Date Night - Part 2

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You left the house an hour after your beautiful wife. You thought of her at the bar in that tight sleeveless top and that pleated leather skirt. You thought of her sitting at the bar in that outfit. You thought of the attention she'd get being dressed like that, of the men that would approach her, that would flirt with her, that would try and pick her up.

You thought of the thrills of your previous date night, of how exciting it had been to see your wife flirt with another man, of how much you'd enjoyed seeing him touch her, of the intense arousal you'd felt at watching her kiss another man.

You stepped into the bar hoping for a repeat performance of the week before but you didn't see your beautiful wife anywhere. You checked your phone to see if she'd sent a text but she hadn't. You worried that something had happened, that your wife had never made it to the bar. Then your mind jumped to an entirely different kind of worry that she'd simply gone home with someone, that she'd forgotten all about you because she'd been so enamored with another man.

None of that made sense, though, so you took a deep breath, told yourself to calm down, and casually strolled through the bar to take a more thorough inventory of the guests. You stopped in your tracks when you saw your wife tucked into a booth at the far side of the bar. She was sitting next to a man - a good looking man in a dark suit - who looked to be utterly enamored with your wife.

You sat at a table with a good view of the booth - though far enough away that the guy wouldn't notice you watching - and ordered a drink before focusing your attention on your beautiful wife and the man that had captured her attention.

It was a different man from the week before, and though that wasn't surprising, you found it thrilling. You weren't entirely sure why, but there was something about the idea of your wife flirting, touching, and perhaps kissing two different men on consecutive Saturdays that you found massively exciting.

"Here's your drink," the waitress said as she slid a coaster and a glass full of dark liquid in front of you.

You offered up a half-hearted 'thank you' and took a long sip of the surprisingly strong drink while your gaze remained fixed on your wife. She was sitting on the inside of the booth and he was right next to her. There couldn't have been more than a few inches of air between them, though you suspected that was by design.

It wasn't clear how long they'd been talking, but you imagined they hadn't started in the booth, so it seemed safe to assume they'd been flirting long enough that they were well past the small talk stage.

You didn't have a clear view beneath the table at their booth, but you could see enough to spot his hand move to her knee. Your wife smiled at his touch, picked up her drink, and sipped from the straw. You saw his fingers move over the smooth skin just above her knee and you were almost certain your wife responded by spreading her legs just a little, almost as if it was an involuntary movement spurred by desire.

She looked at him, bit her lower lip in that remarkably sexy way that some women do, and he must have read it as a signal of a sort, because he kissed her. It started slow and tender, as most first kisses tend to, though there was a chance it wasn't actually their first kiss.

Either way, it didn't remain slow and tender. Your wife was the one that kicked it up a notch as she reached up, put a hand on the back of his neck, and gently moved her fingers through his hair. Her lips parted as she did so and you leaned forward and watched your wife's tongue move into his mouth. His hand moved a little further up her leg, continuing on its journey until it reached the edge of her skirt.

What started as one kiss quickly shifted into a full-on make out session in the darkly lit booth. His hand moved up her thigh - over the skirt - and to her waist. Their tongues danced as she leaned back a little, pulling him halfway on top of her. His hand moved up her stomach and stopped just below her breast, as if he was testing the waters to see if it was okay to go a little further.

They stopped kissing and he leaned back just a little. His hand still remained right below her breast. She said something to him and you desperately wished you were close enough to hear it. Whatever she said must have filled him with confidence, though, as he leaned in to kiss her again and this time his hand confidently moved to her right breast. It looked like he squeezed it pretty hard, too. Your wife's mouth opened with his tongue still inside it and you imagined her moaning as his touch seemingly lured her deeper into a state of arousal.

Their foreplay - and it seemed perfectly fair to call it that - ended when the waitress came over. It seemed like she was asking them if they wanted another round, though you suspected she was subtly trying to indicate that they should go somewhere a little more private if they were that hot and bothered for each other.

Your wife and her new friend both laughed when the waitress walked away, doing so in the manner people do when they've been caught doing something they really shouldn't have been doing.

She picked up her glass and he did the same. They shared what looked like a toast, took a long drink, and resumed their conversation. When they did, you took a deep breath, sat back, and realized that you were sporting a full-on erection. You'd been so engrossed in watching your wife kiss another man - and get groped by that man - that you hadn't even noticed how turned on you were. You were hard enough that you wouldn't have been able to get up without making a scene, though, for your cock would have made quite the tent in your pants.

The waitress arrived with another round of drinks for your wife and her new friend, they offered their thanks, and then toasted again. They each sampled more of the alcohol that had just been placed in front of them and then he leaned in to kiss your wife's neck. It was a subtle, far less over-the-top kind of affection, though it was still intensely arousing to watch a man kiss any part of your wife's body.

The moment his lips touched her neck, your wife looked at you. She stared right at you and smiled as she raised her glass. Your cock got harder. Last week you'd watched while hidden. This week, though, she knew you were watching. She knew her husband was sitting across the bar and enjoying the hell out of himself. You loved that. You loved that she was fooling around with another man for an audience of one, though you suspected she would have enjoyed herself if she was alone, too.

