After our wildly exotic night with Dan, Jane woke the next morning feeling that last night was a dream. She didn't discuss it with me, she just sort of acted like it never happened. I think she was kind of in shock by what had occurred, how she acted like a total slut.
I didn't want to kill the goose that laid the golden egg, so I didn't bring it up at all. I was hoping we could rekindle the scene of Jane being fucked and acting like a totally wanton slut with Dan, but I knew I would have to bide my time.
Dan kept asking me if Jane was interested in another photo session or getting together for dinner and......
After three weeks of no mentioning what happened, I mentioned that Dan wanted us to join him at one of the fancy restaurants that he frequents, to celebrate a large real estate deal he had just completed. I wasn't sure what Jane's response would be, but she surprised me and said, yes, she always wanted to eat at that restaurant.
Dan said that his partner in the real estate deal would pick us all up in his limo so we would not need a designated driver.
I told Jane to get a new outfit, if she wanted, as this was going to be a real fancy dinner.
Jane outdid herself. When she came out of the bedroom, she was soooo sexy! She had on a skirt that finished just about her knees, made out of a black shiny silk material, with black pure silk stockings and a sheer black blouse and a black sheer demi-bra and you could almost make out her nipples and areolas. I knew Dan and his partner would be appreciative.
Jane said, "Is this good enough for tonight?"
To which I responded by putting my arms around her, grabbing her ass, pulling up her skirt until I felt her bare thigh above her lacy stocking tops, and said, "Maybe we should just stay home and fuck!, you look so hot!"
Jane pushed me away and said, "I've never been to this restaurant. I didn't get this expensive outfit to wear it five minutes and then have you pull it off me. Later. Down, boy."
Just then my phone rang. It was Dan, telling me our ride was waiting for us outside. I grabbed my jacket, and Jane and I went out to our ride.
The limousine drive held the door open for us, eyeing Jane up and down, and Jane and I got in and sat on the rear facing seats opposite Dan and his partner. As Jane sat down, I could see her skirt ride up a bit and there was a flash of lacy stocking top and white thigh. I don't know if it was intentional or accidental, but it certainly got the attention of the men opposite her.
Dan introduced his partner as Arthur, at which time Arthur said, "Dan, you were wrong, Jane is not beautiful, she is magnificent."
Jane, now blushing, said, "Thank you, but I am just a housewife and secretary."
Arthur responded, "If I had a secretary like you, I would never leave the office.
Dan chimed in, "Why don't we have a little wine before we get to the restaurant, just to get everyone comfortable," and he opened up a bottle of wine that was in the bar in the limo. As the restaurant was about a 45 minute drive, we managed to finish off the bottle of wine, and everybody was already feeling a little glow.
By the end of the second glass of wine, Jane had loosened up, and her legs had spread apart a little bit and I am sure that Dan and Art, which is what he told us to call him, were getting a good view of Jane's garters and maybe even her black lace panties.
When we got to the restaurant, the driver rushed around to open the door for us, and this time he was treated to a shot of Jane's lace topped stockings as she got up off the seat and out the door.
Inside the restaurant was everything I had heard about it. The bar was dark oak, fancy chandeliers, secluded leather booths for privacy, and a dance floor with a four-piece live band playing soft music. As Art was a regular customer, we were shown to his usual booth in the corner, where we had privacy but could still see the couples slow dancing on the dance floor.
Jane sat with me on one side and Dan on the other, with Art on the end. As Art was the most familiar with the restaurant, he said he would order for everyone, and started with a wine that probably cost more than my monthly car payment, and it was well worth it. Before our lobster appetizers arrived, I think we were all feeling no pain. Before dinner arrived, Dan asked if it would be okay if he had a dance with Jane.
Jane looked at me. I said, "I know you love to dance. Go enjoy."
I slid out of the booth to allow Jane and Dan to get out. As Jane slid out her skirt slid halfway up her thighs, exposing a large expanse of stocking top, garter straps and white thigh. Jane didn't seem to notice, but Dan's eyes popped out at the view.
The band played a slow tune and Dan pulled Jane right against him, sliding his hand to just the top of Jane's ass. Jane was still not ready for anything, and she gently pulled his hands up to just above the curve of her ass. As the music and the wine began to take greater affect, Dan lowered his hands to Jane's ass again, and this time she just let them stay there. When the dance ended, as Dan walked Jane back to the table, he asked Jane, since the main course had not yet arrived, if it would be all right, since they were equal partners, for Art to have a dance.
Jane said, "I guess, since you are equal partners, you should both share."
Art said, "Unfortunately, I have two left feet."
Jane said, "Well, practice makes perfect."
They both moved out on the dance floor, with Art putting his hands just above Jane's ass, with a little distance between them. As the music progressed, he pulled Jane a little closer and, just like Dan, moved his hands down to the top of Jane's ass. Jane did not stop him.
While they were dancing, the main course arrived, and when they came back to the table, Jane's plate had "accidentally" been placed between Dan and Art's plate. Not wanting to move everything around, Jane just sat down between Art and Dan.
All the food was fantastic, and the wine was flowing freely. As Jane was eating, I could see her skirt, because of the leather seats, had slid up exposing her stocking tops, garters and, yes, her black, see-thru panties. It did not escape Art and Dan's attention, and I noticed that each man had placed his hand on the leg next to him. At first, Jane seemed a little uncomfortable, but the wine was working its wonders and she was lost in all the attention Art and Dan were giving her..
Dan asked if he could have a dance before they left, and Jane eagerly agreed. They got out on the dance floor, and Dan held her even tighter than before, and his hands dropped immediately down to Jane's ass and began to squeeze here ass cheeks, pulling up her skirt, exposing Jane's lacy stocking tops and bare thigh. He had her turned so that only we could see it, but I could see the smile on art's face as he watched his partner feeling up my wife on the dance floor and thinking about what might be coming.
When the dance ended, as they approached our table, Art said we should get going, as traffic at this time in the evening was brutal.
Art took care of the bill and we headed out to our ride. The driver jumped to open the door, and this time Jane was directed to the back seat, and Dan and Art got in on either side of her. Jane didn't seem to mind.
As Jane slid into her seat, her skirt again rode up to mid thigh. She looked down, said, "Oops," and went to pull it down, but Art said, "Why cover up such sexy legs."
