All things eventually come to an end, and while this global pandemic hasn’t quite ended, it is now a burning ember rather than a raging wildfire. As restrictions ease and some semblance of normalcy resumes, my wife and I were looking forward to some nights out, and my perverted mind hopes, some of those nights might be naughty rather than nice.

Thankfully, that night came sooner than expected.

We caught wind of a costume party that was to be held in a club we used to frequent before we had kids, and it felt like the perfect fit for a night out. The timing was perfect too; we managed to pack our kids off to my parents for the weekend, and I set about planning our date night at the club. Since it’s a costume party, we had to decide what to wear without being over-elaborate; those kinds of days were long gone, and Karen, my wife, would not want to spend all that energy just thinking of a costume. To be fair, neither did I, so I came up with the idea of me in a simple suit and bow tie as Dr Who, and she would just wear that schoolgirl uniform we had purchased ages ago.

“You don’t think the skirt is too short to go out in?” asked Karen. 

“Absolutely. You’ve got the legs and butt for it, might as well show it off.”

“You’re just a dirty old man.”

“Guilty as charged!” got me a slap on the arm, as I clarified, “Only for you though.” I took her lack of outright refusal as a small victory, even allowing my hopes to be raised a bit. I was desperate to show her off, and I believed that she would definitely catch some interest at the party, interest I’m hoping she will reciprocate.

I cooked a simple but nice dinner for the both of us, and laid out a set of black sheer lingerie for her to wear to the party under that alluring uniform, a matching set of lacy panties and a shelf bra that held her perky breasts up, showing just a hint of her areolas and nipples. She took a look, and wrinkled her nose at me. “Pervert”, she said, before changing into them. Maybe this is the night after all. I watched her change, as always, and couldn’t help but grope her soft, bouncy ass a little as I stole kisses from her. It took me a while to get the bow tie done up, but that was a minor hiccup and we soon headed out to our ride to the party. 

The ride was uneventful, but I took the time to take in how beautiful she was, how she just exudes sexiness in a classy way. Her skirt rode up on her creamy legs, giving me enough of a glimpse of amazing thighs, and how the thin fabric on her uniform failed to conceal the hint of her nipples poking through. To her credit, she caught me looking, and occasionally flashed her breast at me by unbuttoning an extra button and holding the top open just enough. My cock was already awakening to the excitement of the evening ahead.

“I’m hard just by looking at you,” I whispered into her ear. Karen merely smiled that impish smile of hers while reaching over and giving my cock a playful squeeze through my trousers. I continued stroking her thighs further and further up, hoping to tease her, and just stopping short of reaching the heat between her legs.

There was a pretty big crowd despite the comparatively early hour when we arrived. I had already caught some men taking jealous glances at Karen while we were in the queue. I don’t blame them. We managed to get in quickly, paid our covers, and found a nice spot that didn’t require a long walk to the bar, ordering our first drinks along the way.

Before long we were happily dancing through the music, feeling each other up throughout. I kept pointing out to her the men who were openly checking her out, and she only smiled about it, almost dismissing that notion. A few drinks in, I had to visit the boys’ room, so I took her drink orders before squeezing my way through the floor to relieve myself.

When I got back to our spot with our drinks in hand the music had changed to a slower beat, and Karen was already dancing, but not alone. A younger man, maybe early-thirties, was dancing with her, and really closely at that. She had her arms around his neck, and he had his hands on her sides, slowly wandering up and down her sides in fact. Their hips were practically enjoined, and she was apparently very taken with his attention. I stood back and watched, feeling an excited twitch in my crotch.

Their hands started wandering all over each other as their lower bodies started grinding together; no doubt he can feel the heat from her pussy now with how Karen is rubbing her gorgeous thighs and legs on him, and I’m sure she can feel his cock hardening on her midriff. His hands slowly cupped her round ass, kneading it sensuously. After a few minutes of this, they started kissing. Full, passionate, exploring each other's mouths and tongues. I can see her breathing increasingly heavily, a light flush in her cheeks. And this is when Karen caught me looking out of the corner of her eye.

Breaking the kiss temporarily, she gleamed that familiar, impish smile at me, and carried on making out with this stranger on the dance floor. I can’t help but smile, and made a slight adjustment to relieve my rock-hard cock. This night is going better than I thought.

His hands started wandering up her skirt, finding the heat of her wet pussy, I imagine. I could only see his arms flex in that familiar motion, probably teasing her wetness onto her sheer panties. Karen didn’t even stifle her expressions, that pleasure going through her body and manifesting on her face, that seductive opening of her mouth, moaning into the stranger’s ear, encouraging him to gradually increase the pace. Karen got busy with her hands too, snaking it to the front of his jeans and massaging his cock through the fabric. She loves a hard cock, and the thought of it growing harder because of her is a turn-on.

