My wife "Mara" and I were high school sweethearts. We started dating during our senior year, and I like to say we've never stopped. We dated throughout college even though we attended schools in separate states, then married shortly after graduating. While in college, my buddies used to share all kinds of details about their budding relationships with girlfriends, and I have to admit it was difficult to hear sometimes with my girlfriend being so far away. My friends all had tales of their sexual escapades in their dorm rooms or apartments. It was always fun to hear their steamy stories of wanton youthful passion, but I mostly missed this sexual component of the college experience because I always remained true to my girl in another state. Since Mara still lived with her parents while attending school, our steaminess was restricted to time in my car on my rare weekend visits.
We had our share of steaminess, don't get me wrong. But since we started dating when we were so young, neither of us have had sexual experiences with other people. I've always liked the fact that neither of us have ever slept with anyone else. It makes our relationship more special.
We enjoy celebrating our wedding anniversary each year, usually by getting a card for each other and going out to dinner. This year we celebrated a special anniversary by staying at a fancy multi-story downtown hotel for a night. We had been planning for some time to stay at the hotel, and I was especially looking forward to it so we could rekindle some of that sexual excitement again. I was hoping my wife would pack one of her sexier outfits for our night on the town. Mara is a beautiful woman, although she doesn't think of herself that way. I've always especially liked her curves, especially when her blouse was of the low-cut variety. Being a breast man myself, I couldn't have chosen a better woman to satisfy my desires. My wife is small in stature, but her breasts are an especially "outstanding" feature. She could easily attract roving eyes if she wanted to!
After our arrival at the hotel, we found our room and discussed our plans for the evening. We decided to visit the hotel's upscale restaurant for a nice dinner, as it had a great reputation. Mara suggested that I head down to the bar first, and she would meet me in a few minutes after she changed clothes. I was happy with that idea, so I made my way to the bar down on the lobby level and found a stool not far from the bartender. He was a friendly guy that happily struck up a conversation with me. After some time he asked what brought me to the hotel, and I explained how we were there to celebrate our anniversary. He offered his congratulations, although he couldn't help but notice that I was alone. As I started to explain that my wife would be coming down shortly, his eyes left me and fixated somewhere over my shoulder. He didn't say anything, but his grin compelled me to turn around.
Across the room I saw what had drawn his gaze, and I was as compelled as he was. A lovely vision of beauty had entered the other side of the room, dressed in a sharp little black dress that grabbed your eyes and forcibly moved them up and down her body in a fashion that might normally be considered offensive, but in this case I believe you'd be forgiven. It took me a moment to recognize her. My wife is usually of the shy variety, but this day something had changed. I've never seen her in a dress that hugged her body as this one did. It was one of those little black numbers with a low cut neckline exposing her beautiful cleavage, with buttons going down the rest of the way. It was certainly the shortest dress I'd ever seen her wear. She had curled her hair, used some eyeliner and completed the ensemble with a pair of sexy black heels. She walked into the bar area with a sexy confidence that turned a few heads beyond just my bartender friend. Although she spotted me sitting at the bar, she sat down at the other end. The bartender left me without a word and made his way over to her, asking if he could be of service. This was going to be a fun evening, I could tell. It was already highly unusual, for sure. Wow, I thought, my wife's wearing eyeliner! And little else. But this was a sophisticated look, not slutty. She was lovely, and I was loving this evening already.
After the attentive bartender served Mara her cocktail, she wasn't alone for long. I watched a tall, dark complected man cross the room and approach her, all the while staring at her dress and its contents. He said something to her, and she smiled, flipping her hair back with her hand. He continued with his compliments as he slyly pulled out the stool next to her and sat down. I think she was enjoying his attention as she laughed occasionally at his apparently witty remarks. I had to admit she was hard to resist with that dress on. After a few more minutes, he bought her a second drink as his interest continued to grow. Another twenty minutes passed, and he stood up with his hand extended, inviting her to dance. I thought it would end right there as she shook her head, but he persisted with his invitation. She finished her drink and rose to her feet, taking his hand as he led her to the dance floor. I was a bit shocked as I watched this unfold, but she was having fun with it so I just watched. She probably felt safe since I was there, I told myself. They were the only couple dancing, so they were easy to see from where I was. I tried not to be too obvious as I kept looking their way.
He was very tall, maybe around 6'-6", and had a lean, athletic build like a basketball player. He had fun looking down at my 5'-3" wife and her plunging neckline. He started with his hands being appropriately placed on the small of her back, but it didn't take long for his fingers to cheat down a bit. It was becoming obvious to me that his intentions were less than fully honorable.
I wasn't sure how long my wife was planning to let this flirting go on. After a couple close dances, the man guided Mara to a fairly private table in a corner of the restaurant. A young waiter quickly attended to them, and another drink was delivered to both. It was pretty clear this guy was trying to loosen up my wife, and I know it was working. A third drink is a lot for her. They were sitting right next to each other, and after a while he even put his arm around her. She was just letting it happen. My wife was definitely having a good time, based on her frequent giggling. Both of them were enjoying each other, and they weren't keeping their hands to themselves. I couldn't see what was happening under the tablecloth, but it had me wondering.
Finally, Mara excused herself momentarily and headed to the restroom, which was near the bar area where I was seated. As she quickly passed behind me, I heard her whisper, "Follow me!" After a few seconds I got up from the bar and headed down the corridor leading to the restrooms. Suddenly my wife stepped out from a private restroom and pulled me through the door behind her. Finally we had a chance to talk. Mara said, "Oh my gosh, I didn't know this would happen! I've never had a guy try to pick me up like this! I don't know what to do. I wasn't trying to lead him on, but he is pretty persistent!" I said, "It's obvious that you are enjoying the attention, but hey, this is fun to watch. I'm cool with it. This is an experience neither of us is familiar with, that's for sure. Don't worry about me, because frankly, the whole thing kind of turns me on." Mara said, "That makes me feel so much better, because I didn't know what you were thinking. We haven't talked about this sort of thing before, and it's our anniversary and all. I didn't realize it would go this far." She repeated, "He's really persistent." I asked, "What do you mean by that, exactly?" She responded, "He has been generally polite, but he is traveling alone tonight and is looking for a good time, you know? His hands are becoming less polite." I couldn't see what was happening below the tablecloth, but apparently it was racy. She said, "He slid his hand up my dress a bit, feeling my bare thigh, dear." I asked, "And what did you do?" She became somewhat embarrassed and said, "I smiled."