When he came up for air, your wife turned her attention back to her flirty friend, smiled at him, and leaned in for a kiss. Her lips parted and their tongues once again danced, but this time it was your wife's hand that went on a journey. She reached under the table and caressed his thigh just a few inches from his crotch.

As you watched, it felt like the rest of the bar just disappeared, like it was just you, your wife, and the man she was fooling around with sitting alone. You could hear your heart pounding and your cock throbbed in a manner that bordered on being painful.

Her hand moved towards his crotch and you spotted the bulge. His erection. He was hard for your wife. Of course he was. She looked stunningly sexy and she'd seemingly welcomed every bit of his desire, taking his tongue into her mouth and inviting him to play with her tits through that sexy top of hers.

Her hand found his bulge. For the first time in your life, you were intently staring at another man's crotch. You saw your wife discover his bulge. You saw her fingers grasp it as best as they could through his slacks. You saw her stroking another man's cock.

Just a week ago, your wife stopped at kissing and being caressed by another man. Now she was giving someone an over-the-pants handjob at a bar. It felt impossible to deny that she was driven by more than a desire to generate heat between the two of you. It seemed almost certain that your wife was attracted to - and desired - the man she was stroking under the table and you couldn't help but wonder if she was thinking about doing more than the foreplay they were currently indulging in.

The waitress appeared at their table again, though this time your wife saw her coming and stopped stroking her new friend's cock before she arrived. Any pretense of asking about drinks seemed to out the window, as both your wife and the guy looked apologetic, as though they were being gently lectured for their behavior.

They both smiled - and nearly broke into laughter - when the waitress walked away. They sipped their drinks and sat impossibly close to each other as they talked, indulging in only the occasional kiss or caress while doing so.

Eventually, the guy excused himself from the booth and you watched him walk towards the bathroom. Your wife pulled out her phone and you soon received a text:

"I got a little carried away," she wrote. "Sorry if it was too much."

You smiled at your wife and replied, "It's the hottest thing I've ever seen. I don't think my dick has ever been so hard."

She read your text, looked at you, and a bright smile broke across her face. She blew you a kiss, looked down at her phone, and texted, "His dick was hard too. It was really exciting to feel it, to feel how hard he'd gotten for me."

You took a leap and made a wild suggestion. "I'd be okay with it if you wanted to do more than just stroke him through his pants. It's up to you, of course, but I think it would be hot if you wanted to do more."

Again she read your text and again she looked at you with a bright smile. She looked down at her phone and seemed poised to send a reply, but he slid back into the booth. She slipped her phone into her purse and kissed him without hesitation. It was yet another deeply passionate kiss with a wealth of tongue, but this time she followed it up by saying something to him.

You saw a surprised look on his face and your pulse raced. She must have suggested something unexpected. She must have told him she wanted to do something more than merely fool around in the bar.

He pulled out his wallet, left a bunch of cash on the table, and they quickly finished their drinks before he slipped out of the booth and helped your wife do the same. Then he put his arm around her and they walked out of the bar together. She offered you a quick glance and a smile on her way by, but you had no way of telling where she was going or what she planned on doing.

You were quite enamored, though, with the sight of your wife leaving the bar with another man's arm around her waist. It was such a simple thing, and yet it left your dick stiff as steel, which also meant you couldn't get up. You sat at your table and finished your drink as you waited for your erection to fade enough that you could actually get up without causing a scene.

When it finally faded, you left cash on the table and rushed out of the bar and into the parking lot. You scanned the area, but absent any idea what you were looking for, you were left without any sense of where your wife might be.

You set off through the lot, quickly looking through the back windows of cars in hopes of spotting your wife and the man she'd left the bar with.

You stopped when you caught a hint of movement out of the corner of your eye. You hurried closer to the car, making sure to keep your distance so whoever was in the backseat wouldn't notice you.

At first it looked like someone was sitting alone in the backseat. Then you noticed movement. You took a few steps closer and the movement became clearer. There was someone sitting in the backseat, but that someone was almost certainly getting a blowjob. The movement was a head bobbing up and down in his lap.

You couldn't be entirely sure, but you were fairly certain it was your wife. It was your wife giving someone else a blowjob in the backseat of his car. It was your wife's head bobbing up and down in someone else's lap.

The mere thought of it - even without absolute proof - was enough to make your legs tremble with desire as your cock stirred to life. Part of you couldn't believe it. Your wife didn't seem like the type to blow a stranger in a parking lot, and yet your wife hadn't seemed like the type to flirt with and kiss a stranger in a bar, so anything seemed possible.

As your eyes adjusted to the darkness, some of the details in the car became clearer. You saw the guy resting his hand on the woman's back as she was clearly on her knees on the seat next to him. You saw his hand move to her ass and pull up the bottom of her skirt. You couldn't quite see where his fingers went after that, but there was every reason to believe that they were inside her, that he was fingering your wife's pussy as she sucked his cock.

