Stress Relief

[susurrus]

With her shoe off, I watched Christie strain to reach her foot to my crotch. After a short while, she changed seats, whereupon, with only a minor contortion of her leg, her foot rested very nicely against my swelling erection.

Letting out a quiet moan to let her know I liked what she was doing, I looked over to see her smile, then turn back to her menu.

There was always a great inner debate when we came to this restaurant. The food is spectacular, but we don't get here as often as we'd like, so the problem is winnowing down your order to just one thing, when you'd love to order at least one of everything. I saw that silent personal conversation going on with Christie as she perused the menu. As she did so, her fingers followed the neckline of her dress, so maybe the consternation on Christie's face wasn't quite as honest as I'd first imagined.

When her finger brushed the side of her breast and I saw her nipples harden beneath the fabric, I had a pretty good idea she knew exactly what she was doing. Any doubt was washed from my mind when that finger hooked the edge of the fabric and pulled it away enough that I could see the whole of her gorgeous breast and its erect nipple.

Well, of course, about that time, the waiter decided to come to take drink orders. From the corner of my eye, I saw Christie nonchalantly straighten herself up, as if she hadn't just flashed me in a busy restaurant.

It took me a moment to form a coherent sentence, but I eventually managed to order us a bottle of wine. When I looked up after having made my order, I caught the waiter ogling my wife. Oh, he was being sneaky about it, but let's just say I was particularly sensitized to how Christie looked and the reaction others were having to it. I mean, dressing her like this had been mainly for my own benefit, but I wasn't so naive that I didn't realize others would find her hot as hell, too.

When the waiter finally realized he was hanging around just a little too long, he departed and I turned to the dinner menu.

"It would appear you're quite the hit," I said, my eyes not leaving the menu, but slipping a hand under the table and gently caressing the foot that rested against my hard-on. "I knew you would be."

 

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Christie was so engrossed in her husband's reaction that she didn't notice the waiter until her was right at the table. As casually as she could manage, she withdrew her hand from her décolletage. After Matt and she had placed their orders, Matt directed a comment towards her.

"It would appear you're quite the hit," followed by him carressinf her foot and stating that he knew she would be. Christie arched her eyebrow at him.

Are you showing your wife off, or are we on a date?" she asked in mock crossness. Not that she minded Matt being proud of her and wanting to show her off-to the contrary, she felt pleased that he was proud of her. To show that she wasn't truly irritated, she leaned over the table a bit to draw his attention to her bust. This had the effect of pressing her foot more firmly against his erection.

"Because if you want to be teased..." she said conspiratorially

 

[susurrus]

"Are you showing your wife off, or are we on a date?" Christie shot back at me. At first, I thought she was angry, but there was a gleam in her eye and a slight twitch of her mouth that put any fears I might have briefly entertained to rest.

Of course, when she leaned in closer, making sure her glorious tits were well displayed to me, I knew she liked the notion.

Her new position also allowed her to press her foot against my cock even harder. The look in her eye was positively evil when she breathed, "Because if you want to be teased..." She didn't continue, but I could imagine what I might be in for, depending on how I answered.

"In answer to your first question, I was thinking both. Between all those hours on your feet and the workouts you've put yourself through, you look at least as good as you did when we were married. You deserve all the adulation you can get, and I'm proud to be the guy who gets to be seen with you."

I took a deep breath. I might regret what I was going to say next, at least in the short term, but it would be the most exquisite torture any man could hope for...

"Bring it on, girl," I told her defiantly. "Just remember that I'll be taking my frustration out on your body in the end."

Just the fact we were in public made all this even hotter. Christie and I hadn't played this way in years. Even though Christie had tried to ease my tension before we left the house, I suspected I might be leaving this evening with a case of blue balls like I hadn't had since high school...

And I could hardly wait.

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie leaned down to grasp the hand still holding her foot and slid it up her leg, beneath her skirt, and against her damp panties.

"I'm counting on that last part," she said devilishly. She stroked her foot against the bulge between Matt's legs with the side of her foot. Her other hand once again traced the plunging neckline of her dress before dipping beneath to lightly trace the nipple inside, then back out to caress the hand between her legs. The hand that had guided Matt's hand snaked out and into the other side of her dress, holding it out just a bit so that he could see her do it this time.

