often we go out to a local bar for drinks and I prefer sitting at the bar. No matter how obvious it is that we are together, invariably someone would sit next to her and try to chat her up which she does nothing to discourage since she seems to love the attention. This used to aggravate me at first but I soon came to like it, even encourage it. We were in our late 20s by then and it turned me on that she could still draw that kind of attention. Some guys could get rather aggressive especially if I left to use the restroom. On those nights we would discuss it when we got home and it always led to some incredible sex.
After one such night I said to her "If guys are that bold when I'm there with you what happens when I'm not with you?"
"I'm usually with girls from work and you know how that goes, we don't have much time for guys trying to hit on us. Although they do try. Sometimes it's kind of hot."
"Like how hot does it get?"
She paused for a minute, apparently trying to decide if she wanted to tell me something, and then said "Well, one time I was out with a couple of girls killing time before meeting you later. There was a guy trying to hit on me but I basically ignored him until the girls said they had to leave. It wasn't time to meet you yet so I stayed and my new 'friend' took full advantage. He was rather aggressive but it kind of turned me on a bit. What girl doesn't like to be told they're pretty and he said he liked my small breasts.
"That seemed to be a bit to forward and then I felt his hand on my bare leg. (I was wearing a mid thigh skirt which had ridden up some from the bar stool). His hand was definitely heading for forbidden parts when I pushed it away and, stupidly, said "not here.'
As soon as the words were out of mouth I knew I'd made a mistake. Of course he jumped on it and suggested we go somewhere more private. I tried my best to convince him that that is not what I meant and beside I have to meet you in an hour which compounded the problem by making him think otherwise I would go with him. What the fuck was wrong with my mouth.
"Anyway, he jumped on that also and said we could have a lot of fun in an hour. That was when I realized he had put my hand on his hard cock and I was squeezing it. I quickly let go and he said "Now that you see what you have done to me don't you think you owe me some relief?"
"I have to admit feeling his hard cock really turned me on and I began to think I caused that and probably should take care of it.
Then I thought of you and what he had been doing and I said to him 'That hardon is your own fault and you should take care of it yourself. I'm meeting my husband in a bit and nothing is going to happen here."
"He finally got the picture, finished his beer, slammed the glass down and stormed off muttering something that had the word bitch in it."
"I couldn't wait to get home that night for some wild sex with you."
All I could say was "WOW, that was hot!"
"Oh, you like the idea of some creep groping your little wife?"
My answer was to plunge my rock hard cock into her hot wet pussy and fuck her like a mad man. Apparently it turned her on as much me as she gave as good as she got.
We talked things over quite a lot over the next few days, with me even telling her I almost wished she had gone out with him and maybe giving him a blowjob or actually fucked him. This kind of shocked her, but also turned her on to the point where we both were convinced we should see how far we could go.
The next time we went to a bar I made sure she was braless and her button down blouse had a few buttons undone. She was getting less uptight about her small tits and seeing her nipples pushing against the blouse she was turned on by showing herself a bit.
Now a female blouse buttons just the opposite as a man's shirt so that the open side was on her left so I made sure to sit to her right giving whoever sat next to her a chance to maybe catch a peek at her tits.
It wasn't long before a guy a couple of years older than us sat next to her and, of course, began chatting her up as well as trying to include me. At one point he went to use the restroom and I asked Katie if he's the one.
"Are you serious, you really want to see me get fucked by some stranger?"
"Only if you want to. He looks like a reasonably good looking guy and he really likes you. He's been checking out the gaps in your blouse all night."
"Probably wondering how a girl can have such small tits. Anyway, how would it even work?"
"I have a plan."
Our new friend's name we found out is Ray and when Ray was coming back I made a show of putting my phone away. When he was within earshot I said to Katie "Shit, I just got a text saying Joe at work can't make his overnight trip tomorrow and I have to go in his place. I know we had reservations at that fancy restaurant but I'm not going to be able to make it."
Katie caught on and said "Damn I was looking forward to that, those reservations are hard to get."
We really did have hard to get reservations and were looking forward to it but if things work out maybe Katie can still go.
Ray said "Trouble in paradise?"
I said "yeah" and then as if out of the blue I said, "Hey, what are you doing tomorrow Ray? We have these exclusive reservations and I can't go but if you could take Katie at least she can get to go."
"That would be my pleasure," Ray said.
You don't know how much pleasure it will be I didn't say out loud. "How about you Katie, want to go on a date with Ray?"
She surprised me by putting her arm inside Ray's arm and said, "How could I turn down a date with such a handsome gentleman?"
So it was all set. They decided to meet at the restaurant because she didn't want to be seen by our neighbors with a stranger while I was out of town. The only thing she questioned was why I didn't want to be there. I told her it really sounded hot but I didn't think I was ready to watch her fucking stranger, I'd rather here about it later.
And then it happened.
Katie dressed fairly conservatively since it was an upscale restaurant with a knee length skirt, nice blouse and a female version of a sport coat with no bra at my urging. (I'm not a clothes aficionado) And then she was out the door and my emotions kicked in. Half the night I had a hardon and the other half I wondered what the hell I had been thinking. I had no one to blame but myself. I had put this in motion and there was no way of stopping it now. Well, there was one more chance.
It was about 11:00 when I received a texts from Katie: