We took the only seats left, two stools at the bar. That was fine by me. Given our rare night out without children we had rented a very nice hotel room nearby and were intent on a few cocktails to precede our evening of revelry. Bellying up to the bar would be just fine!
In anticipation of our end of the evening festivities, she had worn a white lacy thong, my favorite, under her tight, just-above-the-knee length skirt which hugged her firm, round ass, and a pair of mid calf black boots. She knew that skirts and boots were a turn on for me. I loved caressing the bare leg of her knee, or the soft skin under her knee, as we chatted and drank. She looked luscious in a white sleeveless top which showed off her muscular, athletic arms and back, and a hint of make up to accentuate her blue eyes. My wife has highlighted brown hair, not reaching her shoulders, a perfect smile, and looks very good for any age, much less almost 40. I don't look bad myself, being thin and muscular with decent abs from a mixture of hard work and good genetics.
Our room had a massive mirror mounted on the wall beside the bed which excited me as well. I love when she rides me and I can watch her fantastic ass going up and down on my cock. Whenever we get a night on the town away from our little ones it always ends in some fantastic love making, and I was already semi erect in anticipation.
There was a couple in the seats beside us, early thirties looking, and very attractive. We struck up a conversation, and their names were Tiffany and Rob, and they were out on the town to celebrate their decision to "pull the goalie" so to speak, and next month to start seriously trying to have kids. They had decided to go out and party a bit first, in case she got pregnant right away and the partying had to stop. We started talking about how the sex life and life in general changes once you have little ones. We chatted about what we did for a living, etc.
It turned out that Tiff was a yoga instructor, so she and Jess got along fine, as Jess is a yoga fanatic, and the two of them seemed to become instant friends. I had trouble listening to what Tiff was saying, however, because I kept thinking about her hot body. She appeared to have some Philippine or Hawaiian blood, with that dark complexion, big brown eyes, long black hair, and a body that would stop a truck. She also was wearing boots, knee high, and a gauzy loose blue dress that stopped mid thigh, occasionally affording me glimpses of more. Her legs were perfect and toned, and I was fixated on them! Each time she leaned forward to say something to my wife, who sat beside her, I caught a glimpse of small but round breasts peaking out of her dress as well. A long time ago, long before kids, Jess and I had discussed fooling around with another couple, and how it would turn us on to see each other with someone else, but it never materialized, and we never talked about it again. But whenever we met an attractive couple, it always lurked in the back of my mind, and I kept picturing myself dropping to my knees, lifting her skirt and burying my face into what I knew had to be a perfect pussy between those perfect thighs. This was not helping my slowly growing erection at all! I bought a round of Patron shots for the four of us and we continued to talk.
They were both very nice and seemed very much on the same wavelength as us about life. One round of drinks seemed to follow another, and I could tell that my wife was getting tipsy. As with many women, when my wife becomes loosened up, she becomes "friendlier" and regularly ogles both women and men. This is definitely something I encourage, of course. At this point, I caught her a few times stealing glances at Tiff's breasts, which were peeking out quite frequently now from the front of her dress. And I knew Rob was her type, muscular and in shape like me, with shoulder length dark hair, blue eyes, and a slight goatee which, unlike mine, had no hints of grey. I allowed myself to think that perhaps this would be the night!!
After a few rounds, we all decided to go to another place, maybe somewhere with music or dancing, and left together. Jess and Tiff walked ahead of us, and Rob and I followed behind. He and I discussed snowboarding, but I caught him checking out the way Jess's skirt clung to her round ass, and my cock twinged further. Maybe he was thinking the same thing as me!
The girls drug us into a club with dance music rolling out of the open doors, and we quickly found a table in the corner, one of those tall round tables with bar stools. The ladies sat beside each other, with Rob and I on each side of them. We had already ordered another round when Rob said:
"Hey guys. Has anyone else noticed that the girls seem to be dancing with girls here, and the guys with guys." Being preoccupied with visions of my hot wife and Jess naked and rolling on our bed, I hadn't really looked around much. Rob was right, there did not seem to be any opposite sex couples here. "I think we've wandered into a gay bar!"
"Doesn't bother me." My wife was quick to quip. "I like women too." She looked at Jess, who giggled and replied:
"Me too!". With that, my wife leaned forward, and the two ladies shared a long passionate kiss. Now I was no longer "semi-erect", I was hard as a rock, trying to hide it under the table. After breaking off their kiss, Jess turned to Rob and asked point blank. "What about you? Have you ever thought about men?"
Rob turned bright red, and began stammering something about it not being something he's thought about when Tiff broke in, "Yes! He and I talk about it, and have both fantasized about it. He's never been, but he wants to!" Now Rob was beet red, and didn't know what to say. Jess reached under the table and grabbed my hard-on before saying:
