A couple of weeks after my wife and I returned from our holiday, we started to use a replica dildo of my penis we had bought more and more often. Not always, so we didn’t get bored of it, but more than we imagined we would.
Even when we started dating, we both loved to people-watch. On our first few dates, we would go for dinner, sit on the beach or the park, and watch people. Without judgment and jealousy, we would say if the person were good-looking, etc., later it was a quick “that person's a smash” or “that’s a pass” if one of us found someone attractive and the other didn’t. Guy or girl, it didn’t matter. We always had that open dialogue.
Fast forward to one of our date nights, we went to Nobu, and usually, for date nights, she goes all out with her hair, makeup, and dress. I also wear a suit and stuff; it’s our little thing. This dress that she wore was cleavage-heavy, and we both noticed right away she was getting looks now and then from people passing by (a massive turn-on for me)
While we were in line, there was a couple ahead of us, and they were both beautiful; wifey looked at the guy and quietly said, “Smash,” to which I replied, they both were. The hostess came and said, “Table for Adam,” and led them both inside.
A few minutes later, she came back and took us to our table, and while we were walking in, I noticed “Adam” blatantly staring at my wife as she was walking ahead of me. When we sat down across from them, I told her he was noticeably checking her out, but as always, when it comes to this stuff, she didn't believe me (my wife has any idea how hot she is and is aloof to the attention she gets).
After we ordered our appetizers and first round of drinks, watching her get ogled at excited me, so I wanted to have some fun. I told her if Adams's partner went to the toilet, she should pretend she was going to reception and see if he tried to get another peak at her. To my surprise, she didn’t even need any convincing, either. I told her to walk to the reception and ask something about the specials or something. She asked me how badly I wanted her to do this, to which I replied I was already semi-hard under the table just thinking about it. She said fine but had something better in mind and to let her know if/when she left the table.
Soon enough, the woman left the table, and I promptly told my wife that she had done so; she quickly replied, “Be right back,” with a devilish smile and took her handbag with her, which I found odd. She walked straight past the reception and into the toilet. A few moments later, she walked out, and as she walked closer, I noticed that her nipples were poking out hard from her dress. She took her bra off. I couldn’t believe it.