 

[susurrus]

At my dare, Christie grabbed my hand dragged it up her leg, placing it, ultimately, over the crotch of her tiny panties. It was hot and damp. Apparently I wouldn 't be the only one leaving the restaurant frustrated.

To make sure of that last bit, I fumbled a little, but eventually got a finger over and behind the seam of those wet panties and ran it up and back through the slick folds of Christie's soaking pussy.

Meanwhile, she leaned over again, giving me another eyefull of luscious breasts as she rubbed her foot against my cock. By this time, I was more than ready to just lay her over the table and fuck her hard and fast, but somehow I resisted.

When the waiter came with our drinks, I left my hand where it was. I had no idea whether he could tell I had my hand in my wife's pussy, but if he did, he said nothing. Just before the young man left, I slipped a finger into Christie's hot, slippery hole, just a little...

 

[fnchristie81]

As Christie teased him, Matt apparently decided to engage in "turn about, fair play". As she played with her breasts, teasing both of them, he tightened her panties to put the pressure on her clit that she had been craving. This caused a small gasp of pleasure that was quickly stifled at the sudden appearance of their waiter.

As demurely as possible, Christie slipped the hand out of her dress, trying to pass off as of she had been rectifying an itch beneath her clothes. Matt also stilled his hand, which had switched to barely grazing her clit. She forced herself to sit still in her seat, when what she really wanted to do was to grind her hips down hard on the hand between her thighs.

The waiter, of course, acted professionally. Either he hadn't caught an inkling of what they were doing yet, or he'd developed an incredible poker face, or else he'd become inured to public displays of sexuality. Christie hoped that it was the first, although he was rather attractive.

After displaying the bottle for Matt's approval, the waiter then poured their drinks. As he straightened and prepared to leave, Matt's hand once again begin to move. He slid a protruding finger down along her clit, then managed to almost seamlessly slip it inside her. Christie hissed in a breath, trying to stifle her pleasure but couldn't entirely prevent her back from arching. This served both for pulling the finger deliciously back out, as well as pushing her chest out and emphasizing the erect state of her nipples. It also served to put pressure once again on her clit, and Christie felt her eyes hood even as she bit her lip to keep from making any more noise.

The waiter paused for a moment and stared hard at her as of measuring the extent of her debauchery before raising an eyebrow and turning away. However, Christie was already relaxing her back again, which caused Matt's still-extended finger to once again penetrate her sex. Better prepared this time, Christie was able to have more control over her breathing even though she was still being stimulated.

Embarrassed, but also turned on, she turned and leaned towards her husband.

"Why don't you just throw me across the table and let him see the whole thing," she hissed at Matt under her breath. "If you're going to make me act all tartish, it isn't that much farther to take it all the way."

She truly was slightly irritated at her husband. She was, after all, a respectable woman in a fairly important job. However, she couldn't deny the effext their long-forgotten play time was having on her, nor the extra arousal that inexplicably resulted from vocalizing the degrading thought.

After a few more moments of Matt's teasing her, Christie once again that evening smelled her own arousal, and to preclude further embarrassment excused herself to the restroom after replacing her shoe. There, as she sat and used the facilities, she realized just how sodden her panties were. Even the back of her skirt was a little damp. However, she was faced with a dilemma. The panties were going to retain her scent for the rest of the evening unless she washed them, and the thought of having anyone else come in while she was doing so was repulsive to her. However, if she took them off-even if she cleaned herself-she ran the risk of soaking her skirt.

Christie listened hard to determine that she was alone in the restroom, then darted out and moistened a couple of lengths of paper towel before anointing two of them with soap from the dispenser. She then rushed back to the stall before cleaning between her legs. Her soiled panties went into her small clutch after she'd dried herself. A few moments in the mirror after cleaning her hands to fix her hair and makeup, and Christie returned to the table. As she sat, she misjudged hiw flat she'd set her purse, and a small bit of lace poked out of the opening. Her face flushing crimson to where she could feel the heat between her breasts, Christie hurriedly flicked it back inside before pressing hard on the opening to keep the offending garment from again appearing.

 

[susurrus]

"Why don't you just throw me across the table and let him see the whole thing?" Christie hissed at me. I think the fact that the tease was getting turned around was the biggest point of her annoyance.