She whispered something in his ear, then proceeded to move off the dance floor, her prey in tow, leading him to the back wall where there are bar stools available. I followed discreetly, excited by what my lovely wife might do next.

She sat on an empty bar stool with her back to the wall and beckoned him closer. She opened her legs to let him in closer, and he needed no second invitation. They were glued together again, in a matter of seconds, hands exploring more urgently now. His hands explored every inch of her smooth, toned legs, firmly massaging the muscles in her thighs and calves; her hands pulling him in and expertly urging more life into his cock.

He started kissing her neck, moving his hands from her legs up to her pert breasts, her rubber-tip nipples now completely showing through her bra and uniform, as he rubbed and played with her sensitive nipples. She was almost lost in the erotic sensations, but managed to look up at me with a lustful look in her eyes as he continued his sexual attentions.

Karen then reached down and unbuttoned two more buttons on her top, and he pulled aside one, then both sides of her top, fully exposing her stunning breasts in that sexy sheer bra. Her nipples grew even harder in the cold air, as he pulled down the bra and gently licked her right nipple, increasing in intensity as he proceeded to suck on it. Karen loved that, the pleasure forcing her eyes closed as she shuddered. He alternated between right and left, gently but firmly licking and sucking her nipples, worshipping her like the goddess she is, before sliding his hands in search of her pussy. Karen opened her legs even wider, and didn’t bother stifling her moans as he set to work on her clit. Her body is quivering involuntarily now, as she held onto his shoulders with one arm while continuing to fondle his cock with her other hand.

She then whispered in his ear again, and this time I can see her mouth the words: “Fuck me with your fingers”. 

He obliged, sliding a firm middle finger into her glistening sex, eliciting an even louder moan from Karen. He maintained a slow but steady rhythm with his finger, gliding in her juices, inexorably getting her to cum on his fingers. Karen got to work too, letting go of his shoulder and quickly unbuckling his belt and jeans.

Once she pulled down his jeans and boxers, his cock sprang to life, freed from its previous restraints, landing right into her hand. She started stroking it, rubbing the precum all over his shaft, matching the pace of his fingers pistoning into her. He continued sucking on her nipples, and it felt like she has completely forgotten her surroundings and surrendered to the erotic pleasure of the moment.

The stroking and finger fucking started getting more frenetic, like they were both in a race. Who could finish first? Who would succumb to their lust and surrender first, who will blink first? For a few moments, it looked like Karen might win this game of sexual chicken, and the stranger started bucking, his face showing strain, but in the end, he won. Karen shuddered uncontrollably, her legs clamping his waist, back arching, hips bucking wildly, a long, hard orgasm rocking her beautiful figure. She had to pull his hand away from her pussy to get some respite. He held those fingers up, slightly smug that he finished Karen first, slick with her juices, and put them into his mouth. She tastes amazing. I know that, and now he knows too.

After a minute or so of calming down, she reached for his cock and pulled him in again. It’s her turn to return the favour. She stroked his shaft firmly, paying attention to rub the underside of his head, looking at his face to make sure he’s enjoying every touch of hers. Now, it’s his turn to whisper something in her ear, and I couldn’t see it because he was facing away from me, but I soon knew what he asked for.

Karen slid off the bar stool, squatted down, and as she shot me a look, took his engorged head into her mouth.

I damn near came.

She was darn good at sucking cock, especially if she was in the mood. I would know, having been a recipient of her glorious blowjobs over the years, and this lucky stranger is finding out now. She sucked and licked the head alternating different rhythms, occasionally going deep, sometimes focusing on the head, using her tongue on the underside of his cock, and her hands didn’t stop working the rest of his shaft either. 

Now it’s the stranger who is gasping for air, hips shaking with pleasure. He started fucking her mouth, gently holding her hair, slowly increasing the pace, until the inevitable happened. Karen knew he was coming, so she pulled off him at the last possible second, and milked his cock for all its worth. He came hard, shooting multiple ropes of cum on her breasts, splashing over her, as Karen savoured the look on his face. And mine. Some of his cum even landed on her chin and cheek, and that’s yet another fantasy of mine. 

Karen buttoned up quickly, but left the cum where it is. After a hug and another lingering kiss, she bade her lover for tonight farewell. He walked past me, telling me how lucky I am to have a wife like her. All I was thinking of was fucking her silly when I get the chance.

“Did you enjoy the show, you pervert?”

“Yes, I did. Very much, you dirty girl.”

“And now, you get to be the lucky one. I want you to fuck me.”