I recently realized that my wife likes the idea of being watched by a stranger. Or at least that's what I believe after her reaction to reading one of the fantasies I had written for her to enjoy. I decided to test that theory.
I asked her if she wanted to go out to dinner at one of favorite restaurants. Naturally, she took me up on my offer. It's an upscale eatery, and when we go there, she takes the opportunity to dress the part. Now, please don't think that she is a slouch, because she is by no means, she is always well dressed and looks outstanding. She always turns head as she is drop dead gorgeous.
This night though, she wore a tasteful yet provocative mid thigh length dress that clung to her curves that left very little to the imagination while not telling the whole story. Her auburn hair framed her big bright blue eyes and full red lips. When I first saw her, my heart stopped.
We arrived at the restaurant and the hostess sat us near the back in a very secluded section. We have sat in this section several times and enjoy it immensely because it's usually empty. It allows us have long talks with little interruption, and it seemed as if tonight would be no different.
Our hostess took our drink order as she sat us and said that she would have our waitress bring them out. Within in a minute or two a hottie, in her late twenties or early thirties, appeared with a glass of merlot, a tall Guiness and a beautiful smile.
She introduced herself as Kelli. She had a bubbly personality as most waitresses have, but she also seemed to have a sense of sarcasm too. My wife and I picked up on it immediately because we invented sarcasm, and we poked and prodded until she began to let it out a little more. Needless to say, we had a good time joking with her.
As Kelli walked back to kitchen to turn in our order, I watched my wife glance at her as walked off. It was an intent glance, as if Christmas presents in a department store window tempted her. I immediately asked if she liked what she saw, and she replied with a stammering admittance that she thought that she was cute'. I knew what she wanted to admit though. Kelli was beautiful and my wife even noticed it.
After two glasses of Merlot, my wife began to loosen up and the conversation turned to sex. I love talking about sex with her, it's always fun because I can tell her anything and not have to worry about weird looks and scowls. I asked her if she would have a tryst with Kelli if she was given the opportunity. She simply giggled and said "you never know....".
Normally, we sit on opposites sides of the table from each other so can converse with one another, as was the case tonight. After her comment though, I moved over to her side of the table. My wife knew something was up, so she raised her guard.
I asked her what she would do if I asked Kelli to take her in the bathroom and lick her sex until she came. She told me that she would get in the car and leave me at the restaurant and I could find my own ride home. OK, I said to myself, that isn't a good idea. I ask other provocative questions, probing my boundaries, leading to varying success. Finally, I asked if she would want to put on a show for our audience. Her eyes perked up as she cut them at me, so I finally had some material to work with. I placed my hand on her creamy thigh as I pushed a little further. I told her that we could enjoy ourselves right there in the restaurant as she had to be there. She was a little reluctant saying that there was no way we could do anything with out getting booted out.
Kneading her thigh, I leaned in and told her to let me worry about that. She took another sip of Merlot as I let my hand slide up her thigh. The conversation can to a near halt and she could only look into my eyes, as she knew what I was about to do.
Kelli came to our table to see if things were ok. As I was about to order another glass of wine for my wife, my hand slid up and brushed the crotch of her panties. I don't know who was more surprised, my wife when she felt my hand on her pussy in public in front of a beautiful young woman, our waitress Kelli when she saw my wife's eyes close and head thrown back or me when I found my wife's panties soaked completely.
Kelli knew right away where my hand was and exactly what it was doing. She blushed immediately. As I asked for the wine, I pulled the wife's panties to the side and slipped a finger deep into her pussy. My wife grasped my wrist with all of her strength, but it wasn't enough.
As Kelli walked to the bar to place our order, she looked over her shoulder and her eyes focused underneath our table to confirm her suspicions. The angle she had and the place my wife was sitting left her with a perfect view of the action. Again she looked.
My wife, with short breath, pleaded for me to stop even though she knew I wouldn't. I continued my assault and even upped the ante. I grabbed her thigh firmly about the knee, lifted it and pulled it open across my thigh. Now her pussy was on full display to out small audience. Again she protested mildly, but it was an empty plead, she was lost in the satisfaction.
As Kelli turned the corner, her eyes searched for the under table theatre. As it came into view to her, she stopped in her tracks as she could now completely see my wife's oozing sex and my fingers stroking it lightly. She resumed her approach after somewhat gaining her composure. I held eye contact with her as she sat the drinks on the table.
She was almost as flustered as my wife. My wife tried to act normally, but it was useless. On the other hand, Kelli was doing a decent job of carrying on as if she knew nothing. Her cheeks were flush and her hands trembled, but she tried to make small talk. That ended quickly as my wife sighed. Kelli lost her composure and knocked my half empty mug of beer off the table.
She quickly apologized and grabbed her towel she carried in the small of her back. As if instinctual, she wiped the table quickly and then bent down to wipe the floor at the edge of the table.
As soon as she dropped, she realized what was going on down there, as did my wife. Taking advantage of the situation, I made my move to make my wife cum. I looked at my wife and whispered "Let her watch you cum, cum for her". My wife could do nothing but close her eyes as her hips started to buck wildly. She was about to cum right in front of a hot female stranger.
With my fingers deep inside of her and rubbing her G spot and my palm firmly on her clit, my wife surrendered to the flood of the orgasm. Kelli didn't appear from under the table until her orgasm had subsided and her body went limp. Catching her breath, my wife just wanted me to pay the check so we could leave so I asked Kelli to grab the bill for us.
Even though I paid for the bill, Kelli returned with the receipt and handed it to my wife. On the back, she had written a note that said, "Sorry you didn't try our dessert. If you want take home a treat in a goody bag, just ask. It's on the house".
When we reached the front door, my wife stopped at the desk. She pulled out pen and paper, wrote a note and went back to the now empty section we had just left. A few minutes later, she returned and we left. After getting in the car, I asked what she had forgotten at the table. She replied that she forgot to leave a tip. Confused because I had left a tip, she explained that she had left a note saying that we would be back next week and she wrapped the note up in her panties then placed them in the booth we were in.
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