"You don't know how much self-control it's taking to not do just that," I told her, my hand staying in her crotch only a litlle longer. Her annoyance was taking the fun out of the tease, so after a short bit longer, I slipped my hand from beneath the table and laid it back where it had started out.

Now free of my probing, Christie excused herself to the ladies' room. When she straightened, I could distinctly detect the scent of her arousal.

I watched her as she made her way to the restrooms, until she passed from view.

Okay, maybe I'd gone too far, fingering her like that. The excitement of the evening was making my judgement cloudy. If anybody from her work saw her acting like a cheap slut, it could be bad for her. Maybe not firing, as they needed every capable hand they could get, but it could get her in trouble, regardless.

When she returned, she looked much more relaxed, the few minutes away letting the adrenaline lose a few degrees. This time when she sat, she sat in the seat she'd started in, not the one that gave her easy access to my crotch.

Reaching out and placing my hands on hers, I started, "Hey, honey, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to get so carried away."

 

[fnchristie81]

Truth to tell, Christie hadn't paid attention to where she had sat when she returned to the table. She had sat opposite her husband on her return. She was thinking about Matt's comment before she'd left for the bathroom, and honestly she had actually allowed it to become a bit of a fantasy while she waited for their food.

She thought of Matt grabbing the front of her dress in his hand and pulling her upright, then roughly pushing her back down so that she was face up on the table. Right there on the restaurant, he jerked the straps if he dress down over her arms, both pinning them so that she couldn't struggle as well as exposing her chest to anyone who decided to check out the sudden commotion.

Matt then forced his way between her legs, causing her skirt to hike up almost to her waist before reaching down and roughly mauling her breasts. A few moments of doing so, then he leaned over and began to suckle them. This hands went between them to start working on his trousers to release himself for her so awaited penetration.

Christie's reverie was broken when Matt reached across the table and grasped her hands to apologize for taking things too far. She blushed once again with humiliation that she had given in to such perverted thoughts. Still, if she were honest, she couldn't entirely blame her husband. She was the one who had encouraged him through her actions.

She decided to answer him not with her words, but once again with those actions that he seemed to enjoy so much. She just smiled at him gently, then arose from her seat and walked around the front of the table, then behind him. She allowed her breast to graze the back of his head, then leaned over him to hug him from behind. She buried her face in his hair, smelling his shampoo, knowing that he breasts oressing against his neck and shoulders would serve to reassure him. After a few moments of his, she kissed his ear and whispered in it, "I love you", before going back to the seat that he felt had caused the trouble. Once giving a slight but devilish grin in Matt's direction, she took his hand and once more placed it in the inside of her thighs.

 

[susurrus]

I half expected some remnant of the anger Christie had displayed earlier to still be simmering in the background, so I braced myself for an argument over my behavior...

Which never came.

Instead, she smiled. Then, she rose and walked around the table behind me, her hand coming to rest on my shoulder as soon as she wss close enough to reach. Once she was behind me, I felt the distinctive feel of breasts against the back of my neck as she buried her face in my hair.

Of course, thd sensation of my wife's tits pressing into me so deliberately woke my cock up again, and my worry that Christie was pissed at me dissolved. The capper was when she leaned down to where I could feel her warm breath in my ear, followed by an almost imperceptible, "I love you."

It'd been quite a while since I'd felt such an eroticism in that simple statement. Sure, we used it with each other regularly, and while we meant it, it had started to feel like a mere rote recitation. It wasn't until that moment that I realized the fact.

There was nothing mechanical about it this time. While the words were "I love you," what my mind and body interpreted was: "I want you to lay me over the table and fuck me, right here and right now... damn the other people and the public place." The lascivious look Christie gave me as she emerged around my back told me my interpretation wss bang-on, and when she again sat in the spot where she'd been before the ladies' room, I knew we were okay.

Of course, what I wasn't quite expecting was for her to grab my hand from the tabletop, drag it down into her lap and up under her dress, between her legs. My cock went fully hard when that hand met bare pussy instead of a wet panty gusset.

I didn't move my hand (I'm no dummy), but I looked over at Christie and told her, "I love you, too," just as I slid the same finger as before back into her slick hole...

 

[fnchristie81]

If Matt was so bound and determined to spoil her, she determined that she would allow him whatever eroticisms he wanted. Even so, she had expected him to more gradually get back to the level they had been at before she used the ladies room. Instead, once she laid his hand back on her thigh, he almost immediately slid it all the way up and discovered the current state of her panties-or more accurately, lack of panties.

