I was a bit discouraged as I told my husband about the issue. Before he replied I noticed a couch behind where I was currently sitting, it was lower to the floor which could provide the perfect angle for ‘beard guy’ to see straight up my dress. I excitedly said to my husband “let’s sit on that couch, it will be better”, I grabbed my bag and headed over. My husband followed carrying our drinks and sat opposite me on a chair, he ensured that the chair was positioned in a way not to block the view between me and ‘beard guy’. I was so excited, the position of the couch was perfect, I looked over to him and I immediately saw him look at me, I stared back and smiled, with that I opened my legs slightly and looked at his eyes. He looked down and straight up my dress, I could feel my pussy get wet from the excitement of it all so I opened my legs a little wider, his face lit up and I knew then without doubt he could see my pussy. Knowing that another guy was looking at my wet, smooth, pretty little pussy gave me such a buzz.
I wanted to keep my legs open for him but at the same time I didn’t want to inadvertently show anyone else in the pub, reluctantly I closed my legs and told my husband “That guy just saw my pussy, I showed him, and I watched him look”. My husband was stunned, his jaw nearly hit the floor, he said “that’s amazing, your amazing” with a naughty grin on his face.
We were both so excited about the situation, I really wanted to have fun with ‘beard guy’ but how would it be possible with my husband sitting here, the reality of the situation hit home ‘beard guy’ would not approach me with my husband here, he would naturally assume that me and my husband are together and won’t want to instigate a conversation.
I told my husband the problem, it made perfect sense to him too. We decided to come up with a plan, a way forward which allowed me to have fun with ‘beard guy’ without ‘beard guy’ being spooked. After some deliberating, we decided that my husband would be my best friend for the evening. If I talked to any guys tonight then I would introduce my husband as my friend, and not someone I was in a relationship with. He was going to be my wingman if needed and help clear a path for me to have some fun. With a firm plan now in place I knew I could now talk to any guy, when the inevitable questions come about who I am out with and is he your husband / boyfriend then the answer will be simply…he is just my friend. We took off our wedding rings, my husband put them in his wallet, and we hatched a plan to buy a round of Vodka shots and see if ‘beard guy’ and his mate wanted to join us in drinking them at our table.
Just as we were going to put our plan into action two other guys approached us and asked if the seats next to us were taken. We reluctantly said “no” and they sat down, thanking us. As me and my husband drank our drinks and continued to chat, we were then inadvertently dragged into their conversation , as I look up then I see ‘beard guy’ get up from his chair, make his way to the exit and leave the pub. Just like that my fun with ‘beard guy’ was over. Damn it!
I could tell my husband was frustrated with the outcome too but “never mind” he said, “the night is still young, lets drink our drinks and move on to the next bar”.
We headed out of the pub and down the street. The next bar we came across was quite small from outside, but we could see it had a dance floor towards the back. The music was loud, it was busy and had more of a fun vibe about it, so we headed inside.
We made our way towards the back of the bar and found a table with chairs positioned quite close to the dance floor. I sat at the table while my husband went to the bar counter to order our drinks. The area we were sat in was facing a relatively small dance floor, behind which was a corridor leading to restrooms and the bar area was located to the right of us.
As soon as my husband returned with our drinks, I decided I wanted to dance, I went up on the dance floor on my own as my husband watched. The music was a mix between dance and pop both of which I like. Within a few minutes of dancing by myself I noticed a guy on the dancefloor looking at me, the best way I can describe him as is a ‘pretty boy’, he was very good looking and knew it. He was confident, in his early 30’s I would say, with very short hair and he was smartly dressed. He seemed to take a shine to me straight away and danced up closer and closer as the song went on. As our bodies moved with the music, he leaned in towards me and asked, “who are you out with?” it was difficult to hear but I could just make it out, I shouted back “my friend” while pointing at my husband. This seemed to relax him, and he moved closer, putting his arms around my waist whilst looking me straight in the eyes to gauge my reaction. I pushed myself into him as we moved in time with the music, it was sexy, it felt right, and I wanted more.
I looked over to my husband as I was dancing with ‘pretty boy’, I could see he was watching but also trying not to make it obvious. “I really hope that he is enjoying this as much as I am” I thought, this was such a turn on for me and I really hoped my husband was feeling the same.
I moved my attention back to ‘pretty boy’, I moved my arms up his sides, put them around his neck and pressed myself into him. That was all the invitation he needed, he leaned forward and kissed me softly on the lips, it was electric, my eyes closed as the kiss became more passionate, my tongue moved with his like they were dancing to the music. We kissed and kissed with more and more passion while embracing each other on the dance floor, it was hot, it was sexy, and it was naughty.
As soon as we stopped kissing my thoughts immediately turned to my husband, “fuck, I did it, I kissed someone in front of my husband” I thought while maneuvering slightly away from ‘pretty boy’. I knew he would be OK, but I needed to check before I carried on, I needed to know that he liked it. I shouted over the music to ‘pretty boy’, I am just going to finish my drink, give me five minutes and I will be back. He leaned in for one more passionate kiss before I made my way off the dance floor and back to our table.
Before I even got to the table, I could see my husband was smiling, he had a look of pleasure in his eyes, and I instantly knew he had enjoyed that experience as much as me. “That was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen” he said, “you can do that whenever you want, with whoever you want and as much as you want” he said. “This is amazing” I thought to myself. I would never do anything like this without my husband’s blessing, I certainly would not hurt him and to have a husband who likes me having fun with other men is perfect, it really is a win win situation.
Just as I was about to finish my drink ‘pretty boy’ approached the table, he put his arm around me, leaned in and told me he had to leave! All his friends sat at a nearby table were leaving and he reluctantly had to go with them, he apologized, kissed me on my cheek and said his goodbyes. Again, I was disappointed but at the same time extremely happy that I had kissed a guy in front of my husband, I fulfilled my husband’s fantasy, it had turned us both on massively in the process and I was so proud of myself.