My wife, Ann, and I went out last night to a club near the downtown area. We like to go out to this particular bar because of all the professional men that come into this establishment. My wife enjoys it because of all the attention she gets from them. She is five foot, dark hair, with 36C breasts and weighs in at a whopping 105 pounds. She is gorgeous and likes to dress to attract all the right kind of attention. She likes to show a little leg and a quite a bit of cleavage. She often wears low cut tops with demi cut bras so that very little gets left to the imagination.
This particular evening was not any different. She dressed in a sheer demi bra under a wraparound top that was loose fitting and gapped open rather easily. Ann likes to wear thong panties and she wore a red lace pace under a black skirt that was slit up to her mid-thigh. Anyone standing near her could easily peak over and see a bit of tit without problem.
We got to the club around ten and she went to get the drinks while I went to find us a place to sit. She gets the drinks for two reasons. First, she gets served faster, and secondly, because she usually gets a lot of looks from the guys at the bar. This is her opportunity to see who might really be interested before she gets to drinking. This night was a good night for her. Two men started talking to her while she was getting drinks and she promised both of them she would dance with them. When she got to the table with our drinks, she was grinning ear to ear.
She had a very fun evening, with several men positioning themselves around us so they could watch her top swing open and show them some tease. She danced readily with anyone who asked, staying to the livelier music until she had a couple of drinks in her. After that she did not miss a single slow song, dancing only twice with me and the rest of the time with a couple of taller gentlemen who kept staring down her top when they were close together.
We left the club about 12:30. As soon as we got into the car she started on telling me how good she was feeling. She said she was pressing into the one gentleman named Stan, and he had a huge cock that was definitely hard as a rock. She said she was purposefully rubbing him while they were dancing and she ground her pussy against his leg. Ann said that she was sopping wet and removed her panties in the car to prove how wet she had gotten. She said Stan had invited her back to his place and she was so tempted to go. I told her that the next time she should go ahead and accept his invite. She smiled, "Really?! You wouldn't mind if I left with him the next time?" I said sure, I would be really turned on by that. We had discussed this subject before and she knew I was fine with it, and even suggested a threesome or more sometime in the future. She smiled, leaned back, took off her shoes and put her feet up on the dashboard. Her skirt fell back and exposed her pussy to the night air. She began playing with herself as we talked about her time with Stan and how much she wanted to see his cock close up and in person. Soon, one hand was rubbing her clit while another was stuffing fingers into her wet pussy. She had her first orgasm before we even got home.