His hand slipped down her mound before a finger slid inside her, her eyes fluttering at the pleasurable sensation and a stifled gasp arising from her lips. Christie worked her hips back and forth a little, working the finger in and out of herself.

"You know every one is going to be able to smell me whenever I move, right?" she asked Matt softly. At his teasing grin, she again decided to give him what he wanted. Slowly, she slid her hand from this elbow to his wrist, gently pulling his hand from between her legs. Slowly she raised it to her mouth, her eyes boring into his, then sucked the finger that had just been inside her into her mouth.

Swirling her tongue around it for a few moments, she withdrew it, then used her thumbs to extend two more of Matt's fingers before sliding it down her chin, down her neck, into the neckline of her dress and over her nipple (which she circled with Matt's fingers twice), then the rest of the way down her body to once again between her legs. She spread her legs as far as the skirt would allow, then slid Matt's hand back up the inside of her thigh until it was positioned at her entrancement. She bucked her hips hard against his hand, Matt curling his fingers so that all three fingers slid inside her without a hitch and causing Christie to give out a soft moan of pleasure.

She swallowed hard as Matt gently played inside her. "You also realize that if you aren't careful, people are likely to get a good look at your wife, right? I mean, I've been teasing and flashing you, but if you keep going, you're going to be giving more people more of a show of your wife's intimate bits." To emphasize her point, Christie once again ran her fingers inside the neckline of her top, the backs of them again holding it out a little from her breast as she caressed the nipple he would see the easiest. "Make sure that's what you want," she told him, after another pinched moan of pleasure, "toy have people see your wife acting like a little slut..."

 

[susurrus]

I was so hard. Christie was letting me do what I wanted to her: was even encouraging it by leading my hand to her bare cunt. Sure, it might have just been to let me know she wasn’t really mad at me, but if she was offering, I was taking advantage.

And her pussy was SO wet, there was no way she could convince me she wasn’t having fun.

“You know every one is going to be able to smell me whenever I move, right?" was the whispered warning I got as I moved my finger slowly in and out of her soaking hole. Her comment made me concentrate a little more, and fuck if I couldn’t smell her arousal, right there at the table. It just made me harder and my cock ooze more.

When she grabbed my hand and pulled it out from under her skirt, I thought that was it. However, my fears were unfounded when she drew that hand to her mouth and sucked the finger that had been inside her right in.

Holy fuck, how I wished that was my cock! She kept the view PG-13 from the outside, but what her tongue was doing on the inside made me moan.

Thankfully the waiter didn’t stop by again while this was happening, but if he had, I had a suspicion Christie would have just kept doing what she was doing.

After a minute or so, she gradually let my finger out of her mouth, and I figured that was it. However, I was in for yet another surprise when she flipped the fingers to either side of the one she’d just sucked up beside it, then began guiding back down.

She used my hand to tease her nipples on the way, and they were harder than I think I’d ever seen or felt them. This was too obvious for lingering too long though and before too long, she had my hand back at her pussy.

Well, fuck, she’d given me the cue as to what she wanted, and I sure as hell wanted to give it to her. If anything, she’d gotten wetter in the last few minutes, so it didn’t take a lot of doing to slip those three fingers right into Christie’s waiting pussy hole.

How Christie managed not to signal to the whole restaurant that something sexy and naughty was going on in our secluded little corner, I’ll never know, but while she moaned, it was kept to just the two of us.

As I finger fucked my wife in public, she writhed and humped my hand as discreetly as possible. A few minutes of this went on when Christie finally panted something about the distinct possibility that everyone in the place was going to know what was happening, and did I want all these strangers to know my wife was acting like a slut.

I kept my fingers and their slow, steady pump in and out as I told her, “Babe, I think a lot of them came to that conclusion the moment you walked in the door. I imagine most of them assumed you were pantiless from the start. Though I’ve never thought of you that way - and still don’t – the fact you’re allowing and even helping me do this is hot beyond my wildest imagination. No matter what anybody else thinks, you’re coming home with me, even if I have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you home. If you’re a slut, you’re MY slut, and that’s the only way I’ll have it.”

