Then you can expect Roger has set things up so he and a friend or two can corral her and all will end up back at his place.
They will go bar hopping and dancing. Each one will have their hands on her, first one guy, then another. She will love the attention, even though she promises herself that she is only going home with Roger, and Roger is going to be the only one who fucks her.
At the end of the evening, Roger will have them in a bar with low lighting and a comfortable booth where they sit alone. With Roger's two friends, your wife will end up between them while Roger beams at her and make sexy innuendos, letting his friends roam their hands across her. With just one friend, Roger will be on her other side.
Ether way, your wife is expecting Roger to keep control of things. There will be joking, and teasing, and more petting as hands keeping move across her body and and tugging at her clothes. She doesn't want things to go to far until she and Roger are alone. Roger assures her she will be safe, and cajoles her to keep going. But she can't, or won't, stop the inroads being laid through her defences.
Margaritas, Long Island Ice Tea, or another of those most insidious poisons know to man may help reduce her resistance. So may nuzzling, tiny kisses on her neck and ears, sucking her fingers, stroking her face and hair, the search for spots that really get to her. And since Roger knows, they will be found.
Or maybe Roger will just give her a look of authority and his voice of command will gain her submission. Hands will slide between her opening legs, parting them as they massage up her thighs. Hands will cradle her breasts seeking her nipples. A hand will press against the mound under her thong, then undulate to vary the sensations felt by her buried clitoris.
Finally hands will slide her hips to the edge of the seat, pushing her skirt up, letting her feel hidden by slouching down between the men. Your wife will give up resistance, letting her knees fall wide apart to hands that pry and letting her top go free to hands that ply inside, lifting her breasts out of her brasserie and gliding palms and fingers across her nipples.
Watchers across the room may notice her enveloped on either side, a pliant woman whose eyes have lost focus, breathing slow, enthralled by the caressings and pressings of Roger and his friends.
Soon fingers slip inside her thong, seeking what pubic hair there may be. Then at a word between her lovers, they unite and slide the waist band down her hips. Your wife cooperates, lifting her hips then legs as it comes off. Roger pockets the thong for later use, leaving his friends fully access to your wife's womanhood.
Her wetness and puffy lips magically draw one friend's finger up inside her. A second finger adds to her feeling of fullness. Slow in and out motions across her vaginal opening alternate with probing of the rough area that marks her g-spot. Her nips receive gentle attention. Every man is pleasuring your wife..
Then starts a battle of patience.
Your wife is on a slow build, totally oblivious to everything but the press of two male bodies and the stimulation from the many hands. Time has no meaning to her; she wants it to go on forever, stretching out the plateau infinitely before the orgasm she knows must eventually cum.
Eventually someone will give into temptation and start doing circles over her clitoral hood. What had been tiny sensations there from the stroking of her nipple and the pull of her pussy lips focus into the sharper sensation felt now through just a single layer of skin. When the finger makes contact with the magic button, will she be able to warn them climax is imminent?
Roger, who knows her responses best, will be ready to press her mouth against himself when she looses control of her voice and starts whimpering. He will have to hold her tight when she tenses, shudders, jerks, and flexes her body as the intensity of stimulation overwhelms. Your wife will be muffled and restrained to keep her orgasm from drawing too much attention.
But the watchers will see, and smile at Roger and his friend(s), passing them "high signs" in appreciation of their conquest. Your wife will be made presentable, and escorted out the door on Roger's arm while the watchers sneak looks of envy and admiration, both for your hot wife and for Roger. Perceptive ones may realize that Roger has become a bull, in complete charge of your wife's sexual activity for many on-cuming hours.
One friend chauffeurs, and the rest of the party enters the back seat of the vehicle that will take them safely home -- to Roger's home, NOT yours!
What fun this scene is! I just wonder when Roger will swing by the house and take Screwher home with them to watch, film and join in.