It was finally date night.
If you haven't read my previous stories then let me introduce you to our life.
My wife Alexa is a sexy little 5'2" blonde with a tight, fit body and a perky little ass. Everything about her is grabable.
Tonight she dressed up in her tight dark blue jeans, brown leather stringed heels, and a flowing blue blouse with tassels streaming from the neckline.
"Hey you know what those remind me of?" I said. She smiled and twirled them around in front of her boobs like a stripper.
We decided to check out a favorite bar. In all honesty we never expected the night to be exciting, maybe have a few drinks and head home to have some fun together, but we soon found ourselves in an adventure.
The bar we went to is a small place, skinny and long. As you walk in there are tables along a long wall to the right and a larger table near the door for groups. The bar is on the left wall.
The clientele range from the younger crowd to the older couples, biker gangs to millennial types. Everyone is very friendly and if you're sitting at the bar you can always find someone to chat with. We often sit on the corner of the bar so we can meet someone and have a nice conversation as a group. My wife was on the corner seat.
Tonight a couple ladies came in and sat with us. One was a bit on the heavier side but had one of those friendly faces that just makes you smile. She had curly brown hair that flowed down to her shoulders. We found out that her name was Jessica.
Her friend Christine was an average weight blonde for her 5'10" structure with decent size breasts.
They had come from a bar across the street so they were already feeling the effects of alcohol.
We started chatting with Jessica, and noticed that Christine was chatting with a raven-haired tattooed woman that walked in from the back of the bar. We couldn't hear much because of the extremely loud music playing from the digital jukebox, but the actions said everything we needed to hear.
Christine grabbed the woman's arm and stroked it in admiration of the artwork and the woman asked if she wanted a kiss. The woman's husband looked on, knowing what was about to happen. Christine said OK and the raven-haired woman pulled her in. Christine tensed her lips and went in for a peck.
It was quick, but once the kiss was released the woman seemed to think there was something more. We saw her open her mouth and stick out her slug-like tongue as she tried to pull Christine in for more. Luckily Christine wasn't paying much attention and thought the kiss was over so she turned her head right at the last second and avoided the aggressive gastric interrogation.
Jessica, my wife and I were busting out laughing about the slimy kiss that the woman tried to give.
Taking what she had seen as inspiration, Alexa decided to chat with a guy at the end of the bar. After a minute she comes back to our corner and asked "he's cute, do you mind if I kiss him?"
"'Course not baby," I said.