It didn’t answer her question, but I knew in my deepest heart of hearts that I wouldn’t let things get to the point where we’d get thrown out or arrested. Besides, I had a suspicion our waiter was loving the view too much to ask us to stop or leave. And I knew I had a decision to make: do I keep my hand in Christie’s pussy when he came to take our orders for dinner, or do I take it away and let the aroma drift up even to him...

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt was slightly mollifying in his comments to her that he was excited at her actions, even as he said that people probably already thought that she was a slut. That was a bit embarrassing, but also inexplicably exciting. And if Matt liked that and was that turned on by it...

"You know guys always try to look at girls...if they think she's a slut, they get even more handsy," she warned him even as his fingers continued to move slowly in and out of her at a maidenly teasingly pace. Her hips were rising if their own volition to meet them, almost as if she were fucking his hand as much as he was finger fucking her. "They're likely to try and cop a feel. Maybe while you're right there. Are you ok with that?" she asked. "Because if you're not, you're going to need to stop soon .." She was almost gasping the words now as he kept an orgasm frustratingly out of reach.

 

[susurrus]

"What, you think I"m going to let just anybody manhandle my woman, just because she isn't dressed like a nun and is letting her hair down for the first time in years?"

Now, there have been times where, in my fantasies, I've imagined just that. Me and a roomful of other guys, with my Christie in the middle. When I find such videos online, I get a little envious of the girl, to be able to satisfy that many men all by her lonesome. Nevertheless, the thought of being one of the guys in that scenario is damn hot, too. Or swinging, or any number of different combinations...

Of course, I'd never act on anything like that. I don't think I could ever share my wife with anybody else. I don't think of myself as a jealous man, but I'm not sure my ego could deal with seeing my Christie with another guy, even if my fantasies go that direction once in a while.

What's fantasy is very often hotter if it stays in fantasy, because once you cross that line, you can't un-cross it.

By this time, I didn't really have to move my fingers in and out of Christie's pussy. She was pretty much riding my fingers on her own. It made me smile a little: Here she was, warning me about others' potential reaction to her behavior - that I was leading her into - yet she was gladly continuing to indulge both of us in it.

Then a thought came to me, and I decided to play along.

"How would you feel about that, if I let other men take advantage of the way you're dressed right now? Would you like if a few other guys - and maybe even some of the women I've seen look you over - decided to test and see if you're wearing panties or not?"

I wasn't sure how Christie would react to this idea, but it was just all part of the play. If I was in charge of this whole deal, theoretically, if I wanted to share her, it was within my right to do so. I never would, and I think Christie knew that, but we were playing, after all...

 

[fnchristie81]

Matt's reassurance that he would stand up for her if anyone tried anything with her was blunted by his question. The flush of love she felt for her husba d passed quickly into a gush from her loins that made an audible squelch the next time her hips thrust themselves onto his penetrating digits. She flushed in embarrassment at the obvious answer. Her vaginal muscles clenched around Matt's intruding fingers, amd once again she blushed.

"Yes..." she said so softly that her voice was almost inaudible, even to her, her head dropping in humiliation.

 

[susurrus]

Only a split second's pause in Christie's insistent fucking of my fingers was the outward reaction to my question. However, suddenly my hand seemed a whole lot wetter and there were distinct squishing sounds coming from beneath the table. That and the fragrance hovering around us seemed to thicken. I was damn hard, and I had to keep reminding myself that we were in public, in a place that we intended to come back to, so I was probably going to have to tone down what I was doing, and soon, because having Christie do the Meg Ryan bit right here probably wouldn't be a good idea.

I almost thought she wasn't going to answer me, even though her body already had, but after about half a minute, she whispered:

"Yes."

Her face then began reddening, something I caught as independent of anything else we were doing, and her gaze dropped to the table as her hips slowly stopped, tiny, involuntary pulses rippling through her body at intervals.

Taking my hand out of her pussy, I used the other to lift her gaze back to mine.

"Are you embarrassed agreeing to what I just said?" I couldn't help a small chuckle. "There's nothing to be ashamed of. If I hadn't wanted an honest answer, I wouldn't have asked the question.

"...And let's face it: you were too into it to have given anything but an honest answer."

I leaned in and kissed her.

"I love you, and the only way I'd share you with ANYBODY is if we both agreed to it, and even then only after some gargantuan soul-searching."

