“I’m gonna run to the ladies room real quick. Save my seat for me.” Kaitlyn said playfully. As she stood up, she had to adjust her dress. It was riding high enough to just barely show off the bottom of her ass.
A few gawkers in the bar turned their heads toward her to undress her with their eyes as she walked to the restroom.
I was waiting patiently, browsing videos on my phone. The night was still young, but we had talked about leaving soon. We were both in our mid-thirties and our party days were long behind us. When you get old enough, sleeping can almost be as exciting as sex.
A voice next to me caught my attention. “How’re you and your lovely wife doing tonight?” It was deep but relaxed. I turned to my side to see a tall black man in a dark grey suit jacket and slacks. He was holding a glass of what looked like a scotch on the rocks. His white dress shirt had the top two buttons casually unfastened as if he had just stepped out of a men’s deodorant commercial.
“My name is Trevor.” He said with an outstretched hand.
“Adam.” I replied, trying to match his grip while we shook hands. “Nice to meet you. We’re doing alright. Just out having some fun. How ’bout yourself?”
“I can’t complain. I happen to notice the bit of a scuffle you all had earlier. I must say, good on you for standing up for your girl. A fine woman like that needs to be treated with some class and respect.”
I raised my glass in agreement. “Truer words have not been spoken, my friend.” I said, giving a cheers to his glass.
“Besides, guys like that don’t understand how to treat other men’s wives. So was it you or her that brought up the idea first?” He asked bluntly.
“Uh, I don’t know what you mean.” I said, taking another sip of my sake, which probably could’ve been interpreted as a tell if we were playing poker.
“Come on man.” He said, obviously knowing i was full of shit. “The wedding rings? Paired with the fact that you sat here next to her quietly while another dude got all touchy feely with your woman.”
“Is it that obvious?” I asked him.
“Kinda not so subtle, yeah.” He replied with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. He chuckled a little under his breath. “But that dude definitely found himself a bruised ego to go along with that bruised forehead of his.”
I burst out laughing and raised my glass to him again as I felt Kaitlyn brush up against me. “Hi sweetie.” She said. She was talking to me but she sure wasn’t looking at me. “Who’s your friend?”
“Trevor. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” He took her hand in his and kissed it gently.
The look on her face was priceless. Like that of a starving kitten looking up at a prime cut of steak.
She let out a sigh, her hand was still in his. She parted her lips as if to speak but nothing really came out besides a quiet “fuck”. It wasn’t exactly audible with all the background noise, so I don’t know if he picked up on it, but I sure did. I felt a surge of adrenaline well up in the pit of my stomach. I knew I had lost before I ever said a word. She was going to fuck him. She’s already made that decision.
“I was just telling your husband here how absolutely stunning his wife is. And that I was hoping to ask her to accompany me to the dance floor.”
I couldn’t tell if she was blushing because she was embarrassed or because he was making her hot. All I know is that I have never seen Kaitlyn dance for any reason besides sarcasm.
“Is that okay with you babe?” She asked me, finally breaking away from his eyes to look into mine.
Yeah, he was making her hot.
“I just want you to have a good time.” I reassured her. “I love you, go enjoy yourself.”
She graced me with a loving, playful smile as he led her by the hand to the jukebox, where he fed the machine a few coins and chose his weapon.
It was a slow R&B song I’d never heard before. He led her into the middle of the dance floor and placed his hand on the small of her back to pull her close to him. They started slow, moving their hips in time with the music, pressing into each other. Their skin only separated by the thin fabric of their clothing. The way they danced was like there was no clothing at all.
Kaitlyn’s eyes were closed. She was lost in a world of rhythm and passion swirling around her, taking her breath away. I watched my wife essentially make love to this man on the dance floor in the most sensual movements I’ve ever seen from her.
She turned her back to him, pressing her hips back to grind into him. He responded to her with his large hands caressing her hips to her waist, causing her dress to ride halfway up her ass for just a moment before he slid it back down.
