Watching from The Bar. Part 1.

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Watching from The Bar. Part 1.My wife, Helen, and I, Steve, are both now into middle age, but we have both kept ourselves trim and fit. Especially Helen. She looks even better now, in my eyes, that when she was younger. The few extras pounds she has gained have all landed in just the right places, if you know what I mean.Helen is a very normal, steady, women. The kind you expect to see at PTA meetings, or helping out at charity sales. She loves, I know, as I do her. But, for years now, things have just got stale, and very routine.Especially for me as I have a whole bunch of fantasies rattling around my head. But, Helen. She is not the kink of women you can broach these subjects with. She is way to level headed, and would simply find the ‘naughty’ ideas a little bit amusing, but not something she believed you really meant.On the other hand she does like sex, and has always been up for a bit of fun. So, maybe, maybe, I just have to put her in the right situation. So, this is what I did…We were headed out on holiday to a beach resort, and when we got there, I had heard about a bar in town that stayed open late from one of the hotel staff. They often had live music and had ‘chill out’ area with comfy seats where the volume was turned down. Kind of place where people can chat. I asked Helen if she would like an evening out there, and she was very agreeable to the idea. We decided to go that evening. I told her I was planning on wearing something smart, Blazer and pants, and she should really be thinking about a nice dress. I suggested the light cream dress she had bought a while ago at a sale, but had never had the chance to wear. With a wicked grin, I also suggested the light red underwear set the girls at work had bought a few Christmas back. That year they had decided, for a bit of fun, to get each other some nice lingerie. This got me confused look until I told her I had packed them hoping we would get the chance to go somewhere nice. This then got me a very calculating look, but she didn’t push that any further. She expressed the worry that it might make her look a bit slutty, so I reassured her that the underwear and dress both looked classy, and sexy. And, what the hell! It’s not like we are going to run into anyone we know. The calculating look return with a vengeance, etiler escort but, again she didn’t push it. I took this as a good sign!We got to the bar and we went back to one of the quieter, chill out, areas. I suggested we sit up on some stools at the bar so we could watch the action in the bar around us. She liked the idea. Thtas was until she sat up on the stool. He dress was a bit clingy and rode up as she sat down. The quickly whispered to me her concern that she was showing a bit to much thigh. I looked down and told her that although her stocking tops were showing a bit, it was not like here suspend belt was on show or anything. This mollified her, so we order drinks and sat back to watch the crowd. It was very lively and we chatted and had a few drinks. After a while nature called and I had to visit the little boys room. Whilst taking care of business a guy started using the next urinal. I glanced over and saw he had a really fat 8 inch cock (flaccid). Well, this got mind mind racing!I got back to my wife at the bar. As I approached her I saw that while she had been sat there, her dress has rode up quite a lot! Her suspender belt was now clearly on display. Between this and having just observed the huge cock in the toilets, my mind really was spinning. I said nothing about her dress. I told myself it was because I didn’t want to embarrass her, but deep down I knew it was because it was making me so turned on thinking of other guys checking it out! The blood was flowing though me so quickly it loosed my tongue! “Jesus” I said. “The guy in the pisser next to me had the biggest cock I have ever seen. Thick as my arm and must have been at least 8 inches hanging down!”. Helen was a little shocked and told me “Honey, Thats not really the kind of thing you tell your wife!”