You assumed it was your wife. After all, you'd given her permission to do more than fool around with him in the bar, and she'd clearly run with that and dragged him to his car to suck his dick and get her pussy fingered. You weren't upset, though. Not in the slightest. You were turned on. You were immensely aroused. Your dick was hard as a rock as you watched your wife's head bob up and down in his lap. She was sucking someone else's cock. She had it in her mouth. She was working to make another man cum in her mouth. It was, without question, the hottest thing you'd ever witnessed, and you didn't even have a good view.

Then the movement stopped. Her head remained in his lap, though. He was cumming. He must have been cumming. Your wife made another man cum in her mouth. She'd just sucked off a stranger in his car. You were so turned on you damn near whipped your dick out and masturbated right there.

Eventually, your wife's head popped up and she immediately turned and looked out the back window of the car. You weren't sure if she could see you, but there was a good chance and you waved just in case. She offered a gentle wave in return and then looked at the man she'd just blown, who seemed to be putting his cock back into his pants, at least based on how he was moving.

When the door opened you walked away, taking care to try and look casual, as if you hadn't just watched them like a voyeuristic pervert. You walked all the way down to your car and watched the guy and your wife share a hug and a quick kiss before she seemed to take his number into her phone.

Then he got back in his car - he'd accomplished his mission for the night, after all - and she walked towards you. When she got close enough, you saw the giddy smile on her face and you happily emerged from behind the car to show your wife that you were still sporting an impressive erection thanks to the wild show you'd witnessed.

"You're not mad?" she asked the moment she got close enough for you to hear.

You looked down at your dick, smiled, and said, "Not at all. Honestly, I just wish I'd had a better view."

Your wife stopped a few feet from you, smiled at the sight of the tent in your pants, and reached out to run her fingers over it.

"Did you enjoy it?" you asked.

She nodded.

"Really?" you asked.

She looked up at you, smiled, and said, "I loved it. I don't know why. I mean, I've never really been the woman that does that kind of thing, but I loved it. It was so exciting. It was so...it was so hot. It really was. When he fingered me, I was soaked. I was completely soaked. That's how turned on I was to...well, to be doing that, to be sucking his cock."

There was something so intoxicatingly sexy about hearing her say it, about hearing her give voice to the wild, naughty, dirty thing she'd done. You closed the distance between the two of you, picked her up, and set your wife on the trunk of your car. You kissed her neck, ran your hand under her skirt, pulled her panties aside, and slipped your fingers into her pussy.

She moaned as you penetrated her and you marveled at how wet she was. She hadn't been lying. Sucking cock while you were watching had genuinely turned her on.

"I want you," you said.

"Yeah?" she asked before biting her lower lip. "How do you want me?"

You stared at her lips. At the lips that had been wrapped around another man's cock. You imagined them stretched around his shaft, moving up and down, her tongue swirling around the head as she worked to make someone else cum in her mouth. As that imagery flashed through your mind you played with her pussy, coating your fingers in her wetness.

"I want to fuck you," you said. "I want to be inside you."

"Then fuck me," she replied.

You looked around the parking lot. "Here?"

Your wife reached down, unzipped your pants, and pulled out your cock. "Yes, right here. Put your cock inside me. Fuck me. Take me. Enjoy me. Make me cum on your cock."

She wanted you as much you wanted her. You pulled her ass forward until it rested on the edge of the trunk. You stepped between her legs. You guided your cock into her intensely wet, hot pussy. You filled her with one long, deep thrust.

"Fuck," she said. "Fuck me, baby."

You stared at her lips. At the lips she'd used to pleasure another man mere minutes ago. You smiled. You wanted to kiss her. You needed to kiss her. You wanted to feel her lips against yours. You wanted to feel her tongue in your mouth.

You pulled out and slammed your cock back inside her. You leaned in to kiss her but your wife leaned back.

"He came in my mouth," she said.

"I know," you replied.

She smiled. She liked that you wanted to kiss her. "Yeah?" she asked. "And you still want to kiss me?"

"Damn right I do," you replied.

She took your head in her hands, wrapped her legs around you, and kissed you deeply as you fucked her. Her tongue swirled wildly in an erotic dance with yours and you moaned a moment before she did the same.

The tongue that had pleasured his cock - that had been coated in his cum - was in your mouth now. It was in your mouth and it felt so fucking naughty, so fucking hot, so fantastically sexy.

You fucked her with wild abandon, forgetting about everything else around you in favor of pursuing the pure, perfect joy of being in your wife's pussy and kissing her mere moments after she'd made another man cum.

"I'm close," she declared after just a few minutes of hard thrusting.

You were too. "Cum for me," you said. "Cum on my cock, baby. Kiss me and cum on my cock."

She smiled - she definitely liked that you were so eager to kiss her - and kissed you. Her tongue was even more active as she pushed it deeper in your mouth. Her legs gripped you a little tighter and you fucked her a little harder right there on the trunk of your car.

Then you both came. You came and you saw stars as you pumped a hot load into your wife's pussy. You came and sucked on her beautiful tongue as she moaned into your mouth while her legs kicked open and her thighs trembled from the pleasure.

"That was...that was..." she rambled breathlessly.

"Yeah, that was something else," you replied as your heart pounded as hard as you imagined hers was.

"We should do this again next week," she said.

You were hoping she'd say that, because you felt the same way.