After Joan's time with Eric, the afternoon in our hotel room was amazing. We had a shower together soaping each other up and playing around. The sexual tension was incredible and both of us were excited by what might happen that evening.
In the shower, I went down on Joan, licking her clit slowly while sticking a couple of fingers in her until she climaxed holding onto my head with one hand and propping herself up on the wall with the other.
I wanted to go again myself, but I had already exploded earlier and was still recovering. So, once we dried off, we both landed naked on the bed and drifted off to sleep. We slept peacefully in each other's arms.
I woke up to the sound of Joan getting ready. When I looked over, she was in the bathroom and was putting on her makeup. She saw me stir. "You better hurry up, we don't want to be later for dinner."
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and went past her to the toilet. After I had taken care of that, I went over and showered again. I needed to shave, and our previous shower time didn't include time for that.
By the time I got out, dried off and came out of the bathroom, Joan was standing in the bedroom putting on her earrings. She turned to me, and I froze. She looked stunning.
She was wearing a silver dress that hugged her shape and accented her breasts. The top came down just enough to cause a great deal of cleavage and made you want to bury your head in between those tan and soft tits.
The dress came down to her knees. Not slutty, but elegant.
The top of the dress hung on her arms, leaving her shoulders bare. When she turned around, I could see it came down to her lower back and showed off her very toned back. It showed that she was definitely not wearing a bra. She was truly a work of art.
"Do I look okay?" She asked doing a little spin for me.
"You look absolutely breathtaking." was all I could mumble back while I took in the view in front of me. "I've never seen that dress before."
Joan smiled and spun for me. "I bought it as a surprise for our trip. Do you like it?"
I just stood there with my eyes wide and nodded yes.
She giggled, "Do you think Eric will like it?" She said as she bit her bottom lip.
"I think if he doesn't, he needs his head checked out."
We both laughed and she encouraged me to hurry and get ready. As I got dressed, she paced the floor. She had a ton of nervous energy and couldn't wait to get the evening started. After I put my shoes on, she took my hand and practically drug me out of the room towards the elevators. I didn't know someone could move so fast in high heels.
By the time we walked into the restaurant to meet Jim, Cindy, Chad and Becky, Joan was already excited for what might lay ahead of us.
We got to the table and there were pleasantries all around. I noticed that Cindy and Becky weren't setting with their own husbands. They were sitting with each other's. I took a moment and acted very animated as I pointed at each wife and then to their husbands that weren't sitting with them.
Becky finally chimed into my antics. "Yeah, well Joan inspired us, so it looks like we both our dating our best friend's husbands tonight."
"Good for you two." Is all Joan said as she took a sip of her water. Who was this woman? She was more brazen and not the same prim and proper woman that I married. I was loving the new Joan and all that came with that.
I held her chair for her and as she said down, she started again. "But I can't take all the credit. It was Dave that encourages this wild ride."
They all grabbed their glasses and toasted me. "To Dave!" they said and laughed.
Becky then said, "I just feel sorry that the man of the hour will probably have to get sloppy seconds after someone else tonight."
I chimed back. "I'm okay as long as I'm included and at least get a turn."
Everyone laughed at that while Joan blushed slightly, knowing that my comment was a statement to the whole table that my wife would possibly be taking another man tonight. Both Jim and Chad readily agreed with me that as long as they were included when their wives played, they were fine as well.
Dinner went great. The servers were attentive, the food was amazing and as the night went on, we all had a little too much to drink.
After dinner we made our way to the dance club. It was a little small club with a bar at the back. There was a dance floor lit up in the middle and tables around the edges of the room. The edges of the room where the tables were, was a little darker and each table had a candle on it. It was a place to retreat when the lights and music were too much for a romantic couple. As a group, we made it to the bar and ordered drinks. I noticed that Joan was looking all around anxiously. She was looking over my shoulder when suddenly a big grin appeared on her face. She immediately stopped looking around and focused on her target. She had seen Eric walking in. He noticed her immediately and nodded as he walked directly toward her.
When he got there, we all exchanged hellos, and he even shook my hand. He got a drink himself and then turned his attention to Joan.
The band started to get loud, and Eric invited Joan to the dance floor. She looked at me and I encouraged her to go have fun. She mouthed "Thank you" and then followed Eric out to the dance floor almost running hand in hand.
It wasn't long before our friends, who had exchanged their wives with each other were out there as well. Since I was the lone man out, I just ordered another drink.
I found a high-top table nearby and went to sit at it. It was out of the way without too much traffic around it, so I positioned myself on a stool so I could still see all the action on the dance floor. As the night wore on, each couple or all the couples for that matter, took turns coming back to the high top to take breaks. They each ended up with drinks that they would leave with me when they went back out to dance. I was content to hold our place at the table and look after everyone's drinks. I am a people watcher by nature and really enjoyed seeing all the action on the dance floor.
Joan and Eric only took one break. Other than that, they held onto each other and danced. When the music finally got slow, Eric puled Joan in close. She was much shorter than him, so she leaned up and wrapped her hands around his neck and put her head on his chest. For his part, he just swayed and took the opportunity to let his hands drift down her back. By the end of the first song, he had both hands cupping Joan's ass. When she didn't do anything or object, he slowly rubbed and squeezed each cheek while they danced.
