A Night to Remember

I arrived first in the bar, by over 10 minutes, I adjusted the cuffs to my shirt and then stole a quick glance at my wife, Laura who was now walking in, as she stepped into the dimly lit pub in the heart of London she was the only single lady as the bar that was full of blokes. She looked stunning—her fitted short black dress, which was so low cut, showing off her 32DD breasts (with no bra) and hugging her curves, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders, and a mischievous glint in her green eyes. I had always been proud to have her by my side, but tonight it was my birthday and she wasn’t going to be just my wife.

Tonight, she was going to act like a total slut.

We had talked about this before—adding a spark, breaking the routine, pushing boundaries. It started as playful conversation in bed, but the more we discussed it, the more excited we both became. Could we do it? Would we enjoy it? We knew what bar to visit that was mostly full of men and on a side street with an alley way attached.

Now, here we were, her at the bar, me sitting down only a few feet away at a table, pretending we were strangers.

I ordered a whiskey, and could see Laura a glass of Sauvignon Blanc. As she sipped, she leaned against the counter, scanning the room with the air of a slut who knew what she desired. Within minutes, she had drawn the attention of several men.

I watched as a tall, dark stranger caught her eye. She smiled—her flirty, knowing smile—and the man took his cue, stepping closer. I sipped my drink, my pulse quickening.

“Alone tonight?” the man asked my wife.

She tilted her head, as if considering her answer. “For now,” she replied.

I could see the way the man looked at her, the way his hand touched her arm. I felt a mix of excitement, jealousy and tension—a strange, intoxicating combination which made my cock so hard.

Laura was playing her part perfectly, laughing at the stranger’s jokes, biting her lip just slightly, her top was so low I could occasionally see her nipples, everytime she leaned in towards him. After approximately 30 minutes had gone, she looked over her shoulder again, her gaze meeting mine. It was a silent confirmation. A question and an answer all in one glance.

And then it happened.

The man touched her waist, leaned in, and Laura let him. Their lips met—a hot, lingering kiss. Not rushed, not hesitant. A real passionate kiss which seem to last for what felt ages.

I felt a surge of such sexual arousal, of possessiveness, of something i couldn’t name. i clenched my glass, watching, feeling the heat rise in my chest. And when Laura finally pulled away, her eyes locked onto mine again. She smiled, and it wasn’t just for the stranger.

It was for me on my birthday.

She excused herself with a flirtatious whisper to the mans ear and sauntered back to the toilet, her heels clicking against the floor. When in the toilet she text me “come and see me now, I’m in the disabled toilet” I put my now empty glass down and hurried to see her.

I got to the toilet and she asked me “if I was happy” and then she placed her hand on my chest, which was beating fast and I said “very happy” and she agreed that she would see if she could get outside with him and let him play with her breasts and she would wank him off, as we had spoke about so many times in our sexual fantasy…

I walked back to the bar, now so hard and ordered another drink with my wife pretending still to be strangers, now sitting beside me at the bar, now I could hear and see everthing.

It wasn’t long before they were kissing again and she started rubbing his cock through his jeans and his hand slid up my wife’s dress and I knew that she wasn’t wearing any knickers.

She then said “she has to go soon as it’s one of her friends birthdays”

Now that was the cue for me to go outside first, then go to the bottom of the alley and hide near the bins, where she would then follow a few minutes later and wank him off so I could see.

The plan worked and I went first and hid beside some bins at the bottom of the alley and within minutes they arrived and were only 10 ft away, already kissing and within minutes he had my wife’s breasts out of her dress and was sucking her perk nipples, I was now rock hard and shaking with excitement, then my wife, as planned un buttoned his jeans and began wanking his dark and extremely large cock off, then not as we spoke about went down on her knees facing me sucked him off, I didn’t know what to think but got so excited and we briefly got eye contact for the first time and I gave her the thumbs up and with that the confusion started, as she stood up and asked him to fuck her and within a second he bent her over and she was now facing me again and he slid in her now wet pusssy and fucked her like an animal, as she has never moaned that much in all the years of marriage she was clearly cumming multiple times before he finally shot his load in her now stretched pussy.

They then slowly got dressed and he asked for her number and to my surprise she gave him her real telephone number.

She then kissed him again for over 5 minutes (I timed it) then they went separate ways and she headed back to the hotel, where I met her in the lobby.

“What happened” I asked, she said “I though the thumbs up meant he could fuck me” no I said it just meant it’s going well, we both laughed at the confusion, but hurried back to the room where i couldn’t stop kissing her and felt so turned on like never before and couldn’t wait go down on her and eating her pussy and to my surprise I could taste his cum, what was still up in my wife’s pussy.

Later that night when we were asleep at 2 am, he text to say that “she had a lovely body” and he was now with his five male friends in a flat and he had told them about meeting a hot brunette tonight, half asleep my wife said “should I reply” and I said “yes could be fun”.

After a few messages he asked for a picture and my wife replied “you first” and he sent a pic with him and his friends all laughing, he then replied your turn and my wife then turned on the light and took a selfie with the duvet covers covering up her beautiful breasts, and within seconds he replied “I told my mates how great your breasts are, can they see?” We looked at each other and my wife still in a mischievous mood said well it is your birthday!! She then took a few pics of her sitting in bed with her breast on show and a few totally naked pictures with her thin strip of her pussy showing….

It was so hot to know that a group of guys all had pics of my wife and were discussing her amazing breasts and wet stretched pussy!!!

“Happy birthday,” she then murmured.

Best birthday ever.