"It's getting hot in here, why don't you undo your jacket?" I said, enjoying the thought of these three guys getting an eyeful of tit. "OK," she said, undoing the buttons and letting it fall open. I almost burst out laughing as one guy nearly chocked on his drink. The other two couldn't contain themselves and were trying to cover the bulges growing in their trousers. I was really getting into this when the waiter told us our table was ready. As he seated us in a corner booth his eyes were firmly fixed on my wife's heaving bosom, they even stayed there as he took our order. "Did you see that guy?" I asked as he walked away, "he couldn't take his eyes of your tits the whole time."
"Really, I didn't notice," she lied, adjusting her lipstick in the mirror while really eyeing up the three suites still in the lounge. "Oh, it's the other guys you fancy is it," I said, looking directly into her eyes. "All that crossing and uncrossing your legs, you're just an exhibitionist on the quiet aren't you?" She just smiled. "Didn't hear you complain, and it was your idea to undo my jacket."
"Well, now that it's undone, how about some of those buttons." With a big smile she undid two more buttons and adjusted the blouse to expose the maximum amount of cleavage possible. When the waiter returned he almost spilled the soup. "Thank you," she purred, then, in a very low voice, "do you have any salt please?" The waiter was forced to lean forward to hear her above the noise and as she spoke into his ear he got a birds eye view of her bra covered tits. As he walked back to the kitchen one hand was in his pocket trying to sort out a very large problem.
Throughout the meal Carol consumed several glasses of wine, something that always makes her drunk and when she gets drunk she gets randy. It's funny, but throughout our marriage, she's never once done anything to involve some one else. In fact, one night when we were watching a blue film involving one woman and two men she absolutely flipped when I jokingly suggested she might like to try it. But here she was, dressed to thrill and openly showing off her charms to complete strangers. I decided to see just how far she would go.
Finishing our coffee I suggested she go to the ladies and take her panties off. "You can let the guys at the bar look at your nice smooth cunt." Without a word she was off, returning three minutes later and placing not just her panties, but her bra in my pocket. She had kept her jacket on but left the buttons undone. We returned to the bar area but instead of sitting on the stools, I selected a nice comfy sofa directly opposite our three friends. As Carol flopped into the soft leather her skirt rode up showing a good expanse of stocking top and bare thigh. I noticed she sat with her legs slightly open.
The three guys were taking turns to look and I decided to find out just what they could see. Approaching the bar to order more drinks I stood directly behind them. I had a clear view of Carol sitting on the sofa and an even clearer view up her short skirt. Although in shadow, it looked like she was either wearing flesh coloured panties or nothing at all. Catching my eye, she winked and removed her jacket. Her big tits were now clearly visible through the thin material and the three men fell completely silent.
"Are you a resident Sir?" the barman asked, grabbing my attention away from Carol, "no, just here for the evening," I replied. "Well I'm very sorry sir but I can only serve residents after closing time." I checked my watch, it was 11:30. The meal had lasted longer than I thought. "Can't we just get one more?" I pleaded, "sorry Sir," the barman replied. I really thought the night had come to an abrupt end, just as it was starting to get interesting. "Hello there, couldn't help hearing your predicament, perhaps you and your lovely wife would like to join us for a drink, we're all staying here so it shouldn't be a problem." The barman nodded his agreement. "I'm Charlie, that's Brian and the big fella's Steve." I shock hands all round and called Carol over. Introductions over, she sat between me and Steve in the circular booth.
Charlie ordered champagne and explained that he and his colleagues had just closed a big deal and were staying over to celebrate. As the evening turned to midnight, three more bottles were consumed and apart from the barman we were the only ones left. Carol was really pissed now and I noticed Steve's hands brushing against her tits each time he reached for his glass, her nipples were so hard they could easily take your eye out. She in turn had her hand on his thigh, moving it up and down casually each time she laughed. It became obvious that not too much was going to happen while I was there so making an excuse that I had to call the baby sitter I left the room.
I hung around the lobby for a few minutes and then peeked round the corner. Carol was now sitting between Steve and Charlie and seemed to have her head thrown back across the seat. Brian was leaning across the table busy tweaking a nipple. As I watched, I saw her whole body shake and I knew she must be having an orgasm. As I approached the table there was a scurry of hands as they tried to close her blouse and smooth down her skirt. Charlie stood up and let me resume my seat next to Carol. They all looked a bit sheepish. "Everything alright," I asked cheerfully, "hmmm, couldn't be better," Carol replied moving back slightly so I could see her hand as it wanked Steve's cock.
"Well, I'm glad to see that some ones having fun," I said, releasing her tits from her undone blouse. "I see you guys have already found these," I said completely exposing them. "Hmm, looks like the pussy has come in for some attention too," I said sliding my hand up her skirt and feeling her cum soaked snatch. "Well don't let me stop you." A big sigh of relief went round the table and the three men carried on from where they left off. I moved aside to let Charlie sit next to Carol and watched as she now wanked two large cocks while Brian played with her tits again.
"Why don't we take this little party upstairs," Suggested Charlie, "it will be more private there." With her tits barely covered by the open blouse, we made our way past the bar to the elevator. The barman merely smiled, he'd seen it all before. As we got into the lift, the men were all over her, sucking both nipples while one of them fingered her cunt. I pressed the stop button and the lift came to a grinding halt between floors. "What are you doing?" asked Charlie. "We forgot to thank the barman," I said. "Carol, take your skirt and blouse off." The three men stood aside as without question she complied. Left standing in just her stockings, garter and high heels I pressed the lobby button. As our gaze met I saw a real wicked gleam in her eyes. "Good, now go and say thank you to the barman."