One of the spaghetti straps of her dress slipped down her shoulder as she looked back at him. He traced his fingers up her arm and adjusted the strap back into place. His finger continued to her neck and brushed her hair back to expose pale flesh along her neck. He placed his other hand just below her belly button and confidently pulled her close enough to lean in and whisper something in her ear.
She stood still for a moment and stared into space. A look of surprise and concern washed over her face. She was mulling something over. What did he say to her that would get that kind of a reaction.
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. They continued dancing closely. But now her demeanor had shifted. She still pushed her body against the tall dark stranger except now she was grinding into him… hard. It was no longer about the music for her. I don’t even think she could hear it anymore anyway. All it would take at this point is one more word from him and she might just tear her clothes of and fuck him right here, right now.
Thank God the music stopped before it went that far. But I’ve got to admit, the thought of her taking a dick in front of an audience was destined for the spank bank.
She walked off the dance floor toward the restroom and disappeared behind the door.
Trevor strolled back and picked up his drink from the table. “I must say,” he started, “your girl has some moves man. Let me guess, you’re the one who picked out her dress tonight. Right?”
“You seem to understand things pretty well.” I said to him. “So how long have you been sleeping with other men’s wives?”
He chuckled at my question.
“Well, I’m forty five and I’ve been in the lifestyle for about twenty year now. I’ve been a bull for a lot of couples in that time. Let me put it this way. If fucking other men’s wives wasmy job, then I would be considered a professional.”
“But it’s not your job right?” I asked him.
“No, I work in marketing.”
He got me laughing again. He’s definitely got some charm to him.
“So, is Kaitlyn okay? She looked a little freaked out for a second.”
“Yeah, no worries. She just had to run to to ladies room to take care of something.”
Just then, Kaitlyn emerged from the door. She walked cautiously with her hands low at the hem of her dress.
Trevor pulled her chair out for her in a show of good manners. She sat down and he helped her to scoot her seat to a comfortable distance from the edge of the table. Six shots of whiskey were brought to the table by the waitress. Trevor must have ordered before he got back to the table.
We tipped them back and let the second round rest on the table when Trevor leaned over to Kaitlyn and said, “Did you get that item I asked you to bring me?” He held out his open hand.
“I did.” She said to him.
She trembled as she reached out to him and placed a wadded up pair of black lace underwear in his palm.
It took a moment for me to register what had just happened… He told her to take off her panties and give them to him… and she did.
Earlier that day, she had told me there way in he’ll she was going commando. Five minutes on the dance floor with this man and she personally delivers them to his hand.
The knots in my stomach were returning, but lower this time. I felt a rush of fear and jealousy radiate from my chest to my groin. I was fidgeting, quite obviously extremely anxious. I felt my cheeks get hot.
Trevor smiled at her and held the skimpy lace up to his nose, inhaling her pheromones and then slipped the pair of panties into his jacket pocket.
His demeanor changed after he accepted my wife’s gift. He turned his attention to me and looked at me in the eyes. Kaitlyn sat back in her seat and didn’t say a word. Kept her hands folded in her lap and stared at the table top.
Trevor spoke to me calmly but firmly. He interlaced his fingers and rested them on the table. Almost like he just put his business hat on and we were about to cut a deal.
“Your wife is an incredible creature.” He began, motioning in Kaitlyn’s direction. “The kind of woman who would do just about anything for her husband. Including giving herself to another man.”
Kaitlyn’s breath intensified. Her mouth opened slightly as she closed her eyes. She listened intently to every word without protest.
“I told her that, tonight, she can let go of all her fears. Use her fear to feed her lust. She doesn’t need to repress who she is anymore. I told her that, tonight, she can choose to either go home with hubby and resume the daily routine tomorrow, or, she can choose to become the slut that every man wants and spread her legs for any man she desires. All she had to do, is show me what she wants by giving me a token to prove her commitment.”