. I froze up worried I had killed the good mode. Thankfully, a few seconds late she said, with a little bit of a gasp and surprise in her voice, “As thick as your arm? Really”. Yeah, I replied. “It was that nice looking guy over there on the sofa”. She looked over at him and whispered “I see what you mean, he is packing a bit of a bulge”. The she giggled. Helen never giggles. The sound of it sent a shiver down my back.Our next drink arrived and we continued ümraniye escort to watch the crowd. Helen nudge me and said in a shocked voice “The guy from the toilet, I think he is looking at me”. I glanced down at her dress. A good half her suspender belt was now on show. I felt myself to instantly get erect. “Well, err…” I started in a slightly nervous voice “That might be because you are flashing your suspender belt at the whole bar”. She stiffened and went quiet for a few seconds. She didn’t try to pull her dress down and I rationalised that that was because she didn’t want to draw further attention to herself, but, Oh, Ohh, did I hope… “When did you realise that?” she asked quietly. “Well, when I got back from the toilet” I said. In a cool voice she inquired “And you didn’t think to say anything?”. “Well, you know” I said “We are on holiday, nobody here knows us, and the idea that others guys in the bar can see your underwear made my cock hard as hell”. Silence……..The silence went for a minute, then two, then three. Oh boy I thought, am I in trouble here! “He is still looking at me” she finally said.”He probably finds you as sexy as I do” I replied. I was in so deep trouble here that it really couldn’t get worse. So I really had nothing to loose by saying that. Silence……A few minutes pass, I tactically kept my mouth shut (the married guys out there will understand). “Oh” she said. Well, at this point. She was still sat there with her dress rode up. She had not slapped my face, and she had not stormed out. And she had not got angry. And, my cock was still rock hard. And at that point, the little head over rode the big head. “He really is a sexy guy” I said. “Yes” she agreed. “I don’t mind if you would like to go over an chat to him” I said. She looked at me wide eye’d. “It has never, never entered my mind to cheat on you” she says. “Don’t be silly, I have no problem with you chatting to a hot guy, it might make you feel young and wanted again” I say. “And chatting and flirting is not cheating” I continued. Her eyes were now really wide and she was clearly off balance by the whole conversation. “Don’t be silly” she says “You would have a heart attack if I went and started flirty with another guy”, “You sarıyer escort would jealous as hell””. “And I would feel like a complete slut” she finished. You don’t go this far to back out, this chance may never happen again I thought. “And what if I fantasies about you being a slut” I ask, “what if it makes me hard, and want you even more?” I say. I looked down at her dress and I could see her nipples where hard. It emboldened me, it made me more excited than I had ever been in my life.I looked her in the eye. I could see confusion, but also excitement. I could see her eyes flicking back to the toilet guy. Then back to me. There was pleading in there, she had no idea what to do, or what I wanted. But she was hot, hotter than she had been in years, and so was I.”A slut wife would go and chat, and flirt, with the guy while I watch” I said. She looked at me like I was crazy. “A slut wife would flirt, then maybe have a kiss and cuddle, while her husband watched” I said. Eyes wide, she said nothing. “if you did not want to be my slutty, dirty, wife right know” I say “then why have you not pulled your dress down and turned away from him” I ask. She was clear shocked, really, truly shocked as she looked at me. But, she never moved to pulled down her dress, or turn away from him. It was at this point I knew she was with me. She was bored with our marriage aswell. She was also looking for excitement. Just as I was. She leaned in and whispered. “I love you, I know you love me. But what you are saying here is not about love, this is sex. Sex that we can both enjoy. Tell me, it that what you are saying?”. “Yes” I reply simply. She smiles, a shy smile, but a smile.She slipped forward in her seat exposing her panties to the entire bar. “What do you want to see?” she asks. “I want you to go over to him” , I say. “I want you to sit and flirt with him” I say. “I want you to point me out at the bar to him, and tell him your husband is watching” I say. “Then I want you to tell him that I want to see you talk, flirt, French kiss him”. I say. “Then as he puts his tongue in your mouth I want you to lift your leg over his, exposing your panties, and pussy, to him. Then tell him to kiss and finger you while I watch”. Now. Now. Helen is shocked!!! “I want the whole bar to watch him play with you, when they have clearly all seen that I am your husband, not him. I want the whole bar to see you are a hot wife slut”. “Then I want the whole bar to see the three of us leave together”, I tell her. “My good why?” she asks. Because, I say, “We are taking him back to our room for a threesome”!!!!! “Now, go and do what I said”!!!!

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