My wife Alissa and I have been married for about 5 years. We got married when she was 21 and I was 22. She's a hot, petite little blonde with a tight body, flat stomach, and long sexy legs that she keeps toned at the gym and is often mistaken for celebrity Julianne Hough. She was a virgin when I married her, coming from a conservative midwestern family and had only ever had her tits sucked on and fingerbanged in high school from other boys she dated. She and I enjoyed a healthy sex life and after about 4 years we had our first baby. The new kid was fun but put a strain on our sexual relationship, although sucking the milk out of an engorged breast was a new fetish that I discovered for myself and she definitely enjoyed it, too. It was incredible how huge her tits got after having the baby made her bikini's and lingerie look obscene with how much her tits pushed out of her tops.
Her 25 year old body bounced back very quickly and after the baby was a few months old we were finally able to feel comfortable enough to get a family member to stay the night at our home with the baby so we could go out on the town, stay at a hotel, and feel like a young married couple again. She packed some kinky lingerie and a really sexy, tight mini dress for drinks and dinner. It was one of the clubbing dresses she wore back in college before we were married. It was very short and perfect for showing off her nicely toned legs and body and showed far more cleavage with her increased cup size.
Her tits barely fit into her tight little outfit and after about an hour she noticed all the stares she was getting from men (and their angry wives) and started feeling extremely self-conscious wearing it out in public. I found that I enjoyed the other men staring at her hot body while we were out and I encouraged her to stay out a bit longer. We went to a local dive bar and danced a bit and she loosened up after a few more drinks. One scruffy-looking, unattractive and out of shape (but nice enough) guy in his late 30's or early 40's kept chatting us up at our table and used the opportunity to keep staring at my wife's breasts (they were actually getting larger as time went on since she hadn't pumped in several hours). Alissa tipsily asked if I wanted to go back out on the dance floor but I was pretty much ready to go and fuck her brains out back in our hotel room. Plus I was exhausted from all the dancing and was happy for a break.
The guy asked if he could dance with her for a bit so I said "Sure, have fun you two."
I enjoyed watching my normally reserved wife dance with the stranger dancing with a hot young woman far out of his league, grind on him and let him feel her up a bit before she'd slap his hand away when he got too frisky. Normally she'd NEVER let a complete stranger feel her up the way this guy was but she'd had way more than she was used to on top of not drinking hard liquor regularly since being pregnant and was pretty loose. Plus, this guy seemed harmless.
I had to piss and went to the restroom before they came back to the table. After coming back I couldn't find them at first but then saw them back at a booth in the opposite and darkest corner. He was extremely close to her, putting his hands on her legs, sliding his hands up her bare thigh higher and higher. She was more or less oblivious to this but was still enjoying the attention and allowing herself to be flirty. I was walking toward them from across the way and noticed him quickly slip something in her drink that looked like a little white pill that quickly dissolved. Curious, I decided back off and to watch a bit more from a distance as she took a few more gulps of her tainted drink.
Whatever was in it was having an effect on her very quickly and she started drooping and leaning her head on him. He wasted little time in taking advantage of my sweet, innocent wife in her condition in their private booth. I felt like part of me wanted to jump right in, but I had the largest erection I've had in a long time watching this complete stranger feel up my gorgeous wife. He felt up her legs and then put a hand between them, rubbing back and forth higher and higher along her thighs until he must have reached her panties because she leaned her head back and bit her lip in the way she usually does when she's turned on. He then started feeling her tits, and slowly pulled down her top to expose one. I watched him lean in to nibble, lick and start sucking it right there in the bar! Her eyes were closed but she subconsciously put her hand behind his head to hold him at her nipple. I saw his eyes widen in surprise as he must have suddenly gotten a mouthful of fresh milk. He then kept sucking, gulping down the mouthfuls of milk from her engorged breast. He put her tit back in her tight dress and looked around to see if he could see me, which he couldn't, then helped her up and they staggered towards the back. I followed behind at a safe distance.
He opened the door to the back of the bar that led to a narrow alley. It was very secluded and there were several large trash bins, cardboard boxes and used kegs. I quietly followed as he half carried, half walked my sweet, innocent Alissa down the alley a ways. He then turned a quick corner to a more secluded and dead end of the L shape the alley turned into. I peeked around the corner and watched them.
There was a small mattress that someone had discarded. It dawned on me it was probably him because he must have had this in mind when he came to the bar in the first place! He gently set my wife down to sit, but she moaned and nearly immediately laid down. My heart was pounding with anticipation with what was happening. I couldn't believe I was letting him take it this far!
He pulled down her tight top and immediately began sucking her tits some more. I could hear him as he talked to her.
"Mmm fuck yeah, you tight little slut. You got knocked up, huh? Now you need to be milked? God damn you are so hot."
He sucked her tits and I could see him gulp down milk as fast as he could. More of the semi-clear liquid dripped down the sides of her breasts and he lapped it right up. She moaned, saying my name, and must have been thinking it was me.
