My wife and I decide it’s time we go out for a drink and maybe a small bite. There is a cool restaurant with a small bar that overlooks the Pacific Ocean. We get dressed. Myself just wearing jeans and a decent button up shirt. While my wife wears a skirt that has a nice slit going up her right leg. She has a nice “spaghetti” strap tank top on that compliments her large breasts.
As the sun begins to set we head on over and our plan is to stay low-key and just hangout at the bar for a bit. To loosen up as we walk the block over to the restaurant we light up a small joint and take a few hits. We figure we would have a nice buzz and not have to buy as many drinks!
As we arrive at the bar we realize Happy Hour is going to start pretty soon. The bartender recommends grabbing some seats before the bar fills up. We sit off towards the right corner of the bar with an open seat to our right (leaving a little space for us).
We both order a small bite to eat first. Before we know it to our left the entire bar is filled up. Happy Hour is amongst us! We both order a scotch on the rocks. We sip on the drinks and stare off at the beautiful sunset. As we finish off our first drink another gentleman sits to the right of us… as the bartender stated the bar is packed!
The gentleman follows our lead and orders a scotch as well. We both decide to order one more and we think by then we will head on back to our room.
The gentleman asks where we are from and creates a bit of small talk. He introduces himself as “Twain.” As we all polish of our drinks he states he’s buying the next round. We look at each other and say, “Sure.”
We all start chatting it up now that the liquor is flowing! My wife is sitting right between us, we ask if he is married and he says no divorced. He knows we both are married and are free from kids for the weekend! To celebrate we buy the next round.
By now it’s getting closer to 9 fortunately the bar and restaurant stays open to about midnight. After the few Scotches and the joint we are starting to feel pretty good. As we are talking we ask about where are the favorite places he’s traveled, any regrets in life the typical questions for casual conversation. We slowly get a bit more free with the questions and my wife asks what’s the craziest thing he’s ever done. He then goes on to explain how he was invited to a “masquerade ball” and it turned out to be basically an “Eyes Wide Shut” party.
We both kind of smirk at the idea… not totally shocked at the. But as the story unfolds my wife is taken aback and pats his leg as he is telling the story.
He asks us the same question we both describe a few times we had some outdoor sex. As we describe the situations I see that he glances down at my wife’s leg that is exposed because of the slit in her dress. I don’t take any offense since her legs are pretty damn sexy especially showing off her caramel skin color. I think my wife notices his wandering eyes as well.
Twain excuses himself for a moment. It gives my wife and I a moment to chat with each other. We are both feeling pretty good and we both are enjoying our new friend. I mention to her “Did you notice his eyes checking out your legs” …. she smiles and says yes. I tell her that when he comes back you should hike up your dress a bit more and show off some more leg. She gives it a try and her first attempt at showing more leg basically shows the edge of her neon panties! She pulls her dress down slightly exposing basically her entire thigh to anyone sitting to her right. We agree and say to see what he does when he comes back because seeing the view of my wife’s leg will be hard to miss. I tell her to pat his leg when he sits down and to tell him we might be leaving soon. I tell her to “encourage” a bit of touching back to see what he does.
After he touches your leg I’ll excuse myself. I then tell my wife to stand briefly as I leave and when she sits back down hike up your skirt so your slit will ever so slightly show the neon color of her panties. She smiles at the thought and agrees. I tell her that once he sees your panties he will instantly order another round to keep us there and most likely he will attempt another “feel.” Once I make my return you excuse yourself. By now he will know the color of your panties and know that you are wearing them!
“But when you go to the bathroom… take your panties off and hand them to me when you come back. Make sure to hike up your skirt the same length to show Twain what exactly you removed!”
She asks, “How will he know if I took my panties off?”
“Well if he is a guy… he will have seen your panties and now he will obviously see that you have taken them off. Trust me he won’t be able to take his eyes off your leg!”
Sure enough Twain comes back as he sits he looks down and I can tell by how big his eyes get as he sees my wife’s neon green panty line. I then take the opportunity to excuse myself… as I’m walking away I see Twain reach down to put his hand on my wife’s exposed leg as he offers another round. I smile to myself as I open the bathroom door.
When I return I tap my wife on the shoulder she’s all smiles but knows the plan. I sit and she excuses herself and she smiles to me as she walks past. I notice Twain glancing at her ass as she walks away.
I say, “Not bad to look at eh?” Twain is caught off guard and apologizes…. I respond, “Not to worry I think she likes the extra attention!” Twain grins back at me. My wife returns and as she sits she hands me her panties from her left hand. She sits and sees Twain’s eyes glancing down. Unfortunately she can’t hike up her skirt all the way so as she sees our new friend staring and purposely pulls her dress up further as she takes her last sip of Scotch.
Twain now can almost she her shaved pussy. No one else can see since we are sitting at the end of the bar. I see Twain starring and I reach down and put my hand on her left leg and slowly pull up her left side of the dress to expose her even more. As Twain is staring he takes a final sip of his scotch and looks back down to take a mental picture!
Twain is wide eyed and grins back at me and I grin at him. My wife says, “Well excuse me boys I need to re-apply some make up.” As she leaves I ask Twain what he is down after the bar. He responds, “No plans as of now.”
My phone buzzes with a new text…
My wife messages me… “I need you and Twain to Fuck me tonight.”
More to come!
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/6hal56/an_interesting_date_night_were_not_alone_mfm
Nice job, OP. Great story.
I can’t wait to hear the rest! This is a fantasy of mine for sure..