My wife and I are in our 30s. We are the typical American married suburban couple with a white picket fence. My wife is just what you might think. She is an educated former sorority girl, a clen-cut and all-American-looking wife-next-door. She is an attractive brunette with natural D-cups, a great figure, and a beautiful face (people say she looks like Eva Longoria). She is, however, slightly prudish but not cold, just not the type that talks about sex much. She only had three boyfriends before we met and thinks of sex as something to discuss in the bedroom.
I was supposed to be back home from a business trip. I had been gone for 6 months. We had meant to go out on Valentine's Day, but as things happened, our date night for that night got pushed back...and back...until finally, we went out this past Friday night. Kids had sleepovers away and we had the night to ourselves. We decided to go get dinner at a nice restaurant, and then drinks and maybe head to the casino.
When I get ready, it's pants and a shirt, shoes, and I'm ready to go. She, however, likes to get dressed up, and did she ever do this? When she finally came out of the bedroom and asked "Do I look all right?"...whoa...high heel wedge shoes, mini-skirt, white button-down shirt that barely contained her tits (and was unbuttoned enough to show cleavage), and barely covered her erect nipples hair perfectly done, makeup immaculate, toes and fingers all perfect painted.
We head out and I can barely keep my eyes off her...we hit a local Italian restaurant in an area that is adjacent to the bar district. She orders a Cavit Pinot Noir, and I get a double shot of Bourbon. We ordered dinner, and she was in an unusual mood. She never orders more than 1 drink, but tonight she had 3 before we finally pay the bill. She is feeling good now as we start to walk toward the club/bar for some dancing and more drinks drinks. To be honest I would have rather been home, but this was her night since I had not been home for 6 months, and she just arrived a few hours ago.
The place we settle in is a little hole-in-the-wall that has a few pool tables in the back. She asks me to get her a drink while she freshens up in the restroom. I get us some drinks and head to a table by the pool table area and wait. I see her come out and pass three large black guys standing by the bathrooms.... one comments and I can see her laugh as she passes.
She came back and I asked her what they said...she said "One of them said 'DAYUM!" and the way he said it made her laugh, and we both laughed too. I asked her to play some pool and we headed over. Now I KNOW she's in an unusual mood, as by the time I rack the table, she's already finished her drink and has headed to the bar for another.
She comes back with the drink, and the black guys in tow (and there are 5 now). I asked what was up, and she said they asked if they could play doubles with us. I figure...sure, what the hell? Two of them play with us while the other three watch (and man, they are all 5 ogling the crap out of my wife as she bends over to shoot, her skirt rides up revealing her black French lace panty wedged between her lips). As she walks to the other side and bends over to shoot her breasts look like they are about to pop out (her nipples are both partially exposed). We lose, and they ask us to play again....my wife is now on her 8 drink and is getting drunk by the minute.
