It was a thirty-minute drive from our favorite pub to the adult bookstore. It sat just off the highway and remotely away from town.
This night the ride seemed much longer, but that was a good thing. I needed some time to adjust to my wife's unusual and unexpected behavior, and digest some of the things she said. Besides, we both needed to catch our breath a bit, and welcomed the change in volume from the noisy pub.
It was karaoke night and that always draws a larger and louder crowd. But she loves to sing, so I keep these "karaoke nights" checked off on my Calendar. What's more, after a night of singing, some mild flirting, and a few of her favorite drinks, I can look forward to a "reward" when we get home.
Tara has a hot little body and can draw the attention of any guy that breathes. Being the closet "wife watcher wannabe" that I am, I enjoy these nights just as much as she does.
We met when Tara was twenty and I was twenty-four. She had a couple of prior boyfriends but nothing serious enough to entice her into going "all the way." I had the more adventurous attitude toward sex but pretty much kept that to myself. I was her first and only, and we have been married for fourteen years.
At thirty-six, Tara keeps herself fit and looks quite a bit younger than her age. She has a slim 5' 6'', 120lb frame. Her shoulder length light brown hair has some red highlights that goes great with her green eyes. Her perky B-cup breasts are just right for her body, and she has very sensitive nipples that seem to get erections when she gets excited. But her best asset is her long legs and perfect ass. The kind of legs and butt that make her short dresses seem even shorter.
She wore her shiny black dress to the pub tonight and in her heels in was hard to keep those panties hidden. I'm sure most of the guys were keeping at least one eye on her all night, hoping to get a peek. She sure didn't disappoint anyone, and I was slightly startled at her new level of boldness when it came to flirting. She was sure pushing the limits and getting plenty of attention.
I could read that look on some of their faces. These guys were having some hard-core fantasies. Her looks and behavior were saying, "Bent me over the table, pull my panties down, and fuck me hard for teasing you this way!"
Whether intentionally or not, Tara was certainly feeding my "wife watching" fantasies.
When leaving time rolled around, I was well worked up and anxiously anticipating getting home for some hot and maybe kinky fun. I was also curious just how wet her panties might be! As we walked to our car, Tara discreetly put her hand on my now semi-hard cock.
"Hmmm," she whispered, "I see you like the new me."
"Well," I said, "you certainly surprised me tonight."
Then she seductively added, "I might have a few more surprises for you." "The night isn't over yet."
I assumed we were on the same page and were headed home for something special in the bedroom. Never assume!
After getting into the car, Tara leans over, gives me a kiss on the cheek, and says, "Thank you, that was fun." Then, with quite a mischievous look, she continued. "You've been a good boy; I think we should take a ride to the bookstore and check out the movie room."
Wow! Now she has really lit my fuse. All 6 inches are rock-hard, and my mind is reeling. I stuck to non-alcoholic beer all night, so I know I heard her right. She had her usual 3, maybe 4 wine coolers. This always relaxes her and certainly gets her in the mood, but in no way makes her even tipsy. Was this my wife?
It's not like we have never visited the bookstore after a night out, but it wasn't often. And it was always at my suggestion. More than that, our 5 or 6 visits over the past year or so have always been limited to the front of the store. We would browse through the array of lubes, vibes, and other adult toys, but never ventured through the curtain at the back of the store that covered the entrance to the movie room.
Of course, my "wife watching" fantasies would have put us right in the movie room, and I had proposed it once or twice. But Tara seemed apprehensive, so I never pushed the idea. I never wanted to strain her limits or undo the progress we had made in our intimacy in the past year.
But tonight, it was her idea! She was pushing her own limits and seemed to be expanding the boundaries for both of us. She was the assertive one tonight, and she was gradually but deliberately taking control of the evening. So, how did I feel about this? A constant woody!
As we leave the parking lot, I am thinking back over a year ago when I first brought up the idea of "spicing up" our sex life. Not that the sex wasn't good, but it was fairly vanilla. Initiating that first conversation went a lot smoother than I had fearfully anticipated. And Tara's receptiveness was a pleasant surprise.
I really believe that my gorgeous wife just had no idea how very sexy she was. This was my fault for failing to let her know and hear it. But that has all change over the last year. Sharing our fantasies has opened a door and she has certainly walked through it. Tonight, it was more like she was busting through it!
Just before we hit the highway I have a bubble-bursting thought. It was close to 1:30 and if my memory is correct, the bookstore closes at 2:00 o'clock. Shit! I sadly break the bad news to Tara, and without a hint of concern, she replies, "Don't worry sweetie, I'm sure James will let us in."
