This was it. Tonight was FINALLY the night. My boyfriend was turning 30 and I had determined to make it the best birthday he'd ever had. I smoothed the slinky red dress I'd bought just for the occasion over the satin garter holding up my lace stockings. Once I slipped my 5" stilettos on I turned admiringly in front of the mirror knowing that my man would be well pleased.
We started our evening with dinner at a fancy steakhouse. You know the type; dim lighting so you can't see the outrageous prices? Yeah, costly but the dim lighting was just what I was after. We toasted his birthday with a glass of wine and I could see his eyes already wandering over my low-cut dress. I started rubbing my stockinged foot up and down his leg and enjoyed watching his discomfort. My man is many wonderful things but he is very bashful and gets easily embarrassed easily. I knew he was torn between wanting to stop me before someone saw and letting me continue my erotic doings.
While we ate I continued to torment him. As we finished our last glass of wine and paid the check, he asked if we were going to go home and finish what I'd started. I laughingly told him that his night was just beginning. And so it was. The look on his face was one of pure misery. As we left I gave him a long kiss that had him moaning into my mouth. Perfect.
Our next stop was where -if all went as I hoped- his birthday would become truly memorable. We went to a local nightclub well known for its provocative dancers, dark seating and ear-shattering music. As soon as we got our first round of drinks we went to the balcony overlooking the main dance floor. No booths were available but I knew that if we waited we'd get one and for what I had in mind we needed one. Sure enough, not 15 mins went by before a couple of college boys made their way out of one and headed to the stairs. They looked me up and down as they went by and my man tightened his hold on my waist. "See?" he whispered. "I'm not the only one who thinks you look damn sexy." I just smiled as we took their vacated seats. That's when my searching began.
Let me explain; I'd always fantasized about watching my boyfriend with another woman and every time I brought it up, Jake would turn into a complete cum-machine. I knew the thought excited him but he'd never actually do it. That's why I was gonna have to take charge. It wasn't long before I saw him watching a group of girls off to the side of the dance floor. There was one in particular he couldn't take his eye off of; a tall, leggy redhead in a short silver dress. He saw me watching and looked away guiltily but I didn't care. I excused myself to go to the restroom then headed downstairs to find the girl Jake couldn't take his eyes off of.
I saw her at the bar, apparently waiting for a drink. I quickly went up and complimented her on her dress. She turned to me, surprised, but then laughed and thanked me. We started chatting and I invited her to come upstairs and and have a drink with us. She was more than willing as her high heels were starting to hurt her feet. I ordered more drinks for all of us then led her to our booth.