Everyone in this story is 18 or older. If you don't like stories with wives having sex with men other than their husbands, you can stop now. For everyone else, enjoy.
I'm writing all of this down because I don't want to forget any details. To say it's been a strange couple of weeks is an understatement. Oh well, here goes.
It was our ten year anniversary, and my wife Amy and I both wanted to do something special for the occasion. I booked us a reservation at a really fancy restaurant. I even got a limo, even though we lived pretty close to town. It was a no expense too great type of night. When I got home from work yesterday I rushed upstairs to get ready. I didn't want to waste a minute. My wife has, in the past, made special effort on our anniversary. What I mean is she usually does something special for me in the sex department. She's no prude by any means, but on our anniversary she goes all out. One time she sat me in a chair and gave me a lap dance that would put any stripper to shame. Another time, she dressed as a naughty maid and made a show of cleaning the living room with no panties. Stuff like that always had me looking forward to our anniversary more than Christmas. As I came up the stairs I noticed the bedroom door was closed, so I knocked.
"No peeking until you get out of the shower babe!" Amy said from the other side of the door.
"Now you've got me curious. I guess I can reign in my enthusiasm." I replied.
I went into the bathroom and started a hot shower. I had turned forty the year before and Amy was just off of her thirty-eighth birthday. My wife is a sight to behold on any given day, but I had a feeling she was going to turn it up a notch. She's got long dark blonde hair and was blessed with a naturally thin body. Her breasts aren't huge, 34 C I think, but on her petite frame they look bigger. The shower was the quickest one I could remember. When I made it back to our bedroom, the door was open, and Amy was nowhere to be found. I smiled, she was dragging out the anticipation for as long as she could, and I appreciated the effort. I dressed quickly; thanking god that my best suit still fit, and made my way downstairs.
"Well? How does your date look?" Amy said as I came off the bottom stair.
She was standing in front of a big window in the living room. The sun was going down and she was a sight to behold. Her hair was done fancily up on top of her head. She had long dangling ear rings with a matching necklace that hung down just far enough to focus your eyes on the swells of her breasts. Her dress was strapless and very short, almost scandalously so. It was a dark shade of blue that I can't describe. It was black almost, but not quite. Her long legs ended in a pair of very strappy heels that matched the dress. I drooled for a few seconds before smiling from ear to ear.
"I'm a very very very very very, did I mention very, lucky man." I said.
Amy's glossy lips smiled and I knew I was in for a good night, I just didn't know how good at the time.
Our limo arrived a few minutes later. Looking back on it, I think this is where the night started to change for me. The driver held the door open for us and I slid in first like a kid in a candy store. I mean, who doesn't like a limo? I turned just in time to see my wife sitting down. Her dress was so short she had to do some careful maneuvering to avoid showing the whole world her panties as she sat down in the limo. I saw the driver glance down between my wife's legs. It wasn't overt, and I don't fault the guy at all. He'd almost perfected the move, from lots of practice no doubt. The thing was, I got very turned on. The door closed and we were on our way.
"What's got you smiling so much?" Amy asked a few minutes into our ride.
"Oh nothing." I said.
"Oh no you don't. I want to know, you know how nosey I am, I can't stand it." Amy said.
"Well, when you were getting in the limo I saw the driver take a peek, that's all." I said.
"A peek at what?" She asked clueless.
"He looked between your legs when you were getting in the limo. That dress of yours must've given him quite a view because I saw his eyes light up." I laughed.
"He did not! Don't mess with me!" Amy said playfully punching my arm.
"Oh yes he did! I'm not making it up. I don't blame him, who could resist?" I smiled.
"Oh, so you're fine with some strange guy glaring at your wife's crotch?" She asked.
"If I'm honest, it kind of turned me on. It's like he wants what I've got. It's kind of exciting." I said.
"Well this is not the way I expected the evening to start out, but whatever. Now pass me that bottle of bubbly you horny old man." Amy smiled.
It didn't take long for us to polish off the complementary bottle of champagne. We were just finishing it off when we pulled up to the restaurant. Amy leaned over and kissed me before winking at me. I gave her a questioning look just as the door opened. My wife turned to get out, but instead of the acrobatics I'd seen earlier to keep her dress from riding up too high, she put one leg out and held her hand out for the driver to help her. This caused her dress to slide up her thighs. I couldn't see from the side, but the driver sure got an eyeful. He looked at me and I just smiled. He kind of grinned back and helped Amy out. As we walked through the parking lot I pulled my wife close and asked her what was all that about.
"I just thought you might get a kick out of a repeat performance." She smiled.
"Who's the horny one now?" I laughed.
As we entered the front door I noticed most of the men turn to look at Amy. I dropped back a few paces to let every guy get a good look at who I was taking home later. When we got to our table the host, a young guy with bright red curly hair, pulled out my wife's chair. As she sat I saw the guy's eyes glued to Amy's ass. I chuckled a bit as I sat down. It seemed to me like everyone was as enamored with her as I was.
"What are you laughing about mister?" Amy asked.
"That guy was staring at your ass when you sat down." I said.
"What guy?" She asked.
"The host, the one who brought us to our table. He was eyeing you up and down." I smiled.
"Oh my god! Really? He looked about twelve." Amy laughed.
"He's in his early twenties babe. Old enough to know a hot little package when he sees one." I smiled.
Amy took a little sip of from a glass of water and smiled as she looked around the room. I think she liked being the center of attention. We chatted for a bit while we waited for the waiter to come take our orders. I was still looking at the menu when the waiter came over. I heard Amy talking for a second, and then I felt her kick my leg under the table. When I looked up I had to grin. My wife had the menu held up against her abdomen, with her back arched to push her breasts out proudly. The waiter's eyes were hanging out of his sockets as he stared down at my wife's breasts. She had to repeat her order twice before the waiter acknowledged her. After getting my order, he staggered away.
"Did he look?!?" Amy hissed after he was out of earshot.
"What do you think? I think he almost fainted." I laughed.
"This is fun! It doesn't bother you does it?" Amy asked with a concerned look on her face.
"Not at all babe, it's kind of hot. Just remember who you're going home with." I winked.
She smiled and we went about having an absolutely wonderful dinner. She flirted a couple of times with the waiter as the night went on. As the drinks flowed, she got more comfortable, and we both felt like teenagers. Eventually we got back into the limo, with one more show for the driver, and made our way home. We made out for a bit and Amy told me when we got home she had one more surprise for me.