My brain hits overload! And for 10 seconds of my life, I am on pause. Then I take a deep breath and start thinking, "Who the hell is James?" But I don't say it. I abruptly remember. I do know who James is.
James was the night-shift clerk at the bookstore. A rather tall black gentleman who I would guess to be 40 to 45 years old. He was fit and muscular, but not like the body builder type. He was kind of built like me; only two sizes up. He was just big.
Things were clearing up in my head now. It was not all that peculiar that Tara would so readily remember his name. Or even have a cordial friendship with him.
At our past visits to the store, I would always encourage her to shop for something she might like. James was always there to answer any question and help her make a decision. I would purposely wander away and browse elsewhere, but always stay within earshot, and listen for them to flirt. This was a turn-on for me, and Tara knew it.
And they would flirt. He would say something, and Tara would giggle. And she would repartee with something that would encourage James to continue.
We would usually stay no more than an hour, and most of that time was spent with the three of us chatting it up and having a laugh. But mostly it was the two of them. That was fine by me as it gave me plenty of material for our bedtime fantasy stories. As far as the flirting went, I guess it got a little more daring with each visit. But James was always a gentleman.
The last time we were there she picked out a small vibrator. The kind the lady's use to stimulate the clit. James installed a fresh battery and made sure it worked.
As he handed it back to Tara, he looks down toward her pussy and says, "Maybe you should try it out before you leave, just to make sure you like it."
She blushed. And then not to be outdone, Tara glanced down at his package, and said, "There are a few things around here I'd like to try out, just to make sure I like it."
That was about as suggestive as it ever went. I was standing right there, and we were all comfortable at that level.
Things are quiet once we hit the highway, and the ride seemed to be taking forever. I have my eyes on the road, and I assumed Tara was just chilling. I keep hearing in my head the last thing she said, "Don't worry sweetie, I'm sure James will let us in."
I'm thinking if she is right, that could mean her and I in the movie room, and James the only other person in the store. My dick is straining in my jeans, as I let my imagination run far too wild. So, I try to just relax. Maybe we're just out for a little fun, and she is having a good time teasing me.
Almost halfway there, and I looked over at my wife for the first time. There are no streetlights on the highway, so it is fairly dark in the car. But it is light enough for another surprise.
Both of the thin straps that hold her dress up are over her shoulders and she has removed her bra. Her seat is back some and her eyes are closed. Her dress is below her exposed titties, and she has a hand cupping each of them. She is pinching her nipples and breathing heavy enough for me to hear.
Tara must have sensed that I was looking at her. She opened her eyes, turned her head to me and while still working on her nipples, broke the silence. "I thought you were never going to look." "I know how much you like to watch."
With that remark, she scooted around in the seat to hike up her dress and slowly pull her panties down those long legs and over her heels. She then held them up for me to see and tossed them into the back seat where I assumed they joined her bra.
The strain in my pants was now an ache. Trying to keep an eye on the road was becoming more difficult. I heard her seat going back even more and soon I looked over again. Her head was back, and her eyes were closed again. But now she had her right leg up on the dash, and her right hand was now between her spread legs.
As I heard her moan softly, I finally broke my silence. But in my bewildered condition all I could get out was, "What's gotten into you tonight?"
She laughed at the unintentional double meaning of my question, and answered back, "Nothings gotten into me yet, but I'm hoping to fix that soon."
She smiled and looked at me as she continued to pleasure her neatly trimmed pussy. Then, between moans, in little more than a whisper, she asked, "Do you like watching me get myself ready?"
With that I just swallowed. I really couldn't talk. She had teased me to my limit. I tried to reach over and get a feel of her pussy, but she quickly took her other hand and pushed my arm back.
"Hey!" she said, "You're only allowed to watch." "After all," she continued in a much softer and sexier voice, "Isn't that what all your bedtime fantasy stories have been about lately?" "Haven't you noticed how hot they get me and how hard they make me cum?"
With her hand still working her pussy, she went on, "Don't worry sweetie." "You'll get your turn when we get home." "That is if I'm not too worn out, or sore." Then she gave me just a hint of a smile.
Was I being teased or tortured? Either way, I was as hot as I could ever remember. I was afraid that even adjusting that wicked hardon in my pants would cause me to shoot.
Anyway, it was clear and obvious that my "wife watching" fetish was no secret to my wife. But how could I think it would be? She was so right. My bedroom fantasy stories and lately even most of hers, always headed in the same direction. Me watching, while she is getting pounded with a big cock.
The only question to ponder now is whose fantasy is this, mine or hers?
