The Gift – Again

The Gift – AgainI suppose it was fitting that my wife hooked up with her first stranger at her best friend and boss Joan’s wedding! After all, it was all because of Joan that I was sitting there at the bar, alone. Joan had initially hired my wife for an entry position at the bank. What had started as a summer job between her junior and senior year of high school, to help pay for college, grew to a permanent position with the opportunity for advancement. Over the next four years my wife was involved in every phase of the banks operation so that, by the time she had completed her business degree, she had been promoted to assistant branch manager, under Joan; and they have since become the best of friends.Thinking back, the day after our best friends going away party, where my wife had given him her pussy as a going away gift, was an emotional disaster! My wife spent the entire day either crying or apologizing, and mostly both at the same time. It took me all day to convince her that I wasn’t angry. I was, a little, but we had spent the last month talking about her screwing another guy, and I was more excited about it than mad. Besides, I figured that if I wanted it to continue I would just have to deal with it! We spent the entire day in bed, cuddling and hugging her; and me swearing that I was glad she finally had the nerve to go through with what we had been planning on happening anyway. We ended up ordering Chinese and having terrific make up sex. Even then she cried and apologized over the next few days and swore it would never happen again. Then I had to convince her that I really wanted to continue with Game night; that it was what we both wanted.Let me pause now to give you the requisite description of my wife and get that out of the way. My wife is half french and half Vietnamese. She’s tall, five foot nine inches in thigh high stockings, with a small but not skinny muscular frame. She still weighs a pound or two one side or the other of one hundred and forty pounds, and fills a 34C-cup on the rare non-working occasions when she wears a bra. Her hair is usually waist length and naturally jet black. However, she’s changed colors so many times that I’m pretty sure her roots are confused as to what color they really were.For a month after our ‘Grand Opening’ party, where we officially opened our marriage, we went out on a Tuesdays, because she didn’t have to work the next day, and Saturdays, after midnight, because I was still working second shift at the time, to play our game. Each time I would urge my wife to let some guy ‘take the plunge.’ Each time I would find some way to talk to her; pass her coming out of the restroom, have one dance with her, whatever it took to get close enough to whisper in her ear; but with no luck. The first weekend after the going away party, on the way home, she cried and told me that she couldn’t go through with it again; that if I thought about it, it wasn’t really what I wanted either. Then she completely broke down and said “yes I had sex with our best friend, but we had been talking about me having sex with someone else for more than a month before that; and he was leaving, and who knew how long it would be until we saw him again; and I was sure you wouldn’t mind; and yes I should have asked you first; and I’ll never do it again; if only you could forgive me!” All in one breath.The following two Saturdays I had to practically beg her to dress up and go out after I got home from work, and nothing happened other than her dancing with a few guys, and her allowing one guy to play with her tits out on the dance floor. Even then she avoided any kind of eye contact with me while they were dancing; and didn’t talk to me on the drive home because she still couldn’t believe that I really wanted her to have sex with some complete stranger. Again we talked about it all the next week and right up the when we left to attended her best friend Joan’s wedding.As I mentioned earlier, Joan was also my wife’s boss back then. She managed the local branch where my wife was assistant manager and head teller. As soon as we’d received the invitation we had booked a room at the Mission Inn, in Riverside, where the ceremony and reception were being held. Originally it was booked so that we wouldn’t have to drive home late on the Saturday night after the reception. We were the only people invited to the wedding from their branch and wouldn’t know anyone at the reception other than the bride and groom. Because of the previous months ‘Grand Opening’ I had pushed that we shop for a ‘date’ for my wife! We would be a long way from home with no chance of seeing anyone we knew. And so, with some coaxing on my part, and before we left the house, it was decided that as soon as the happy couple slipped away ‘The Game’ was on – IF we found the