Wife Kissing with stranger in the bar

[JonScores]

I just bought my wife a lace-up both sides micro mini skirt. She tried it on at home, and to my surprise, she loved it. The slits where each side is laced is about 1 1/2" to 2" wide. It offers much too great a visibility through the slits to wear any undies whatsoever. When she tried it on at home, she did so with no panties and still loved it. In addition, the skirt is a micro mini and barely covers her bare ass. When she sits down, most everything is visible. Even with her legs crossed, there is great visibility -- something like a Sharon Stone view. When trying it on for me and sitting, I said nothing about the great view. She asked if I liked it, and I replied that I certainly did. With that, she exclaimed, "Then, this is a keeper!" Wow, this seemed almost too easy. I asked her late in the week, if she would like to go dancing that weekend in her new skirt. She said that she certainly would.

On Friday night she got ready and came out of the bedroom. I was not shocked to see her in that new black micro mini, but I was shocked to see her wearing her navy blue midriff see-thru blouse on top. That blouse has three buttons, but she left all three open with just the bottom tied together, which offered a remarkably great view of her massive cleavage! I was in heaven. I told her she looked great! We had a couple of shots of Jack to get her loosened up prior to heading for the club.

Upon arrival, I saw all the guys in the club eyeballing her, as did many of the women. She pretended not to notice, however, I know she did and was enjoying the attention. I was attempting to survey the guys after we sat down to order drinks. It was almost a 50/50 split between the guys locked onto the view offered by her skirt and the guys equally locked onto her braless jugs in the see thru cropped blouse. Personally, I could have gone either way if I had been one of the spectators sitting with a view of our table. As the music cranked up, I asked her to dance to the first slow song on our visit that evening. My wife always slow dances with her arms up around my shoulders, and I have both hands resting around her back between her waist and ass. It wasn't long before I noticed all the guys looking down at her ass. I suspected that her skirt had risen up above the bottom of her ass when she had her arms over my shoulders. I danced her over toward a corner while not saying a word to her about my suspicions. Once I had her backed to the corner, I worked my way down, and as I suspected about 3-4" of the bottom of her ass was showing. I didn't want to raise her alarm, so I whispered to her that now that I had her backed into a corner I just had to pinch her ass. She laughed and accepted my excuse for feeling down there. I told her how sexy she looked in that outfit and what I planned to do to her when we got home later that night. She just laughed and said that she liked it when I was naughty. I mentioned that I felt the same toward her. Then I swung her out toward the middle of the dance floor to offer her admirers some more looks. Once the sung was over and we started back toward our table, she tugged on her skirt on the sides and said, "Gee, I hope my skirt had not ridden up on my ass." I assured her that when I had pinched her ass in the corner all was well and covered. We sat down and worked on our drinks until a fast song we liked was played. She jumped up ready to dance. On the dance floor, she can get a little over-enthused. It is not uncommon for her to raise her hands over her head and swing them back and forth to the music. As she did, the skirt would again rise up about 3" or so above the bottom of her ass. It provided quite a show, and I was a willing and excited spectator as she often turned 360 degree circles during her gyrating dances. In addition, her bouncing and arm swinging would gradually loosen the only means holding her top closed -- the knot tied at the base of the crop top. When her arms were raised and swaying to the music, it would lift the crop top over the bottom of her boobies. Her tits never slipped out of the bottom of her top, but they were very visible under that see-thru material. As the night of dancing wore on, her top's knot loosened more and more, thus exposing a greater amount of cleavage with each fast dance. She was polishing off drink after drink, and never seemed to note that her boobies were gradually becoming more and more visible.

After she had downed about 6 drinks at the club to accompany the two shots we had at home prior to leaving for the club, she was becoming quite inebriated. Noting such, I started taking a little more advantage of her while slow dancing. When dancing very close together, I would reach into her top and feel of her jugs. She breathed a little harder each time I felt of them. Of course, my hand stretched the two sides of the top a little more open with each feel. Soon,her tits were just about hanging out of that top on both sides. The fact that the top was see thru was beginning not to make much difference. When she sat down, the top gaped open enough that one could readily see her tits from either side. It finally happened on another fast dance, her tit flopped out of the top. I let her finish that dance without mentioning it until we returned to the table. She laughed when told and gently slip it back into her top. However, it still was hanging halfway out of that loosened crop top. The thought of re-tying the top seemed to have escaped her. In addition, she was becoming less aware that her skirt was hiking up with the dances, and she was beginning to leave it hiked up between all the dances. That allowed it to hike up even further, and when seated, her skirt was folding above her shaved pussy. All the guys in the club were walking past to get a look with obvious hard-on's. Her additional drinking was bringing her to the point of having balance issues. After one last fast dance where both her boobies fell out for the entire last minute of the dance, I waited until we were returning to our table to reach over and slip them back into her top (to the laughter of many around us). I told her that I thought we should call it a night. But first, I had to go to the restroom before the trip home. She said that was not a problem, and she would be there for me when I returned. Just as I got to the restroom door, I heard one of her favorite slow songs crank up. I felt that she would not stay off the dance floor if asked for a dance. However, I had to pee badly and needed to keep my appointment in the little boy's room. Unfortunately, there was a line. After waiting and finally getting my turn, I rushed out to find no wife at our table. On closer inspection, I saw her in the arms of another guy on the dance floor with her boobies both hanging out her top, while deeply French kissing the fellow with his hands in her pussy and her skirt up near her waist. I went over and grabbed her, and sarcastically thanked him for looking after my wife. My wife innocently said, "Oh, I want you to meet Victor. He and I were dancing." I said, "Oh, really! I wish you had danced with me on our first dance like you were dancing with Victor." Say so-long to old Victor here, before someone shoots him." She slurringly said, "So-long Victor." With that Victor quickly took leave, and I stripped my wife naked once in the car to feel her off on the trip home. Once home, she staggered naked into the house from the parked car in the driveway. As she staggered toward the house several cars passed by, and she stopped to wave at them. One car honked and I saw it coming back for a second look as I pushed her into the house. Once inside the house, I pushed into the bedroom and onto the bed, where I fucked the hell out of her. The next morning she remembered little, but did ask me if I had fucked her last night. When I shook my head yes, she said, "I thought you did. I was really horny, and it felt very good!"