Sitting at my desk, looking at the time every five minutes, I kept asking myself why time passed so slowly on Friday afternoon. My mind was barely on my work, but instead, I was thinking about the upcoming weekend, and even though nothing had been planned yet, that meant very little, as the activities of most weekends were spontaneous. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, and when I looked at it, I saw a message from my wife, Mia.
"Meet me at Moos. I will be there at seven," she wrote. "Moos?" I pondered. I believed that was a bar on the other side of town. I googled it quickly, and my suspicion was confirmed. It was a fair drive from my work, but I should make it, no problem, so I thought.
Rushing out of the office at 5 o'clock, I did not count on the traffic, which was usually heavier on Friday evenings, and I certainly did not anticipate the accident that had happened earlier on the freeway. It was clear very soon I wouldn't make it by 7 o'clock, but the game was on, meaning I couldn't text Mia without ending it, and I did not want to do that.
Sitting in the car, waiting for the traffic to start moving again, I wondered how she would be dressed tonight. The classy lady, the housewife, maybe a sexy tart, I never knew until I entered the premises and laid my eyes on her, then the game earnestly began. I chatted her up, seduced her and took her home to make love to her, all the time pretending I was a stranger who just picked her up in a bar. We both enjoyed our games, and they always ended in great sex. It was a tremendous relief when the cars started to move, but according to the GPS, I would only be there about 7:45. "Damn it!" I cursed.
Entering the bar at 7:50, the GPS was so right, I scanned the room. It was busy but not crowded. I saw my wife sitting at the bar with her back to the entrance, and I thought, "The sexy tart". I smiled with anticipation approaching her when I realised the man sitting beside her was, in fact, talking to her. I stopped in my tracks, and he noticed but continued with whatever he was saying. There was an empty table just right of me, so I sat down and kept watching the two of them. She seemed to enjoy the conversation, laughed and even touched his arm.
When the waitress approached me, I ordered a glass of wine. Sipping on my drink, I watched him touching her hair; she laughed, looked around, and that was when she saw me. She waved me to come to her. I guessed the game had been cancelled, so I approached them.
"Hello, Babe. I thought you were abandoning me tonight," she said.
"Hello Baby, the traffic was horrendous," I replied, kissing her softly on her cheek.
"Let me introduce you to Leo. He has been keeping me company while waiting for you. Leo, this is my husband, Luke."
"Hi, thanks for looking after my wife," I said to him shaking his hand.
"It was my pleasure, Luke."
"How long have you been sitting over there, Babe?"
"About half an hour."
"You should have joined us when you came in."
"He likes to watch his wife with another man," Leo said.
"What? What are you saying, Leo?"
"I saw your hubby come into the bar, and when he noticed us, he sat down at a table and kept watching us, and it looked as if hubby even enjoyed what he witnessed."
"No...! Is that true, Babe? You like to watch me with another man?"
Before I could reply, Leo jumped in.
"Let's test it. If I am right, then hubby will not do anything, but if I am wrong, he will kick my arse."
"What do you mean, Leo?" she asked.
"Well, kiss me, and we will know."
"No, I am not going to kiss you."
"Aren't you curious to know, Mia? This is your chance to find out something about your hubby you have never known."
In silence, I sat there, my heart thumping in my throat, wondering if she would kiss him. Mia looked at me questioningly and, seeing that I did not object to Leo's suggestion, turned to Leo again while considering his proposal.
"I don't know, it all sounds so weird, but deep down, I am curious... Let's do it."
She slid off her chair and stepped between Leo's legs, looking into his face. He put his hand on her waist as she glanced towards me, then looking at him, she softly kissed his lips. My stomach was churning, my heart pumping and a dash of jealousy ran through me that was stopped by the stir in my groin. She put her hands on his shoulders, and they started to nibble on each other's lips. She glanced at me, seeing no objection on my part kissed him again on his lips.
I watched as their tongues fought; Mia's lips melted on his lips, her arms snaked around his neck, and she passionately pashed him. I was excited and could not deny it even if I wanted to. What I saw in front of my eyes was so beautiful, so erotic, and it turned me on. Seeing another man kissing my wife was so hot, such a turn-on.
"That was nice," Mia said when the kiss was broken, then sat back on the bar stool.
Both of them looked at me, then at each other.
"He hasn't kicked my arse yet," Leo said, smiling triumphantly.
"Oh wow, I never knew, Babe."
She noticed the bulge in my pants and reached over to grab my cock, squeezing it in her delicate hand, which sent even more blood into my phallus.
"You love this, don't you? You cannot deny it, Babe. I hold the proof in my hand."
"It was beautiful, Baby, the most erotic thing I have ever seen."
"I am shocked, but I sort of like what I did do to you, Babe."
Leo pulled his chair closer to Mia's, and when he sat down again, her legs were between his, her knees almost touching his crotch. Emboldened by my reaction, he slid his hands onto her nylon-covered legs and gently stroked her thighs.
"I bet he would love to see me sliding my hands under your skirt, Mia, and the moment I touch your pussy see your face," he said, looking into her eyes.
Biting her lower lip, she glanced towards me, and I could see in her eyes the excitement building as his hands glided under her short dress.
"I love a woman in stockings, find it so sexy," Leo said as I watched the hem of the dress slide up on her thighs, exposing the welt of her stockings.
"Look at her face, Luke," he said, and I did.
A moan escaped her lips, Mia bit her lower lip, and her eyes turned glossy.
"You would love to see your wife fingered and brought to an orgasm, wouldn't you?" Leo asked.
"Yes, I do," I said, looking at Mia.
"You would love to watch your wife being fucked, brought to orgasm by another man, wouldn't you?" he asked again.
"Yes.., yes, I do," I quietly replied.
"And you'd love to be a slut for your husband, wouldn't you, Mia?"