I guess I am a bit shocked by some of the comments about my writing. These are all true stories written by a guy that is very proud of his wife. I apologize they are not akin to the writings of Poe. I would really like to ask the people that seem offended by the subject matter one question: Why do you come to a website that offers fiction or true stories about erotic adventures and then get all offended because the stories are erotic?
The day after my wife's evening with the gentleman from the internet she was in an extremely relaxed and happy mood. She was considerably more confident in herself. We were going to go out for dinner that night so her idea of attire was considerably more daring than I was expecting. The dress she was wearing was very short with a flowing type skirt, heels, and a halter top that accentuated her beautiful breasts and showed considerable cleavage. Normally when she dresses like that she wants to head somewhere that no one recognizes her.
When I asked where we were heading she said the bar/grill we normally hang out at in town. After I closed my mouth we headed out. When we walked in the bar, time almost stood still. Lots of eyes were on her and she soaked up every bit of the attention she got and walked right through the middle of the bar to a bar stool and plopped herself down on the stool letting her skirt flow right over the seat. It seemed like every guy that we had ever met or even looked in their direction a year ago all of a sudden had to come and chat with us. She was in heaven with all the discrete little pats on the back or quick rubs of her leg while they said, "Hi". After a couple drinks we found a table and ate dinner.
As we finished dinner the band was just starting to set up. Neither one of us is really into dancing unless games are afoot so I just assumed it was time to head home to enjoy one last night of freedom before the kids come home the next day. Apparently, my beautiful wife was enjoying her new found confidence because she said she wanted to stay and we should head to the bar and get some more drinks. When the band started up she walked straight out on the dance floor and started dancing by herself. She danced right into a group of people that were more than welcoming to invite her into their group. Since she doesn't dance very often she would take pretty frequent breaks with me. After the third break she never came back to me for a break, but I never thought much about it because I was busy talking with different people I knew. Every time I looked at the dance floor she was dancing like there was no tomorrow. Keep in mind it is a small but packed bar in a small vacation town. Eventually she came back and said it was time to go and the night came to a close.
She was a little tipsy when we got to the car. I always love when she gets that way because she is so unpredictable. This time she didn't disappoint! She started telling me how proud I should be of her. A little confused, I told her I am always proud of you. She said, you should be proud because I stuck to the rules I made for myself tonight. I laughed and asked her what she meant. She said, "My rules for tonight were that I would only let people touch on the outside. You should be very proud I mostly lived by those rules."
She went on to explain that while she was dancing after the last break she started dancing with some young guys that were at a friends lake cabin for the week. While they were dancing they would sometimes touch her chest or rear while dancing. When they realized she wasn't shying away from the touching a few of them tried more direct approaches. One of them grabbed her by the waist pulling her to him and put both hands on her ass while they danced. After the song ended she went to go take a break when he grabbed her hand and led her away from me. They went outside and he tried kissing her. She said she kissed back but when he tried to ram his tongue in her mouth she pulled back and just hugged him. His hands obviously were wandering around her body and eventually rubbed her boobs while he kissed her again. When he tried to escalate things farther with his tongue she pulled away and walked back in.
Just as she walked in she ran into some people she knew and the new friend disappeared. She had never met one of the men in this new group. He was going through a divorce so he was trying to enjoy himself and come out of his shell. After talking with the group for a while, a slow dance came on and he asked my wife to dance. On the dance floor his hands were wrapped around her lower back and kind of rubbing her back while they talked. He stole a quick touch of her butt and once again she didn't pull away so he put both hands on her and started massaging it. She nuzzled into his neck a little. After the song was over they just casually walked into the back entryway. She said he didn't even pretend he was there to talk and grabbed her into his arms and started kissing her right in the entryway. She said he was so worked up she could feel the heat radiating off his body, which of course made her worked up. This time she let her guard down and she opened her mouth so they could explore each others tongues. She told me his hands were on her ass and before she even realized it they were underneath her skirt rubbing her rear end. She figured, well whats the difference if he rubs my ass over my skirt or over my panties. They made out for several minutes that way and then one of his hands made it under her halter top into her bra (remember she ALMOST stuck to her rule of outside touching only). Right as her defenses were breaking down to the point she wanted more he stopped and said he had to go. They said goodbye and he was gone. In the 5 minutes they were in the entryway no one entered or left or else they may have gotten quite the show.
After a few more dances with other people and some "accidental touches" that happen on dance floors, that's when she came back to find me. Thankfully, everyone in that bar that night that knew anything of what went on were not within our social circle so we don't think anything got around.
The next day our lives got back to normal with the kids coming home from their Grandparents house. We had a somewhat uneventful week filled with lots of sexual activity between the wife and I.
The next Saturday I was working on our house. My wife had to run into town so I asked her to stop at the hardware store to get something I needed. She got home and nothing seemed out of the ordinary. A few hours later the kids were ready to head out to different friends for the night. We all said our goodbyes and I figured the wife and I were just going to head to bed at a decent time. Apparently my wife had different ideas.
A little while later while I was cleaning my tools up she comes walking in the garage wearing a pair of jean shorts, a tight top, and all dolled up. When I told her how beautiful she looked she told me what happened when she was in town. At the hardware store she ran into her friend from the bar. First he tried to avoid her but it was so obvious they saw each other they had to talk. He apologized for his behavior the last time they saw each other. He hoped it didn't cause problems between her and myself. They talked for a while and she ended up inviting him over to the house to sit on the deck and talk. She is like that, able to get people to open up about their problems. He said sure and that he would be over around eight. She assured me she wasn't looking to fool around but just to talk.
As 8:00 rolled around we heard the door bell ring. It was her friend. He walked in and she introduced us. We went out to the deck and started chatting. She was next to me and not flirty at all. As the night rolled on I was getting more tired from working all day and nothing seemed to be happening to keep me intrigued. Eventually, I dozed off. My wife woke me up and told me to head off to bed. She walked me into bed, tucked me in, and grabbed a sweatshirt since it was getting a little chilly. I tried to stay awake to hear if anything was happening but beyond an occasional laugh all I heard was the dull murmur of talking that put me right to sleep.
