It was a rare night out for them. In to town, a meal, a few drinks and a dance, finally to the casino for a turn on the roulette wheel.
She was wearing a new zebra print skirt: short and tight, emphasising her butt. A pair of pointed toe black boots, which reached to just below her knee, leaving between the skirt and boot a stretch of tanned thigh. Underneath was a black g-string. Her top was white, low cut and tight, and an uplift bra emphasised her breasts. She looked great and he knew that the men in town that saw her would agree, as they always did.
They had ordered a taxi for 7.30. They had arranged for the taxi to collect them from their local pub. They both sat in the back and told the driver their destination. He saw the driver adjust his rear view mirror and watched as the man eyed his wife up. He felt the usual feelings knife through his stomach; jealousy and pride and lust, it turned him on seeing the effect his wife had on other men.
They paid the driver and he gave them a card in case they needed a cab later. "He reminded me of a bit of Justin Timberlake," she said as they made their way to a bar, "same eyes and mouth." She had the hots for young Justin.
They had a few drinks then made their way to a restaurant. She had her favourite : prawns to start, then a steak. He had mushrooms and a steak. They shared a bottle of red wine. Red wine always had quite an effect on her and by the time they left the restaurant, she was a little drunk.
They walked hand in hand to the next bar; it had music and a dance floor. They had a few more drinks and danced. She pushed herself against him and whispered "I'm horny." He was too. He could see men looking appreciatively at his wife. They had never involved anyone else in their lovemaking, but they had fantasised about another man joining them and fucking her, for him it was a serious turn on. He had tried to analyse why he had this fantasy; (it also seemed a common one for many men). He knew he wanted to watch, for him it was seeing his wife get pleasure, seeing her come, and watching her face as she did. Watching herself lose all her inhibitions and turn into a sex mad woman, this was want he wanted. Needed.
He rubbed his hands down her back then across the inside of her thigh, he felt her shiver and felt his penis begin too swell. "We'll have quick gamble and drink at the casino then go." She nodded in agreement. They left the club and walked the short distance to the casino. On the way they stopped in a shop doorway and he kissed her deeply. He ran his hands over her butt then up to her breasts. She dropped her hand to his crotch and squeezed gently. "Don't " he laughed, "everyone will be able to see my hard on."
They signed into the casino and went to the bar; she had a port he had a vodka and tonic. He was not a big gambler, he occasionally spent a few pounds on the roulette, and he knew his limits. He checked his wallet; inside was a twenty and two tens, enough for a bet and the cab home. His wife sat at the bar while he gambled, she wasn't keen and felt the money could be better spent. Tonight he lost the twenty quickly; there was no sign of his lucky numbers. At this stage he would usually shrug, smile sheepishly and wife and go home, but tonight he decided to change the remaining twenty for chips, and promptly lost again.
He made his way back to his wife and told her the bad news. There was a flash of anger in her eyes. He apologised and explained it was probably because of the booze. He'd make it up to her at home and said he'd pop round to the cash point and get the taxi fare and an extra 20 for her to buy something nice. She smiled and said she forgave him as long as he used his smooth tongue for more serious business later. He ordered her another drink and made his way to the bank. Unfortunately the machine was out of order. It stated that "all machines were out due to a technical fault."
Back at the casino he explained. He suggested that they phone the taxi firm that they had used earlier, he was sure that he had money in the house and would pay him with that.
They went outside and waited, they had been told the cab was on its way. When it arrived he could see it was the cab driver from earlier, the one his wife had fancied. The knife pricked at his stomach. "Back to where I collected you?" enquired the driver. "Yes" they replied in unison.