You are getting ready to go out with your wife to a bar for some drinks one Friday night after dinner at home. She walks into the living room wearing a short miniskirt with a tight, black, see-through shirt and no bra.
"Hubba, hubba," you say, eyes fixed on her large round breasts. You can clearly see her nipples through the transparent material of her shirt. "I thought we were going out tonight, but if you want to stay in, I’m up for that too." you say.
"Oh no, I want to go out," she says, blushing. "I was thinking of wearing this to the bar…"
You laugh out loud. "You’ve got to be kidding. You’ll get arrested in that outfit."
She laughs along with you nervously. "Oh honey, I don’t think so. I should be fine. It won’t be this bright in the bar."
You scratch your head nervously, growing confused. “Uh, are you serious? Since when do you dress like this?"
She sighs and looks at herself in the mirror. "That’s just it, I always dress very modestly…and men never pay any attention to me."
You are a little taken aback by this. “I…I didn’t know that was a issue… Men not paying enough attention to you, that is. I mean, surely… men must… you are a good looking woman." You trail off realizing that you are botching this attempt at consoling her.
She gives you a frank look. "Honestly dear, men never look at me. I feel invisible sometimes. I didn’t have this feeling when I was younger," she finishes wistfully, looking off into space as though reminiscing.
"Ahh, you haven’t lost your looks," you tell her. "You’ve still got a great body. In fact, your tits and ass are bigger than ever."
"Well that’s what I’m trying to show off tonight," she says smiling, presenting her ass to you for inspection.
The short skirt rides high up her thighs and you admire her well formed legs and round ass. You gulp and say, “Yeah, well. I guess I would just feel weird about you flaunting it like that in public."
"Well maybe it would be good for you to get a little jealous of other men’s attention," she says bashfully, looking away. "Maybe you take me too much for granted after all these years."
You don’t know what to say so you just contemplate her sexy body silently. You do feel bad that you don’t pay more attention to your wife. After a moment you says. "But you know that it happens to every couple who has been together for a long time. The spark just sort of fades after a while…"
"Yes, I suppose it does," she agrees taking your hand gently. "Maybe if I let other men ogle my body, it will light that spark up again." she says devilishly thrusting her breasts forward.
You reach out and squeeze one generous tit, pinching her nipple softly though the thin fabric and you feel your own member growing stiff in response.
"Well, OK," you agree. "I guess I will go along with it and see what happens."
And with that you depart.
When you walk in to the establishment with her, you are nervous about how bright the lighting is. You always remember it being darker. Your wife’s nipples are clearly visible through her tight black, transparent top. She doesn’t seem the least bit self-conscious, as she squares her shoulders and walks nonchalantly up to the bar.
A group of young men gathered at the bar immediately take notice of her. They are staring at her chest and then boldly looking her up and down, admiring her shapely, stocking clad legs and round ass in her short miniskirt.
"Hello there, ma’am," says one young guy hastily, not taking his eyes off her tits. "May I offer you a drink? Are you here alone?"
"Oh no, my husband is right here," she says gesturing casually to you as you join the group. "But I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if I let you buy me a drink," she finishes with a flirtatious wink.
"Ree-ally?" he says looking at you briefly with interest. "How very… modern of you," he says, which elicits a round of laughter from his friends.
You are blushing furiously as you stand next to your wife and these young men shamelessly ogle her breasts and sexy body. She graciously accepts a glass of wine and someone hands you a beer which you take with an awkwardly muttered thank you. Your heart is racing and your tongue is tied as your wife happily chats with these young men. They are very polite and are casually exchanging pleasantries, but you feel like crawling under a rock. You didn’t realize you would be so embarrassed to socialize with your wife while other men brazenly examine her body. She is clearly loving the attention. Her eyes are bright and her cheeks are flushed with excitement. You must admit that she is livelier than you have seen her in many years, so you just drink your beer and nod silently at the small talk.
Suddenly to your mortification, a couple you know from the country club joins the group, Sam and Janet.