After a couple beats, I added, with a crooked, evil grin, "But after that admission, don't think I'm not going to tease you more with it."

I held up the hand I'd been fucking her with. It practically dripped with Christie's fluids.

"Then there's this..."

With that, I began to lick my wife's pussy flavor off my fingers.

 

[fnchristie81]

As Matt withdrew his fingers from her needy sex, Christie was worried and couldn't bear to look and see the irritation she knew had to be on his face. After all, she'd just admitted to being turned on it the idea of being felt up on public by complete stramgers like a common slut.

Then matt used his hand to tilt her face up, reassure her, amd kiss her. Adding to the sensuality of the moment, he then proceeded to lick her taste from his fingers. While he still had one in his mouth, their waiter returned to take their orders, making Christie acutely self-conscious of the odor emanating from her and hanging in the air around the couple like a fog. She blushed again, feeling it deep into her exposed cleavage, which served to embarrass and flush her even deeper.

She managed to stammer out her order, but refrained through a mighty act of will from once again excusing herself to the ladies room. Of Jarrod was ok with her present state, she determined that she wouldn't detract from his fun.

 

[susurrus]

As Christie watched me lick her essence off my fingers, any embarrassment gave way once again to pleasure. I think she wss relieved I wasn't mad at her for having admitted she liked the idea of having company in our wedding bed. But it was an abstract fantasy, one formed in the heat of the moment. I didn't think either of us were prepared for quite so momentous a leap just yet. I did intend to tease her with it, though.

I was just finishing licking Christie's pussy off my fingers when the waiter came around again. He began with the usual spiel, but stopped short when the scent surrounding us struck his nose.

He stood there a second or two, obviously trying to analyze what he was smelling. I had no way of knowing what his experience was with such things, but regardless, he must have put the pieces together, because a sly smile came to his lips.

To his credit, he didn't turn directly to Christie right away, choosing instead to give me a small, "Right on, dude," kind of look just before taking my order, and only turning to my wife when it was her turn. Oh of course he enjoyed her cleavage once again and seemed as charmed by her embarrassment as I was.

Finally he was through and reluctantly turned and left.

"I think he noticed, baby," I said to Christie. "Think he's told anybody else about the couple in the corner?"

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie caught the look shared between the two men-Matt's look of pride at getting her to act the way she was, and the waiter's almost congratulatory reply. He studied her appraisingly while she tried to order, which flustered her even further, and obviously had something on his mind that wasn't voiced as he turned to leave.

Matt didn't help Christie's mental state at all when he leaned over and asked if she thought the waiter had blabbed about them.

"I think my perverted husband would actually be pleased if he HAD brought us up," she replied sweetly, still playing his game. Strangely, the thought of being considered little more than a tramp by her bosses and coworkers was bothering her not a whit. She was enjoying making Matt happy, and her bosses were always telling staff they needed to leave home at home and work at work.

She decided to begin taking those "orders" to heart. She'd pulled massive amounts of overtime through the height of the pandemic, poured over the ever-changing literature when she wasn't at work, served on the advisory committees, agonized over every clinical decision made, and neglected her husband through it all. If that hadn't earned her the right to fulfill her husband's fantasies, she didn't know what would. So what if she got her state license revoked? That process usually took years to resolve-plenty of time to get a different job. And it's not like she was using drugs or causing patient harm, like plenty of nurses she had come across that bounced from state to state to keep ahead of the Boards of Nursing.

"No dammit," she almost shook her head at her internal dialogue, "this past year has been enough of enough. If Matt wants it, and I can do it, I'm going to do it!"

Christie leaned over the table towards Matt and squeezed her arms towards her breasts, making her cleavage pop and one of her nipples to peek out at him. "How about you, baby," she purred to him. "Do you think he's told his coworkers that there's a slut in the corner, and if they come over they'll be able to tell she's ready to be fucked, and that there's a chance they might get a bit of a show?"

She couldn't believe that she'd actually used such crass words, but they not only reflected the change in her mental status; they also turned her on for some reason.

 

[susurrus]

"I think my perverted husband would actually be pleased if he HAD brought us up," Christie shot back, her tone not angry, as I almost expected it to be. She was still playing, which made me happy - and horny (er).

