It felt good the next morning to awaken to the feeling of warm moist lips wrapped around my cock. I moaned and tangled my hands in my wife's short dark hair. I laid back and let her do all the work. It didn't take long before I felt my cum churning in my balls. I coughed and tapped my wife's shoulder as a warning, but Dawn paid it no heed.
Receiving the green light I just let it go. I relished the feelings of her ministering mouth. A few spurts later I had finished my cum. Dawn lathered my cock clean with her mouth and lay back with a grin on her face. I smiled at the sight of her pixie face gleaming with her spit and probably some of my sperm. Grabbing the sheet I dabbed her lips and cheek to dry them.
Dawn crawled up to snuggle against me. She asked me if I enjoyed what she had just done. I, of course, replied it was great and asked if she had liked it. Dawn scowled thoughtfully and said she always enjoyed pleasuring me but she had not felt the sexual charge she had the night before. This intrigued me and I decided to pursue it further.
I mentioned that perhaps it was the excitement of including a stranger that had turned her on so much the night before. Dawn grew quiet and listened. I theorized that being put in situations where she wasn't in control turned her on. I followed this up by saying the way to find out was to try again tonight. Dawn began to protest when I mentioned this. She whined she didn't want to find that out. That she was more than happy with just making me happy.
My reply was that proving my theory would make me very happy. In a meek voice Dawn said she wasn't sure she could service another man the way she had. I replied that if she were in a similar situation she could still either use her hand or her mouth. Either method would make me happy. My little wife shyly replied she thought she could perhaps bring a guy off with her hand. Sensing a victory I kissed her on the forehead, jumped out of bed and took a quick shower before heading out to the first day of the conference. A passionate kiss at the door (tasted slightly musky) and I was off for the day. My parting words were for her to be dressed for dinner at six, to dress sexily and meet me in the hotel's lounge.
The meetings went a little long and I called Dawn to tell her so. I suggested she go ahead to the bar and have a drink. I also said I wanted her to leave her rings behind and follow the same rules I laid out the night before. If a drink was offered she was to take it. If asked to dance she was to do it. If a guy came on to her she was to flirt with him. I walked into the bar about 6:30 PM. As my eyes adjusted to the darkened room I spied my wife. She was dancing with a young guy on the small dance floor. I decided to sit at the bar and watch what happened.
Soon the song ended and my out of breath wife stumbled to the bar followed closely by the guy. I couldn't help but watch him checking out my wife's tight little ass as she swayed to her seat. The tight black miniskirt set her ass off and displayed her smooth legs well.
She settled on the barstool and lifted a half finished drink to her lips finishing it in one gulp. The guy signaled the bartender and magically another drink appeared at my wife's elbow. Looking up my wife spied me at the end of the bar. Our eyes locked and I mouthed "I love you." Dawn did the same.
Someone must have fed the jukebox for a slow song began. The young guy, probably in his upper 20's, grabbed Dawn's hand and pulled her to the dance floor. As Dawn began to sway to the slow tune he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight to him. His hands began to traverse up and down her back. He suddenly stopped when he reached the area where you would normally feel a bra. I saw him grin as he continued to rub the sexy older lady's back.
I continued to watch as he got bolder. His hands began to drift down and slowly approached my wife's tight ass. Soon he was making small circles at the top of her ass cheeks. All this time Dawn remained compliantly in the stranger's arms. Each time they turned where she could see me we made eye contact. During these brief moments I smiled to encourage her.
When the song ended they walked back to the bar. This time the guy held Dawn's hand and was whispering in her ear. Dawn was watching me. I covertly brought my hands to my chest and mimed as if I were loosening buttons. Dawn knew I was signaling for her to loosen a couple of her blouse buttons and give the guy a show.
When they reached the bar Dawn told the guy she had to go to the ladies' room and would be back shortly. I nursed my drink a few moments and headed to the restrooms. As the night before the bar wasn't busy so I sneeked into the ladies room. There was my lovely wife leaning on the sink looking at her reflection in the mirror.
Dawn looked lovely standing there. She had a white blouse on and the black mini skirt. The blouse was made of some satiny material. You could not see through it, but it molded against her tits in a way that in this bright light you could see her hard nips tenting the material. The blouse was buttoned higher than I preferred and I mentioned that. Hearing my voice Dawn smiled. She unbuttoned one button and asked if that was better.
I watched her reflection as I had her bend forward. I could see the beginning of a swell of her breasts but was not satisfied. I told her to unbutton one more. She released another and when she bent forward I could now see most of her luscious smooth tit flesh. I expressed my satisfaction and circled my tiny wife with my arms. Dawn melted against me. I told her she had looked very sexy on the dance floor and said I was sure she had turned the young man on. It was now her obligation to give him some relief. Dawn just bowed her head and slowly shook it in the affirmative. I lifted her little chin to look me in the eyes and said she was to do whatever the guy wanted. Whatever except fuck him. Again Dawn shook her little head. I could smell the alcohol on her breath and wondered how many drinks she had consumed. Dawn has never been much of a drinker and it only took a few drinks to put her out of commission.
I told her to wait a minute while I went back to the bar. I had just settled on my stool when I saw the young guy's eyes light up. I turned my head and watched my wife approach. It was amazing the difference a few undone buttons could make! Now her tits had a little more room and they gently scraped the material, keeping her little hard nips pointing out, as her breasts slightly swayed with each step.