"Suzanne, what ARE you wearing?" shouts Janet gleefully. "It’s simply SCANDALOUS. Don’t look, Sam" she titters, covering her husband’s eyes playfully.
"Hush dear," says Sam pulling her hand away. "Let me look." He approaches your wife confidently and holds her at arms length, looking her up and down appreciatively while she blushes furiously, smiling nervously at him. "I think you look… marvelous. Such a flattering outfit," he says, turning to give you a lewd wink which makes you cringe. He then hugs her in greeting and you swear that his hand brushes her breast on purpose.
Everyone looks on while they hug for a slightly inappropriate amount of time and you notice that he cups her rear in one hand while she presses herself against him sensually.
"Stop it, you’re making me jealous!" Janet screeches with delight. When they disengage, you notice that your wife is breathing heavily and her erect nipples are straining against the translucent fabric of her shirt forming two distinct points. Janet leans toward you with a conspiratorial air and whispers, "I didn’t know you were such a SWINGING couple," she says with a lascivious grin that makes your cock hard.
"I’m not sure that we are…" you stammer clumsily. But Janet just nods knowingly.
Conversation continues with introductions all around and you look on nervously while one of the young men puts his arm casually around your wife’s waist while they are chatting. You notice that all the men are paying a lot of attention to your wife and many of them gaze directly at your wife’s bosom while they talk to her. She just ignores this and acts as though it’s perfectly normal for her to be ******** her breasts this way. At one point another young guy approaches your wife from the other side and puts his arm behind her back. She makes a startled gesture and taps his chest playfully.
"How dare you," she says playfully. "Honey, this young fellow is taking liberties. He just pinched my bottom!" she laughs.
Your pits are drenched and your heart is beating quickly.
"Err, yes, that’s rather rude," you say lamely.
Everyone laughs at your discomfort and the young man hold up his hands apologetically. "Sorry sir, I didn’t mean anything by it. I was just teasing. It’s all in good fun."
The night progresses with a series of unnerving events like this. Men gather around your wife all evening and are constantly taking any opportunity to touch her inappropriately. One fellow puts his hand high up her thigh while she sitting on a bar stool and is squeezing her leg enthusiastically when you clear your throat nervously and suggest that he might consider ceasing that activity. Many men ask her to dance and one fellow grabs her by the hips and grinds his crotch against her from behind. You are about to stride over and intervene when Janet constrains you.
"I know it seems shocking, but that is actually a popular dance these days among younger people," she says with a twinkle in her eye.
"You can’t be serious," you say in amazement. "He’s…he’s dry humping her out there," you say pointing helplessly at the dance floor.
"No, no, it’s a dance alright," chimes in Sam. "I’ve seen it. And really Suzanne seems to be thoroughly enjoying it," he says with a smirk that makes your blood boil.
But as infuriating as the evening seemed, it was all worth it when you got her home and pushed her down in the hallway to have your way with her.
“Oh, honey! What are your doing?” laughs your wife drunkenly as you pull her panties down.
“Has is been so long that you really don’t know what I’m doing?” you ask, plunging your face into her crotch. Her pussy is hot and soaking wet already and you lap her clitoris with your tongue for a moment, but she doesn’t need any further stimulation.
“You’ve been a very naughty wife, and now it’s time for your cock,” you tell her gleefully, yanking your dick out of your pants and climbing on top of her.
“Oh, darling, I think you are right.” she gasps as you insert your johnson into her waiting cunt.
You plunge your member in and out of your wife for a few minutes, gripping her soft round ass lustfully and soon she shudders with an orgasm. Once you notice this, you allow yourself to release your seed deep within her, shooting load after load into your wife.
As uncomfortably as the evening was, you must admit this was the best sex you’ve had in years. As you lay together on the cool marble floor basking in the afterglow of your orgasms, your wife says casually. "I gathered a lot of phone numbers this evening. How would you feel about me going on a date or two?"
"I’ll have to think about it," you say skeptically.
But your wife notices your cock growing stiff again at the thought of it and says, “I’ll take that as a yes!"
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