right bebek escort guy. Having a room there would just make it easier to play the new and improved version of our ‘Game’ if it happened.Once we had settled in to our room we made our way to the outdoor area where the wedding was being held. My wife wanted to see what preparations had been made and we were both duly impressed. There was a beautiful Bougainvillea covered gazebo where the ceremony would be held, empty now, but for a woman directing a couple of young men moving flower arrangements around. We then hit the lounge for a couple of drinks and then to our room to change for the wedding.After the wedding we returned to our room where my wife changed again for the reception. It seemed as though my wife was all legs in her new 4-inch heels and little halter top thumb dress* she had just changed in to. The top of her pumpkin orange silk dress consisted of two wide tapering sash-like bands of silk that ran from the waistband up over each of her breasts and around the back of her neck where I had tied the now shoe lace sized strips into a loose bow. The space between where the two bands met at the waistband, forming the front of her dress, was low enough to display two or three inches below her belly button at the bottom, and widened as the cloth band narrowed and ran up behind her neck. There was no back to the dress above her hip bones with just a hint of a butt crack in back . A shadow. She was a big hit with the men at the reception; not so much with the women.(*Thumb dress: If you were to put the flat of your open hand between my wife’s thighs [lucky you] like you were shaking hands, with your thumb pointing up and the hem of her skirt or dress touching your wrist, the tip of your thumb would get wet!)We had just finished dinner, during which I had pointed out at least a dozen prospects, when my wife excused herself to the ladies room. She was gone for quite a while before she came back and asked “are you still serious about me with someone else, because I just bumped into one of the men you pointed out earlier. Maybe I could do it with. After leaving the restroom I entered the ballroom and realized that the bride and groom we’re out on the floor for their first dance as a married couple. I was watching them instead of where I was going, and walked right into some guy that had just pushed his chair away from his table. I ended up sitting in his lap with his arms around my boobs, ‘supposedly’ to keep me from falling on the floor.”My wife went on to say that she jumped up right away, but the guy had insisted that she at least sit down in an empty chair long enough to make sure she wasn’t injured. Then, because I had been pushing for her to ‘hook up’ with someone, as she put it, she agreed and sat down next to Robert, who introduced himself and his two sons who were both about her age; one a year or two younger, the other a little older. He insisted that she let them get her a drink and, after asking what she was drinking, Robert sent his older son to get her a dry gin martini. My wife was a few months shy of twenty-two at the time, I was thirty-four. Did I mention that my wife prefers older men? So now that she had been thinking about it my wife was all excited and had her panties all in a twist. Supposedly Robert was a rugged looking Cary Grant, with just a bit more gray hair.Not more than ten minutes after her return one of the sons is standing at our table asking my wife to dance. She looks over at me, what do I think. He looks over at me. I tell her sure, go ahead. My wife loves to dance. I have two left feet. Two songs later they’re back at our table. “He’s got coke,” she whispers, would I mind if she went with him to his room? She’ll be right back! My wife never turns down coke! I give her a ‘is this it?’ look and she gives me a slight shake of the head ‘No.’ “Okay, but please don’t get lost,” I reply. And she didn’t. Less than twenty minutes later she was giving me a kiss as she slid in next to me.Then twenty minutes later the younger of the two brothers is at our table asking if my wife wants to go do some more lines. No pretext of dancing this time. I know it will only help my cause! I nod, and she’s gone another twenty minutes. On her return I asked if Robert was coming by next. She said no, Robert was still up in the room where they were doing the coke, but he had invited us to join him for drinks in the lounge after the reception, as his guest. She’d left it at maybe.After the reception, and it being a Saturday night, there didn’t seem to be an empty seat to be had at the bar. We worked our way around the far end of the bar and saw that there were two empty seats, between a gorgeous redhead and a very distinguished looking older levent escort gentleman, with a drink in front of each. My wife nudged me excitedly and whispered “That’s him. That’s