It all seemed very surreal. There I was, sitting at this crowded bar, watching the other side of the room while this muscular stranger ran his fingers thru her hair, his lips locked into a tight embrace with my wife’s. Her soft white skin against the darker tone of his seemed almost artistic. I could feel myself getting more aroused the longer this kiss lasted. Watching her hands all over his firm body was driving me insane. He began to slide a firm hand up her exposed thigh. As his strong finger reached the edge of her skirt I watched closely as my wife, clearly now drunk with lust, broke away from his kiss long enough to glance over at me, but I was not about to stop her. She bit her lip slightly and looked back into his eyes. Not breaking eye contact, she spread her thighs slightly. Just enough to allow his hand to slide under her skirt. I watched her moan from across the bar as his fingers explored her upper thighs. I had to adjust myself in my pants as I imagined how soaked her panties must be right now.
After what seemed like forever, they broke off each other and ordered another drink. And then one more turned into two, and then 3. She must have been incredibly drunk at this point. Her hands where all over him, but I noticed he had cooled off a little. But she seemed to be over compensating and trying harder to get his attention back to her body. She was clearly aching for him, and he was making her work for it, maybe even beg at this point. Another drink down and I was sure she was going to fall asleep soon, but I’d never seen this level of excitement and energy in my wife before. As I downed another drink myself, I watched her lean in and whisper something in his ear. As she did, her hand made its way into his lap and began to rub him through his jeans. I could only sit and wonder about how good his thick cock felt throbbing against her hand. She then abruptly broke away from him, stood up and left for the washroom. I was a little disappointed the show had paused, but after the drinks she had it only made sense.
I focused on finishing the drink I had and was lost in my thoughts of how surreal this all was. Only a few months ago it had all been fantasy and now we are actually having some fun, it was so exciting. But the time I came back to reality, I looked over and noticed he was gone too. Must have also needed to pee. I decided that I might as well take this chance to also have a little bathroom break, so I got up and headed towards the signs on the wall. This place was so large that it had bathrooms at either end of the building and I realized I didn’t actually know which way they had both gone. Not that it mattered any, he obviously wouldn’t recognize me and we had already agreed that she would pretend to not know me if we bumped into one another. This night was all about her getting out and enjoying herself, I had told her not to worry about me. And truth be told, I was having the night of my life.
I walked into the bathroom and noticed there wasn’t anyone else in there. He must have gone the other way. I was standing at the urinal when I heard a deep moan come from the middle stall. I stopped dead in my tracks. Were they… no… would she? My heart dropped and my cock throbbed at the thoughts running through my mind. I looked over at the stall and couldn’t believe my eyes. Those were definitely my wife’s shoes, and his, in the same stall. I couldn’t seem to help myself, I started to walk towards that stall. Whether intentionally or not, they clearly had not locked the stall door, as I got closer I could see through the crack that they seemed to be making out quite intensely. After a few seconds of watching, and listening to their moans for each other, they shifted a little and the bathroom stall open about half way. I stopped dead in my tracks, certain this was going to be the end of it. His back was to me and her eyes locked on mine. The pure lust I saw in them was enough to make me pulse in my jeans. She wanted him so badly. Fuck this was so hot. She stopped kissing him for a moment and looked at me, that same seductive and suggestive look she gave me at the bar. At the same time, her hands were all over his pants, starting to fumble with his belt. Her asking my permission like this was everything I had hoped for. I again couldn’t help but nod at her, eager to see how far she would take this.
She took off his belt and undid his jeans. As she slipped her hand over his boxers she stood on her tip toes to whisper into his ear. He pulled away from her and glanced through the door and directly at me. It was impossible to tell what he was thinking, but I had barely anytime to care as I couldn’t help but watch as she dropped to her knees in front of him. He stared at me as I stared and watched my wife pull his pants down. The bulge in his boxers was unmistakable and impressively large. She looked at me once more as well, all pre-tense gone, this was clearly my wife asking if she could suck another man’s cock, and we all knew it. I wondered briefly if that made this experience better or worse for him, but I couldn’t help myself, I gave her another nod and watched in awe as she pulled his boxers down. He was only half hard, but was already much thicker than she had expected.
She giggled a little in excitement and he ran his firm dark hands through her blonde hair, gently pulling her closer and encouraging her. She wrapped her hand around him and moved closer. I watched in awe as she gently licked his entire dark shaft. It was clearly growing firmer in her hand and I couldn’t believe how large he was. After tracing her tongue around his tip, she looked at me and kept eye contact as she wrapped her lips around him and lowered her mouth on his shaft. I felt like I was going to burst from my jeans as I watch her take more and more into her mouth. I couldn’t believe how thick he was, and couldn’t believe she was managing to take it all. He pushed his thick tip deeper into her mouth and she gagged on him a little. He held her there for a moment before letting her come up for air. As she slid him out of her mouth she licked her lips and smiled at me. “Fuck babe! He tastes really good”. And with that, she went back down and I watched as my wife expertly bobbed her head up and down on this stranger thick black cock. The sounds of her sucking and slurping on him filling the whole bathroom.
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