This is a true story about an exciting time that my wife and I had on a recent trip to the city.
My wife, Margaret, and I have been married for decades and we still have a pretty good sex life, although it has become routine much of the time and we seem to have trouble finding new ways to spice it up. We have sex toys and sexy clothing and occasionally watch some porn to get the mood going, but after a while even these ideas become stale. Does that sound familiar to anyone else?
We are about an hour from a large city and decided to head there one weekend about six months ago for a change in routine. We booked a nice hotel that we had not been to before, and decided to stay for a couple of nights. We arrived on Friday afternoon to check into our hotel and found a small(ish) upscale hotel with a well appointed lobby, restaurant and bar on the main floor. We checked in and headed up to our room which was also nicely appointed.
We relaxed with a drink and discussed what we would do with our free time. Margaret changed into a nice sundress which clung to all her sexy curves and large breasts and looked great on her. I suggested we hit the sheets for a little sexy time but my wife turned me down saying, “If we are in the city, let’s enjoy the city.” My wife is still a beautiful women, even at her mid fifty age, and even with my complaints about our increasingly boring sex life, I still find her alluring.
I was about to insist a little harder that we have sex before we head out on the town when my phone rang. It was one of my employees (I own my own business) with a problem I needed to deal with. It turned out to be a fairly big problem and Margaret was tapping her foot impatiently as I worked through the issues. Knowing she was eager to get going wasn’t making solving the problem any easier, so I told my employee to wait on the phone and then suggested to Margaret that she go down to the bar and get a glass of wine and I would join her when I was finished. She thought that sounded like a good idea and headed downstairs.
I finally got my work problems solved, about forty five minutes later, changed my clothes and headed downstairs to meet Margaret.
The lobby was much busier now with more people checking in. Business hours were over so the bar was half full with people stopping by to have a drink at the end of the work week. I spotted Margaret sitting at the bar with her glass of wine, although I’m sure it was not her first after all this time.
There were guys sitting on both sides of her with their chairs turned slightly towards her and they appeared to be engaged in some kind of conversation. I was about to head over when one of the men laughed at something Margaret said and as he did he reached out and gently rubbed her shoulder, in a friendly “I’m trying to pick you up” kind of way. The guy on the other side laughed as well and reached over and touched her forearm in the same way.
Interesting, I thought. Margaret is not a big flirt, but she certainly knows how, and I am not the jealous type as we both trust each other, so I paused and moved to a table away from the bar to see what happens next.
As I watched and enjoyed a beer over the next half hour or so, the three had another round of drinks and the smiles got bigger and the touches lingered longer. Margaret would drop her hand onto the knee of one of her friends as she made a point about something or as she smiled and laughed about one of their remarks. The men touched her arms and shoulders longer and patted her thigh as they talked.
At one point one of the men dropped his hand onto her thigh and left it there as they talked. He seemed to be rubbing up and down her thigh a little. Margaret did not move the guys hand off of her thigh and continued the animated conversation with both gentlemen. The conversation continued for a while longer until Margaret suddenly stiffened and rubbed the guys arm on her right, said something to him and then finished her wine and grabbed her phone and sent me a text, “where r u.” I quickly finished my beer and headed for the door as I sent a text back, “I will meet you in the lobby.”
I headed out the door and was waiting outside the bar when Margaret came out with a flushed face and slightly glassy eyes.
“Having fun?” I asked.
“What do you mean?”
“With your new friends. They seemed to enjoying getting to know you.”
She looked at me with a questioning look.
“I came downstairs a while ago but you looked like you were having fun so I just sat at a table and watched.”
Margaret’s face flushed with embarrassment. “It wasn’t what you think,” she said as she looked at me.
“It was absolutely what I think it was,” I replied. “It was two guys trying to pick up a beautiful women in a bar. And that women was enjoying the attention she was getting.”
We were outside on the sidewalk by now and I pulled her to me and kissed her cheek so she would know that I was only kidding her.
“You were enjoying the attention, weren’t you?”
“It’s nice to know that men are still attracted to me, I guess.”