Robert!” On closer inspection they were glasses of water. My wife looked to me, what should we do? I tapped him on the shoulder and asked if the seats were taken. He saw my wife, smiled brightly and turned and said “Yes, I’ve been saving them for you!”I inclined my head indicating she take the stool next to Robert. My wife was having last minute second thoughts and half whispered “Maybe we should just call it a night and go to our room.””Ridiculous” Robert said, “you’re already here! Sit down and have drink. Relax!””Yeah!” I said. “Relax. Let’s have a drink.”Robert watched my wife ease up onto her barstool, then pulled his gaze up from her thighs and said, “I was hoping you would come.”My wife introduced us and we engaged in some friendly conversation after the bartender took our drink order. Robert was a well dressed fifty-something with perfectly groomed salt and pepper hair, that was mostly salt. He was also very well maintained; with seemingly not an ounce of fat on him in his tailored suit, and a tan that equaled my wife’s! She was right, Cary Grant.Our drinks came and we sat there chatting, and drinking, and in a shortened version of twenty questions Robert established that my wife worked at the same branch of the bank as the bride, I was her husband, and we too had a room there. I could almost see the gears turning in his head as he sifted through the all of the information he’d been given (too much as it turned out!) as he sat there openly undressing my wife. He gave her legs another quick once-over and then returned his attention back up on her breasts.I quietly asked if she was ready. She shook her head imperceptibly, no. I took it as hesitance and invited her to dance. Once out on the dance floor my wife told me that Robert had been rubbing his leg up against hers from the moment she had sat down. I told her that when we got back to the bar she should lean over more than was necessary and flash him a nipple. She said “I don’t know if I could. It’s one thing to flash someone across the room or in a passing truck, but someone sitting next to me isn’t the same thing!” I reminded her that we had agreed that she would go through with The Game if she found the right guy, and then asked “Is Robert the right guy?” She looked up and said “He could be. Last chance Babe! Do you really want me to have sex with another man?” I kissed her and put her hand on my crotch. My dick was so hard that it hurt. “More than anything!” I replied. She kissed me back and said “Okay, we’ll see, but if anything happens you better remember that you wanted it!”On the way back to the bar we joked about Robert saying that he thought she looked familiar; because when he wasn’t watching her ass or checking out her cleavage he was leering at all the thigh she was showing, and not being too subtle about it either! I bet her even money he couldn’t pick her out of a lineup if everyone was wearing sweats and a baseball cap. We laughed all the way back to the barWe returned from the dance floor to find that Robert had another round of drinks waiting for us. My wife slid up onto her barstool and just sat there so I nudged her gently and gave her our signal to flash Robert. She turned and gave me this pleading look. I mouthed ‘I love you’ and signaled again. She gave me a wry smile and spun and twisted slightly towards Robert and reached out to hold onto her drink on the bar with her upper arm pressed up against the side of her left breast. From the look on his face Robert was getting a great tit shot, and just a few moments later he asked my wife to dance.Shortly after their dance one of Robert’s sons came over and asked my wife to dance. It was twenty minutes before she returned with the k** in tow. By the look of her I knew a trip to his room for more coke had been on the dance card too! The k** joined Robert and I in admiring her slide up onto the bar stool. My wife thanked him for the dance and then told him to come and find her the next time he wanted to dance. He walked off with a huge smile on his face. There was just no way that k** was old enough to drink! Robert again ordered a round for us and insinuated his way back into our conversation. A short time later the older son walked up and asked to dance with my wife, and again they were gone for a while.On their return the insides of my wife’s nostrils were ringed with coke. I said that I wanted the next dance and led her out onto the dance floor. My wife d****d herself on me and kissed me, hard. She was very horny, even for her. Not that I minded! That was the plan! She asked me again if we halkalı escort could please just go up to our room, she really needed a fuck. I rolled a nipple between my thumb and forefinger while we danced, and reminded her about all of the discussions we’d had and why we were there and how much she loved