My wife Jill and I were out to dinner one evening, and she was lavishing me with her usual loving tenderness that she always did -- stroking my arm, kissing my cheek, holding my hand. We were sitting at a booth in the restaurant, and Jill was sitting beside me. She had on a lovely floral dress that showed off her small but perky tits. Occasionally I noticed that her nipples would get hard, and she had gorgeous nipples that turned into jutting little bullets at the end of her tits. They would poke out against the material, obvious to everyone that she did not have a bra on. For that matter, I knew that she only had on thigh high stockings with a lace border at the top of them on underneath her dress, and nothing else, as I had instructed her to wear no panties. She did as I asked of her, and was an obedient wife, but she also like to feel naughty.
We sitting there chatting about nothing in general, when her hand began moving up my thigh. I had shorts on that were quite loose in the legs, and I too, had not worn anything under my shorts. I felt her hand start to slide up the inside of my thigh as she leaned over and nibbled on my ear. The thought that someone might see her hand up my shorts, along with the nibbling and sucking on my ear, made my cock spring to attention instantly. As I looked around, I noticed a guy sitting at the bar watching us. He gave me smile, and I quickly looked away. Jill continued to kiss me on my neck and ear, and her hand slid further up my shorts and brushed against my now straining cock. I felt my cock jerk as her finger lightly brushed the smooth skin on the side. She ran her finger lightly up the side, and paused at the top to swirl her finger around the now purple tip. Precum was oozing out of my cock, and her finger rubbed the slick juice around the head several times. My cock was so hard that I was sure that I would cum right then. Jill continued playing with my cock through the rest of dinner, and as we were leaving the restaurant, I noticed that man at the bar also leaving.
He followed us out to our car, and said "Excuse me, but I could not help noticing your wife's beautiful little tits with those fantastic nipples, and how she stroked your cock under the table. I have been divorced for several years now, and have longed for someone to pay me that kind of attention. You are indeed a very lucky man!" I replied to him that I indeed was, and we chatted for a few more minutes. He seemed to get increasingly nervous while we were chatting, and finally said "I just have to see and touch those beautiful tits! Would you be offended if I asked you to let me squeeze and suck on your wife's tits? I know that am being bold, but right now I have such a hard-on from watching you two at dinner." I looked at Jill, and looked back at the man, and then introduced ourselves so that we could feel like we were on a more personal level. He said that his name was Brad.