"I like to think of it as 'proud husband.'" I returned, though I wasn't offended by Christie's term. As long as it meant she still was into what we were doing, she could call me damn near anything she wanted.

Christie got quiet for a little bit after that. I wasn't sure what was going through her mind, but I didn't ask. It only lasted a minute or so, but I enjoyed the view while she cogitated.

When she finally came out of it, she leaned over toward me, squashing her tits together with her arms as she leaned in to me. I moaned inwardly while I enjoyed this little display, and when Christie asked:

"Do you think he's told his coworkers that there's a slut in the corner, and if they come over they'll be able to tell she's ready to be fucked, and that there's a chance they might get a bit of a show?"

My eyes couldn't leave the cleavage my hot, gorgeous wife presented to me as I told her, "I think he's keeping the 'slut in the corner' to himself. I mean, we haven't gotten any attention from anybody else yet. You'd think if he'd told any of his co-workers about the show, that we'd have had at least a couple visitors.

"Why?" I asked, jumping back into the game again. "Are you ready to be fucked? Do you want to put on a show for anybody else?"

The notion of having an audience while we fucked was a fantasy of mine. I wasn't sure whether I could go through with it or not, but fantasies aren't always meant to be fulfilled.

Then something occurred to me: "Do you want that show to turn into more? Would you like our waiter to turn you into the center of attention, maybe have his other male co-workers - maybe some of the female ones, too - show their appreciation for the 'slut in the corner?'"

 

[fnchristie81]

Christie pushed down being perturbed by Matt's question about her wanting to be fucked, but was immediately embarrassed about his follow-up; if she wanted to be the center of attention.

Once more, she'd lost count of how many times already this evening, Christie flushed crimson and squirmed a bit in her seat. She had an inclination from the extra huskiness in Matt's voice, that the idea of them doing something in front of onlookers was exciting to him. Ducking her head, she answered in an embarrassed, low tone.

"Yes ... and yes," was her answer. Matt was silent for a few moments, leaving her in agony over what his reaction would be. Evsn though she'd used the term first, hearing Matt apply it to her was a thrill, a turn-on, and a touch humiliating. Was that what he thought of her? His reply again surprised her, and she squirmed as she considered his questions.

Ducking her head even lower to put off all pretense of being proud of her admission, she was thoroughly debased when she not only answered an almost inaudible "yes", but her body made a mockery of if she'd tried to lie by letting out enough lubrication that she was borderline sitting jn a puddle. The thought of Matt publicly using her body in front of numerous people had her squirming in that puddle, and the thought that some among that crowd would try to feel her up had her leaking even more.

 

[susurrus]

Christie seemed taken aback - WAY aback - by my question. I was still playing. I couldn't tell if she was or not. There was no way I thought of her as a slut. Well, I hoped she'd be my slut, but this talk of other people... it was part of the game. Like I'd told her before, the only way we'd bring other people into our relationship would be after a LOT of discussion. Once certain bridges are crossed, they crumble behind you and there's no way to get back where you started.

When Christie finally did answer, I once again had no way to know if she was playing the game, or if she was answering a deep desire within.

"Yes... and yes." That last was said in a whisper.

I wasn't sure how to react. I mean, she'd answered my question. She'd been the one to bring up the "slut" thing. I just thought we were having some sexy, semi-dangerous fun. The notion that Christie actually liked this attention, that she enjoyed acting like a "slut" was a surprise. For all the time I'd known her, she'd been pretty staid. Not a prude, by any stretch, but conscious of a certain level of behavior she deemed someone of her profession should maintain. That she'd worn the dress she had on to that wedding was a few steps out of the comfort zone she'd displayed to me before that time, and she'd stepped right back into it afterward.

Then the bombshell. My last question: Did she want to be the center of attention. Christie seemed more than embarrassed by her admissions already. She shrank a little more when she very hesitantly, and almost inaudibly breathed, "Yes."

The scene swamped my mind. My Christie, my wife, my beautiful, brilliant wife, kneeling in the center of a circle of men and women, she nude, they nude as well. One by one, they take their turns. I'm not a cuckold in this scenario, but I'm relegated to awaiting my turn like one of the anonymous cocks and pussies. Strangely enough, I felt a surge of pre-cum at the tip of my hard-on, and once again, I'm glad for the extra fabric to soak up that fluid, because otherwise, I'd have a wet spot the size of my fist by now.

