Hey...this story is about my wife who likes to have sex with other men, and me who enjoys watching her. If you don't like this type of story please read something that turns you on. After reading this disclaimer your comments at the bottom validate your intelligence.
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Spring had sprung and Jolene and I needed to step out for a night of fun, deciding to go to a jazz club about a 20-minute drive from our home. I slipped into a nice pair of slacks, some loafers and a neatly pressed long sleeve shirt, I was feeling pretty good about myself as I left Jolene still deciding what to wear. My wife had just finished her make-up and was standing in her closet going through her clothes. I stopped at the doorway to take in her long tanned legs, fine firm ass and very supple tits, my cock began stirring as she told me to go away and let her dress in peace!! I reached for her chest as she pushed the door closed telling me I was a dirty old man!! I responded that was why I married a pretty young slut!!! As I turned the corner I thought I heard a shoe hit the door! Man I love my wife!!
I was sitting in the family room surfing cable when my wife entered through the kitchen. I just about knocked my beer off the coffee table as I sat up to take in the sexiest woman I know. Pretty red toenails were exposed under her strapped sandals that were clinging to her little feet. Moving up her calves to above her thighs I saw Jolene was standing before me in a short black flouncey mini skirt that revealed most of her tanned thighs and barely covered her firm round ass cheeks as she turned slowly around in front of me. Stopping to put her hands on her hips I admired the long sleeved white shirt that draped from her body, one of mine that she liked to wear. The white shirt is not quite transparent, is very soft and looks great on her fine body. The lower three buttons were buttoned leaving the upper four open, just about revealing her large breasts that were held in place by a white lace shelf bra, her hard nipples pressing against the shirt above the bra. As my wife bent down to turn off the remote to the TV I had a very nice view of her hard nipples as the shirt fell open. I had a feeling this was going to be a great night.
As I helped my wife into the car I noticed a small light pink thong covered her neatly shaved pussy as her legs parted and she swung into the passenger seat. Her skirt rode up on her thighs just about revealing her panties to anyone who could see into the car. As we drove cross-town to the jazz club my hand slid up and down my wife's thighs and lingered occasionally on her panty-covered pussy. I could feel my wife's pussy getting hot as my fingers rubbed over her neatly trimmed bush through the thin material. Jolene turned and lifted one leg onto the seat allowing me to slip a finger under her panties and into her slick pussy. Leaning against the door my wife opened her blouse and began tugging on her nipples as I finger fucked her while trying to pay attention to the road. Pulling off the highway I stopped at a signal light and really worked her pussy watching as my wife came against my finger. Hearing a horn behind me I came back to reality and made a right turn waving my cum covered fingers to the car behind me in thanks. It was just a short distance to the jazz club and by the time we arrived at the valet parking Jolene had buttoned her shirt back together and turned in her seat to check her lipstick in the mirror. The odor of sex was definitely in the car as we pulled up to the valet parking area.
The young valet met our car at the curb and quickly opened the passenger door taking in the site of Jolene's long legs as she swung them one at a time from her seat. By the look on his face it was obvious he was focused on my wife's pussy. I could only guess he was also treated to a nice view of her tits as she stood up while holding his hand. Taking my wife by the hand we entered the jazz club finding it not too crowded with several tables still available. We found a table about two rows from the large dance floor and settled in, sitting next to each other facing the band. Looking around the room I noticed several men taking in Jolene sitting with her legs crossed next to me. The waitress stepped up and took our drink orders as the band began tuning up. The lights dimmed slightly, the candle on the table casting a glow on my wife's white shirt, her nipples now as hard as rocks in the cool air of the club. As the band began it's first set with a slow number I took my wife by the hand and headed to floor with a few other couples. We danced a couple of songs and returned to our table to finish our drinks. Over the next couple of hours we danced and sat and danced some more, really enjoying the music and the club. As we were headed back to our table after a set we heard someone call Jolene's name through the dispersing crowd.
Turning to look back we both saw a man approaching with a big smile on his face, again calling my wife's name. Jolene looked at me then at the man and then at me and began laughing while pulling me closer to her. By the time this guy made it to our side of the dance floor I recognized him, Jolene's first husband Chris. They had been married for about a year but broke it off several years before Jolene and I got married. I had met Chris once before and he was an all right guy, Jolene had admitted she still considered him a friend. I had asked my wife about their relationship and she said they had only dated a week before they got married, had great sex but realized she could not be his wife. I had asked Jolene why she couldn't be his wife and she had told me he wanted to tag every piece of ass he saw and that kind of bugged her although she enjoyed fucking him. As he approached I could see his eyes roaming my wife's body from head to toe. So here he was now standing with us smiling down into Jolene's large breasts and reaching out to shake my hand.
The handshake was firm but quick as Chris turned and embraced my wife, giving her a long tight hug. If you have read our other adventures you will know why my cock began stirring in my pants. Jolene had frequently told me stories of Chris fucking her with his long curved cock and how she loved when he fucked her bent over a table or chair. Most of these stories were at my prompting and she never disappointed me. Jolene and Chris began talking as we continued to our table; them arm in arm and me following my wife's barely covered ass with nasty thoughts running through my deviant brain. My wife was between us at the table giving us both the treat of her fine body and as we ordered another round of drinks Chris was telling us he was in town for a few days and had come to the club with some friends of his. He was staying with a buddy and his wife while he was here on business; they were here as well as a couple of their friends. Jolene excused herself from the table to use the restroom leaving the two of us alone. We had some small talk about the weather and sports then Chris asked what I thought about Jolene and I told him she was the greatest woman in the world for me, not only smart but sexy too. He smiled as I asked him what he thought of Jolene, a smile that was deep in thought about a past memory. I was a little shocked when he came right out and said Jolene was the best sex he had ever had, how much he missed her large tits and tasty pussy.
I had not quite caught my breath as Jolene returned, not allowing me time to respond to Chris' comment. My wife took my hand in hers and slipped me something warm, damp and silky. My hand was clutching my wife's wet thong as she drew me to her and planted a long kiss on my lips. My mind was racing knowing this was a signal that Jolene wanted to fuck Chris; my cock was hard as we broke our kiss. My wife turned to Chris and asked him if would like to dance, taking his hand and guiding him to the dance floor. I stuffed my wife's panties in my pocket as they held each other close to the slow beat of music. In the dance floor lights I could see them talking and smiling, laughing and holding each other closer. Chris' hands had moved to the small of her back and my wife's arms were draped around his neck as they swayed together. My cock was hard watching my wife press her body against her ex-husband as they danced. Their legs were just about locked together as they danced, I was sure Chris wanted to fuck my wife. The set ended and as they made their way back to the table Chris was holding my wife tight around the waist causing her shirt to open revealing most of her fine tits. Chris held her chair for her as she sat down letting him take a long look at her legs as she paused with them slightly spread.