“They were more than attracted to you.”
We continued to talk as we walked down the street. I reached over and ran my hand down my wife’s back and over her lovely firm butt. Her dress was made from some thin material and I could feel the top of the G string she was wearing.
“Nice,” I said. “Do you think the guys back at the bar knew that the smoking hot women they were talking to was wearing nothing but a G string under her dress? They would have been even more hands on if they had known that!”
Margaret just slapped my shoulder playfully and gave me a dirty look but the smile on her face told me she enjoyed the attention very much. I had to reach down and adjust my pants because I was getting pretty aroused myself and I did not want my hard dick to be too obvious.
We were passing a restaurant which looked quiet and elegant. My wife asked if I would like to stop there for a drink and some dinner and I agreed.
The matre de’ escorted us to a U shaped booth in the corner of the restaurant and Margaret and I slid into the back of the booth so we could sit side by side.
The waiter showed up immediately and took our drink order, a rum for me and another white wine for my wife. As we looked over the dinner menu my wife asked me what I wanted to eat and I told her that what I wanted to eat was sitting right beside me. She gave me the same dirty look and a smack with the menu for my comment but smiled just the same. We continued to scan the menu and I kept up my commentary on all the dirty things I was going to do to her later that night.
“My my,” she said. “It seems my conversation with those two men turned you on as much as it did them.”
“Of course it did. More even, because I know what you’re like in bed.”
“And you’re not jealous?”
“Should I be?”
“Well, they were being pretty friendly.”
“They certainly were. Particularly the guy who was rubbing the inside of your thigh.”
“You saw that?” Her face dropped like she was a school girl caught doing something wrong. “That was when I decided it was time to find you. He was pretty close to touching my pussy.”
She was flushed again and her breathing had become a little shorter and quicker. She looked at me for re-assurance.
“Look, you had a little sexy fun with a couple of guys that made you feel good. At our age, what the hell, have all the fun you want. I enjoyed it, you enjoyed it and they certainly enjoyed it, so relax and we’ll have some fun with it.”
I turned slightly toward her and leaned over to give her a kiss and as I did I put my hand on her thigh and rubbed slowly and gently up her leg toward her pussy.
“You know, the table cloth on this table is so long that no one can see what I am doing.”
My wife just nodded as I moved my hand higher up her leg and almost touched her pussy just as the waiter showed up to take our food order. I kept my hand where it was as we placed our order. I ordered something, but I can’t remember what, as I was too busy thinking about fondling my wife under the table. My wife ordered and the waiter left to help other customers.
I reached further down her leg and grabbed the hem of her dress and slowly slid my hand up her leg, only now I was touching bare skin and my cock got even harder.
“Your friend must have enjoyed this,” I said.
“I enjoyed it!” She said, without thinking. “His name was Gary and the other guy was Alex. It was only Gary who was rubbing my leg.”
I continued to rub my wife’s leg, slowly, gently, my fingers barely touching her hot skin. Margaret had leaned back and rested her head on the back of the booth with her eyes closed as I continued to tease her.
“Touch me,” she said.
“I am,” I teased.
“No, touch me there.”
“My cunt, dammit, touch my cunt!”
I did not realize how turned on my wife was. She rarely talks like that and she had spread her legs slightly to allow me access to her steaming crotch. I slid my hand further up her leg until I touched the material of her G string.
“It’s pretty hard to touch you when you have that on,” I said.
“You have always been able to find your way around it before!”
Just then the waiter showed up at our table and asked if we needed another drink. He did not seem to notice what we were up to under the table so I left my hand on my wife’s thigh as we ordered another drink and the waiter left.
I returned to my wife and moved my hand slowly back up her thigh until I touched the material of her thong. I gently rubbed her clit through the material and Margaret leaned back against the booth with her eyes closed again, her legs parting even more. I gently massaged her quickly dampening thong as she moved her hips ever so slightly to increase the sensation.
“Do you wish Gary had done this to you?”
“Fuck yes,” she breathed.
I pulled my hand away and her eyes shot open.
Continued in Part Two.