I sit in the booth across from my wife and sip my whiskey sour as she starts on her second glass of Barefoot. Behind her are the high tables and I watch with interest as the couple takes their seats.

He's wearing jeans and a sports jersey; she's wearing a short black dress and heels and was obviously expecting to be going elsewhere. He jumps up on the high chair with his back to me as she struggles to lift herself up and take her seat.

She frowns, plops her clutch on the table and shakes her long blonde hair out as he gives the hostess a drink order. He is checking out the skirt-covered ass as she walks away. Blondie rolls her eyes, looks at her phone and puts it on the table as he leans forward and starts watching the game playing on the tv screen above her.

I take another sip and see her glance my way, our eyes touching for a moment. She looks away as the hostess arrives.

Blondie glances at me after taking a sip from her glass - I lift mine, give her a slight nod and a smile. She looks at him before looking back at me, returns the lift of the glass and gives me a smile before taking a long sip. Her hand brushes through her hair and she turns her body slightly towards me, the black heels perched on the rung of the chair.

Idle conversation with my wife as she peruses her phone allows me the opportunity to take a good look at the woman behind her. Maybe forty, petite with shapely legs and a pretty face. Sexy.

Her eyes stay in my direction as she sips, only glancing at him from time to time as he watches the screen. Her hand goes under the table to the hem of her skirt and slowly lifts it higher, maybe an inch. She knows my eyes are watching.

She puts her glass down and taps his arm again, gesturing to her nearly empty glass. He offers her one of his beers; she declines with a shake of her head. The hostess passes by and he once more places an order before returning his gaze to the screen above.

My wife shows me her empty glass and I catch the hostess as she passes, ordering another round for us as well before looking past my wife once more. The skirt is up higher, another inch, and I can see most of her smooth upper thighs. The hostess drops off our order and then theirs.

I feel my wife's hand on mine and l pull my eyes away for a moment. Her other hand holds her phone, her eyes glued to it as her thumb moves across the screen. Playing a game, texting with someone... I don't know and return my attention to the slowly rising skirt and exposed thighs.

I get a smile as Blondie realizes I am once more watching. The slender fingers, covered in silver rings, slowly pull the material higher yet. She sips her glass as she parts her legs, the heels staying on the perch as her inner thighs are revealed to my lusty gaze. My cock stirs in my pants as she wiggles her bottom slightly and reveals the patch of silky red material between her smooth thighs to me. I smile, nod and take a sip as her hand slips along the inside of her thigh.

A squeeze on my hand as my wife shows me her phone, sharing a video of a cat knocking items off of a table. We share a laugh and I suggest she find a different kind of video to share. She gives me a wry smile and nods, takes her hand from mine and focuses on her phone.

I look up to see Blondie has been waiting for my attention, her gaze fixed on me as she sips her wine. I lift my glass to signal I am once more attentive and am rewarded with her thighs parting slightly wider. She turns and speaks to him as her hand slides between her thighs and a finger caresses the shiny and now damp material. He nods and she looks back at me with a sly grin.

The finger disappears beneath the thin red strip and moves slowly.

My wife taps my hand and shows me her phone. A woman on all fours being spit-roasted in a hotel room. I smile and ask if she's up for that yet. She laughs and shakes her head, says "it's just a great fantasy" as she resumes searching.

I look over to see the finger moving at a faster pace, the material pushed aside revealing the juicy slit being fingered.

With a little quiver her thighs move together slightly as she looks into my eyes and sucks on her lower lip. She has a quick little climax in the busy room, relaxes and the finger reappears. She adjusts her panties, closes her thighs and pulls the skirt hem down.

Her hand returns above the table and I watch as she runs her fingers over her lips, wetting them with her juices.

The phone appears in my view, this time two women with their tongues entwined around a swollen cock. I smile and ask if she's up for that. She gives me a devilish grin.

“Maybe…” she teases.

She giggles, puts the phone into her purse and announces it's time to go.

I stand up and let her out of the booth in front of me, turning my head towards Blondie. She gives me a smile and a little wave under the table as our eyes meet for the final time.