My finger slipped inside Jen to prove my point. Her body tensed, her inner pussy muscles clenching around my finger. Stroking her pussy, my finger dipping in and out of her depths. Circling and pressing her needy clit. Her hips lifting, begging for more, more of this. Wanting to cum on my probing fingers. Looking into her pleading eyes. I knew she was ready to cum. I whisper, "Wait." With a sigh, she bites her lower lip before sipping her Sauvignon Blanc.

Pushing her hair behind her ear,

I lightly nip her neck, as I whisper, "Wait until the server returns." Her answer is a low whimper.

I notice a couple sitting across from us watching my Jen. I smile as I lift my wine glass to them. If they could only see under the table, their view would be my two fingers plowing in and out of Jen's cunt.

Would they be shocked and divert their eyes? Or come to our table and ask to join us?

I know Jen would welcome both of their fingers in her, while she deeply kissed the man's wife.

Mmm, but that's another story.