Christie, on the other hand, seemed humiliated by the admission. However, the odor had grown, and she appeared to be squirming in her seat just the slightest little bit.

'Holy shit, she really does want to be a fuck slut!' I thought. 'And it isn't part of the game!' Some piece of me said I should be appalled, disgusted. However, I'd asked the question. Her reaction to the answer told me she wasn't playing. Crazily enough, I found that honesty to be arousing as hell.

Even so, I knew she wasn't going to join any gangbangs anytime soon. Fantasy's one thing, reality entirely another. Remember that comment I made earlier about bridges? Besides, being a nurse, she knows the health dangers possible with stepping outside the monogamy of our marriage.

"It's okay," I said quietly, lifting her face so she could see mine. "I asked. You answered. If you want the truth, I think I damn near came when you admitted it."

 

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Having admitted a heretofore undiscovered personally erotic thought, Christie awaited Matt's reoly with exceeding trepidation. He was silent for a few moments, and she could feel the shock emanating from him. Her heart was pounding rapidly in her chest to the point she was sure she could see it making her breast bounce a little as she stared at her edge kf the table.

After what seemed to be an interminable pause, Matt reached out and carressed her face gently, then raised it up so he could look in her eyes.

"I asked. You answered. If you want the truth, I think I damn near came when you admitted it."

Christie was as equally shocked by Matt's admission as her own, but without the recriminations running through her head regarding herself. However, because she HAD made her honest reply, she needed more than just words to soothe her nerves. Without speaking, she embarrasedly rose from her seat and moved over to Matt. Without hesitation, he slid his chair back from the table. Christie sat across his lap and leaned her head against his shoulder.

 

[susurrus]

Christie appeared shocked by MY reply, but she didn't say anything. If anything, the turn of the conversation had gone from play to more revealing than she'd expected or wanted.

After a few seconds, she gave me a huge-eyed look full of need and want, but not of sexual need and want. It was pretty obvious, even to me, a mere male, that she was feeling more vulnerable than she'd become comfortable with.

Her way of dealing with it was to get up, sit on my lap and bury her face in my neck. She didn't cry or anything, but she wanted - no, needed - reassurance.

Something I was happy and honored to give, especially since I was the catalyst for how she felt at the moment. I'd just dug up secrets that I suspected Christie hadn't known the answer to until I'd brought them up, and I think they must have kind of scared her.

In any event, she needed this from me. No one else, just me. We'd done this a few times in the last several months, after a particularly tough day at the hospital. No words were necessary. She'd told me before that sometimes all the words in the world can't help as much as just some good old-fashioned human contact.

We sat there a few minutes. The waiter poked his head around the corner once, I think to see if the show was still on. He was probably disappointed to find out something had changed, and changed a lot, but screw him. His job was to wait on us, and our part of the exchange was not to provide entertainment for him, even though we'd definitely been doing that until now.

I let Christie sit there like that for a while. However, chances were good our food would be coming soon, so I asked quietly:

"You going to be alright?"

 

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As soon as Christie sat on Matt's lap, she felt his arms go around her. Immediately she knew that while he may not understand what was troubling her, he had already oicked up on the turmoil churning through her and that she needed his reassurance.

She had no idea how long she'd sat in her husband's embrace, but eventually he asked if she would be alright. Her reply was to place his hand on the bare skin over her heart and nod her head against his neck, then reach her face up and gently kiss his jaw.

 

[susurrus]

Christie's response to my question was wordless, but spoke volumes anyway. Guiding my hand toward her chest, I made no assumptions. I was pretty sure the gonzo part of the evening was over, at least for a while. Christie placed my hand over her heart, then rested her head into my neck once more. I didn't see her nod, but I felt it. After a little bit, she pulled her face away and kissed my jaw, the closest part of me she could reach at that moment.

As I'd suspected, shortly after, the waiter came around the corner with a tray bearing our dinner. Christie didn't move, but the waiter was unfazed. He simply placed Christie's order in the spot he'd last seen her sitting, then put mine in front of me. When he asked if there was "anything else we needed at this time" I merely shook my head slightly, he nodded, understanding something far different than previously was now going on between my wife and me, and he left us without another word.

Gently drawing Christie's face up so I could see into her eyes, I asked, "You going to feed yourself, or do you need me to do it for you?"