sex! And – that’s all it was – sex. I told her that I loved her and that I always would, and to just do it! We kissed when the song ended and returned to the bar.Robert never gave my wife a chance to sit when we returned. He was like a lion sensing its prey was worn down and moved in for the kill. They danced for a couple of slow songs before he led her back to the bar. About then one of his sons came back. Robert told him quite bluntly that if she needed to powder her nose again he would take care of it, and to please stop pestering her. The k** apologized and that was the last we saw of him or his brother. From then on Robert and I took turns dancing with and fondling my wife. As the evening progressed and the alcohol flowed Robert became more emboldened. My wife, even more uninhibited than normal, was enjoying all of the attention. The conversation grew more risqué and the sexual innuendos more overt. At one point I caught a brief glimpse of them out on the dance floor as they stood and ground their hips together. They returned from the dance floor with Roberts’ hand firmly planted on my wife’s ass. He told me I was a lucky man to have such a beautiful wife and complemented my wife on her dancing.As she backed up onto her stool I looked at Robert. The object of his attention, my wife’s sheer wet panties, weren’t hiding anything when they disappeared as she spun to face the bar. You could see that she shaved her pussy. Now I was worried that I’d pushed her too hard. I didn’t want to force her into anything she didn’t want to do, but I also really wanted her to take the plunge. So I leaned over and asked if she really wanted to leave. She kissed me with lots of tongue and said “I need to go powder my nose one more time” loud enough for Robert to hear. He smiled and nodded. A victory smile? I said okay great, but I’d like a dance before she disappeared again. My wife told Robert we’d be right back, and as we left for the dance floor Robert excused himself to the men’s room.We hit the dance floor and I told her that from the bar it had looked like Robert was ready to do her right there on the dance floor.All she did was blush a little and say “Yeah!”Suddenly I had visions of her ankles wrapped around Robert’s waist! Or his head! So then I asked if she wanted to pursue Robert getting friendlier.She said “Yes!”And so it was decided that things proceed. This was going to work out. Finally! The song ended and we returned to the bar. Robert wasn’t back yet so I ordered a quick round. Three again, the bartender asked, and my wife said yes. We were well into our drinks when Robert finally returned. He sat down, using my wife’s thigh as support, and started to say something, but my wife downed the rest of her drink and took Robert’s hand. “Let’s just go!” she said.Robert flashed me his best cat that ate the canary smile, left the bartender a huge tip, and told him to keep my glass full as he led her out.It was more than an hour later when my wife wobbled back to the bar. When they left her hair was up, exposing her long slender neck. Her hair was now down, and looked slightly windblown. Her dress looked like she had slept in it! Her eyes were glazed over, with pupils so small I had to look hard to see them! She had also been rode hard and put away wet.She steadied herself with one hand on the edge of the bar, leaned in close and whispered ‘Are you ready for sloppy thirds!’The bartender walked over and asked if she wanted another drink. She said “Nothing thanks, we were just getting ready to leave.”Suddenly Robert walked up behind her while I was digging through my wallet to give the bartender a tip. He put a hand on either side of my wife’s waist and said “I wanted to come down personally to apologize for keeping your wife away for so long. We lost track of time up in my sons’ room and I want to apologize to you in person.”I shook his proffered hand and said “I understand. Time goes by when you’re having fun.”Robert gave me this look, maybe unsure of how to react. He quickly composed himself again and said, “Yes. Yes it does,” and started to shake my wife’s hand; but she stepped in close and gave him a kiss on the lips, holding it a bit longer than was necessary.We parted ways with Robert in the lobby. While on our way back to our room my wife asked if I was still okay with what had happened. I kissed her and told her that I was more than okay with it, I was proud of her, and did my best to assure her that I loved her more than ever! We had some great, and very sloppy, sex and fell asleep in each others arms. The next morning on the drive home my wife didn’t have nearly any self recrimination as she did after the first time and I felt as though I was slowly bringing her around. In fact, she even talked about the following weekend, and where we might play the The Game again.