Gwen and my wife spent most of the day shopping which gave me more than enough time to complete my business meetings.
That evening I took them both to dinner and needless to say we received excellent service. My wife's outfit left little to the imagination with a low scooped neck line it was hard not to see her tits with her rock hard nipples when the servers were refilling her water glass. They were constantly topping off both my wife's and Gwen's water.
The skirt she wore was short and exhibited her firm legs perfectly. Gwen wore a similar blouse and it too gaped open nicely and her smaller tits were also nicely on display. Gwen blushed more than my wife when it was obvious the servers were drinking in the view her blouse afforded them. At first she would, out of habit, press the blouse in to conceal her breasts but after I scolded her she gritted her teeth and left it gapped open. I got up once to use the restroom and checked as I left the table. Both Gwen's and my wife's tits and nipples could easily be seen when I walked behind them.
Gwen's skirt was also short and it did accentuate her bubble butt nicely. I was indeed the envy of every man in the restaurant.
After dinner I took them to a nightclub for a few drinks and perhaps some dancing. While I rarely dance, both of the girls got their fill of dancing from the almost steady stream of guys asking them to the dance floor.
Gwen's long repressed slut side soon emerged after she had a couple of Martinis. Reading the books she chose to read coupled with basically a nerd of a husband had created a lust within her that was just waiting to be unleashed. Being anonymous in a large city gave her the chance to really let her hair down and she grew bolder as the night and the drinks went on.
My wife is very much the same. She loves to get out of town and live temporarily on the wild side as well. Blowing pizza delivery guys and sucking cocks and swallowing a ton of cum at glory holes have proven that.
Both of the girls garnered a great deal of attention from the moment we entered the establishment. I ordered us a round of doubles and soon the giggling began. Gwen commented on how she had never done anything like this with Ralph and added that she was having a ball.
We selected a booth toward the rear of the dance floor which afforded me a pretty good view of what went on as they both danced.
"That guy was grabbing my tits the entire dance," Gwen giggled as she shared her first dance experience with my wife.
"They're not shy about it are they," Debbie agreed, adding that the guy she danced with had done the same to her. Both of their blouses clearly displayed their firm erect nipples and they were certainly not overlooked by the constant flow of guys asking them to dance.
As Gwen's slut side emerged, it reached a point where when she was asked to dance, she would reach and clutch the guys cock through his pants as they walked to the dance floor.
After one dance, Gwen came back and blurted that the guy she had just danced with had managed to get her panties.
"How in the world did he do that?" Debbie giggled, as I reached over and slid my finger into Gwen's sopping wet cunt. I wanted to see if she was in fact panty-less.
"Yup, no panties," I laughed.
"He got me over kind of into a corner and the next thing I knew he had reached under my skirt and was pushing my panties down. When I felt them around my ankles he said he would help me with them. The next thing I know he was stuffing my panties in his pocket. Then he was all hands under my skirt for the rest of the dance. It's not easy dancing with fingers running in and out of your cunt," she giggled.
"I have an idea you will be doing a lot more dancing with fingers in your cunt," I laughed as I nodded toward the bar.
The guy who had scored Gwen's panties was showing them off to his buddies and pointing toward Gwen.
"Oh my," Gwen giggled. "I have NEVER been so naughty in my life. Ralph would never approve," she giggled as she rolled her eyes. "On second thought, after Ted, he probably would," she giggled again as she drained her drink and started on the next one I had ordered for her and my wife. I managed to keep the flow of booze coming.
Both girls were back on the dance floor. I could tell the guy dancing with Gwen was obviously fingering her and it was pretty obvious she had her hand inside his pants. Her hand was pumping rapidly in his pants.
Debbie was dancing with an older black man and about midway through the dance she headed toward the restroom. The black guy followed her down the hallway that led to the bathrooms.
Gwen returned to our booth following the dance with a huge smile on her face.
"Did he finger fuck you?" I asked as she slid in next to me.
"He did and I jacked him off," she chuckled as she began sucking on one of her fingers. Her fingers were clearly wet.
"Let me guess, you made him cum," I chuckled as she continued licking her fingers one at a time.
She giggled and said, "Yep all over my hand and inside his pants," she added.
"It was only fair since I had an orgasm too," she chuckled
Just then Debbie came back to our booth and walked over to Gwen. She leaned over and kissed her with a mouth open long and passionate kiss.
"Can you taste anything?" Debbie asked coyly.
"Is it what I think it is?" Gwen giggled.
Debbie smiled as she walked back over to her side of the booth.
"I got delayed in the coat room," Debbie giggled. "As it turned out, the only way I could leave was if I sucked that guy's cock," she laughed. "So I sucked it," she added, as she licked her lips.
This was a clue Debbie was super tipsy. She never used the word cock. She always referred to that appendage as a penis.
Gwen jumped out from her side and ran around to my wife's side. "Suck this finger," she giggled as she slid a wet finger into Debbie's mouth.
"All I got to do was jack my guy off," she laughed. "I had to though because he made me cum," she added with a chuckle.
Gwen had just returned to her side of the booth when our server came up to our table.
He stammered and stuttered and managed to finally tell us that the manager of the club wanted us to leave.
"Believe me, it was not my idea," he added feebly. "I guess one or two of the wives in here complained to him. You guys have been pretty wild on the dance floor, but when one or two of the wives told my manager she had seen one of you girls ah..." he paused searching for words. "ah I guess she said you were ah, performing fellatio on a black man in the coat room," he managed to finally say.
"DEBBIE, shame on you!" Gwen giggled. "Aw don't make us leave," Gwen whined as she clutched the waiters hand and pulled it to her shoving his hand down inside her blouse to feel her tits.
His mouth dropped open and he glanced nervously behind him to see if anyone, especially his manager, could see where his hand was. The booths on either side of ours had a clear view of what was being done and the occupants of these booths were staring intently.
"We promise we won't suck any more cocks," Gwen whimpered.
The waiter was taking advantage of Gwen's tits as it was obvious he was squeezing them under her blouse.
Gwen reached and began stroking the waiters cock through his pants. He already had a hard on just groping her tits.
