Kathi and I have been married for about 11 years now and just to set the record straight, the sex is great. But when I steady hear "eeewww" or "gross" when a sexual innuendo is spoken, the regular missionary position gets old fast. Suggestions or games go down in flames and I find that there are times when we don't make love for weeks at a time. It is times like these that my subconscious takes over...
...and I waited for sleep because I knew that I would dream.
It wasn't all the time, matter of a fact, it was hardly ever, but there were times when I could get her to dress the way I wanted her to. Tonight, we were hitting a German club that we (and a lot of our American friends) loved to go to. It wasn't often that we got a babysitter for the night so when we did, we tried to squeeze in as much fun as possible. "I laid your clothes out, are you almost done in the shower?" I said. "I'll be right out " came the muffled words of Kathi thru the door.
A black corset and a mid thigh plaid skirt that I had modified was laid out on the bed. Her spiked collar and a pair of knee-high leather boots completed the outfit. Funny though, as soon as she came out of the shower she immediately retrieved a pair of panties from the drawer. I was going to protest, but the skirt that I had modified now had two zippers on the sides going from bottom to top. No one was going to see the bikini briefs she wore, even with the zippers all the way up, but it did give the viewer the impression that she was wearing nothing! I love that skirt, it shows her sexy legs all the way up to her hip. Now, with the skirt and the corset that barely held in her DD tits, she looked damn hot.
We arrived at the club about 10 and things were already jumping. As we made our way to the table we normally sit at, we noticed that a lot of our friends were already there, John was one of them. He was a friend of mine, in the same Army unit and all, and we pretty much hung out a lot. He never made a move on my wife or even expressed any interest for that matter, until that night. Kathi was drinking pretty steady and by the looks of her dancing on the floor, feeling pretty good. John had just asked me if he could dance with her. "Why not man, go for it" was what came out of my mouth. Now, I am not the jealous type, but the most I ever saw from anyone is people turning their heads for a second look. The words that fell out of my mouth to John sounded like I was giving him permission to try and take her home! The left half of my brain was telling me that it was John, so it was ok. But it still went into panic mode as I watched them dancing real close. The right side of my brain was drunk or something, because the stirring in my pants made me want to see her doing something naughty!
About ten agonizing, sweating minutes went by before John showed up at the bar next to me ordering a drink. A little shyly, he said, "Man, your wife is hot! Is she wearing any panties? Cause I can't see any man!" I turned to look at her and she was strutting her stuff, flaunting and shaking it like she was in a contest! There went that stirring in my pants again.
"I don't see how you can stand it!" John said snapping me back into reality.
"Stand what?"
"Taking her into public like that, don't get me wrong, I like it, but damn she's sexy. Aren't you worried of other guys hitting on her?"
Pants stirring, "Naw... even if they did, it's all in fun. Anyway, as long as Kathi is enjoying herself, then I'm ok with it."
John started with a smile " Well then you won't mind me telling you that she's got me so worked up that my cock is hard as a rock!"