Kaitlyn was visibly aroused. Her nipples were protruding through the thin material of her dress like two little pencil erasers. She shifted her ass in her seat, looking at Trevor with wanting eyes.
“Your wife willingly gave herself to me with that little gesture.” He said. “And even though she already made her decision and entered into, what I think of as, a contractual agreement. I won’t consider it final until we have all made a toast to our new arrangement.” He reached out and picked up the shot of whiskey and held it, staring at me, patiently awaiting my next move.
I looked to Kaitlyn. She reached for her shot and turned to look at me. She wanted this badly. How could I tell her no when I could see the heat burning in her eyes.
I really was beginning to like Trevor anyway. He had a commanding presence that followed him everywhere he went but it was tempered with class. He was a true gentleman in every sense of the word.
Without a doubt, Kaitlyn would do just about anything he requested. He excited her. He challenged her.
I picked up the small glass and held it up to meet theirs.
“To… a beautiful woman’s awakening.” He said as a toast, signaling the beginning of something to new.
With a clink of the glasses, the three of us tipped back our spirits and placed our glasses on the table.
“So what now?” I asked him nervously.
Trevor reached into his jacket and removed a permanent marker from his inside pocket.
He looked at my wife and smiled.
“Kaitlyn,” he said in a deep hypnotic like voice, “I want you to show your husband your pussy.”
She looked at him with panic in her eyes. “What!? There are people everywhere!” She exclaimed in a loud whisper. She looked around the room. It was coming up to 10:30 pm and the place was starting to get crowded.
He held onto her hand and repeated softly, “I want you to show your husband your pussy. He needs to remember the way it looked before I claimed it. Let him see how wet it makes you to know I will be fucking you in front of him.”
Kaitlyn scooted her chair in a little more to cover herself from onlookers. But this was a tall table. Anyone standing in front of her would be in full view of the show.
She reach down and pulled back the only thing separating her from becoming an exhibitionist for the entire bar, exposing her most private self to the world.
Kaitlyn slowly spread her legs and showed me her swollen, pink petals blooming like a rose. There was visible perspiration. She was actually so turned on, she was dripping wet. Her breathing intensified and she closed her eyes to escape the feeling of people watching.
Trevor reached between her legs and gently spread her lips. In his own way, reinforcing his control over her.
“Remember this.” He said. He then removed his fingers from her moist opening totally the cap off of the marker. Her leaned in and began writing something just above her clit on the creamy white canvas.
Her body was responding to every twitch of his hand. She licked her lips and began pushing into his hand, struggling to feel his touch but held herself. She was struggling to follow his command.
Trevor removed his hand, revealing a message in bold print. “Deliver me to Trevor” was scribed above her open box, followed by his home address.
“Call an Uber. I’ve written the address so the driver will have a cheat sheet. Make sure he sees it so he doesn’t get lost. Kaitlyn should probably ride up front with the driver. When you arrive, you will conveniently forget your dress in the Uber. You won’t be wearing your coat either. I expect to have her delivered to me in an hour.”
He stood up, towering over my wife and kissed her hand. “You can cover yourself now.”
Kaitlyn closed her legs and pulled her dress back to the middle of her thighs. She had suddenly become hyper-aware of how close the surrounding patrons were.
Trevor withdrew he’s hand and turned around, disappearing into the crowd.
Kaitlyn looked at me exasperated. She was trying to catch her breath like she had just run a marathon.
“Holy shit.” She said. “Are we really doing this?”
We gazed into each other’s eyes and then simultaneously got up from the table. I settled my tab with the bartender, making sure to tip him a twenty for all the commotion earlier.
Our ride showed up within a few minutes. I held the passenger door open for the lovely Kaitlyn. She ducked into the ride and looked in my eyes as I shut the door and mouthed the words, “I love you.”
I mirrored her words and climbed into the back.
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