As you probably know, my petite little Asian wife does not share my passion for showing her off to other guys. She is not at all outgoing in public and especially around other men. It seems she has always been somewhat intimidated yet all too trusting probably for her own good. She does love to dance and has a great passion to get dressed up and go out and listen to music and dance. In this sense, I don’t necessarily share her enthusiasm for dancing since I am quite uncoordinated. But I do of course really enjoying seeing her dressed in her little black sexy party dress having fun. I especially enjoy watching many other men check her out wishing they could see more.
I was to attend a convention over the weekend and was happy to have my little wife accompany me. The suburban hotel had nice meeting rooms as well as a lounge with live music and a dance floor. That Friday evening we enjoyed a nice dinner and ended up in the lounge listening to music and dancing. I personally could never get too excited about going out on a crowded dance floor trying to stay in rhythm with the music. The place was pretty well packed out and as the evening grew later I began to fade in the dancing department.
Several other men had asked her to dance but she always politely refused until one middle-aged local man happened to see my reluctance and with practiced charm convinced her to dance with him. I chimed in my support glad to be able to sit one out. I hadn’t noticed where he was sitting but could tell he was a local, very charming and smooth talking. The song wasn’t really that slow, but he did have her in his arms and she was having a good time following his lead. I could tell he really knew his way around the dance floor as well as how to charm a lady.
After having several dances, he went over and bought us drinks and joined us at our table. While my wife excused herself to go to the ladies room, we made idle chat about sports and guy things. Then out of the blue he said something that really shocked me. He went on and on about how lucky I was to have such a cute little wife referring to her as a “sexy little fox.” Somewhat taken by surprise, I thanked him and agreed that she definitely was careful about taking care of herself and exercised regularly. He leaned close and grinned telling me he could tell from dancing with her that she has a tight little body and that I must really enjoy it a lot. Again, his comment surprised me so I probably just agreed with him but I did explain that she was not too adventurous when it came to letting herself get too wild. He smiled again and whispered that he knew she was wearing thong panties and that meant to him she would be a lot of fun in bed.
Before I could respond, my wife politely sat down again at the table looking very relaxed and composed. Steve, our new friend, started talking again with my wife and joking that she looked like she was ready for another dance. As I sat there slowly sipping my drink while they danced, two things were difficult to understand. First, I was having a conversation with a complete stranger discussing intimate details about my wife. Second, I felt a definite tingle and hardness hearing this self assured stranger tell me how hot my wife looked. Even though she has always been very religious, modest, shy and easily embarrassed, she was definitely having fun dancing with her charming new friend. I was sure she had no idea Steve had made such suggestive comments about her to me.
When they finally returned to the table after a slow dance, Steve again went off to buy us a round of drinks. I asked my wife if she was having fun noticing that she was breathing hard and a slight bit of flush to her cheeks. She assured me she was having a great time but thought she had really had enough to drink. She told me Steve was a very accomplished dancer but she wasn’t sure she liked being held so tightly and suggest that I dance with her for a while. We danced a slow one and I could tell she had way more alcohol than she was accustomed to drinking. She snuggled close putting her head on my shoulder and I could feel her firm tits pressing against my chest. Her long hard nipples were showing through her thin bra and light silky dress. I knew Steve must have enjoyed the view.
When my wife and I returned to our table, I noticed that Steve was talking and laughing with a couple other guys at the bar while he waited for our drinks. It wasn’t long before he walked back with a tray full of drinks to our table accompanied by his two other friends. He quickly introduced them while grabbing a couple empty chairs from other tables inviting them to join us. After a few minutes of introductory conversation, Steve started telling his two friends how much my wife liked to dance and how much fun they had been having. I could see that my wife was somewhat uncomfortable having been invaded by two other guys she didn’t know but she did her best to laugh at their jokes and enter into the conversation.
When the next song started, Steve grabbed my wife by the arm pulling her out onto the crowded dance floor. She didn’t object, but she looked over at me with that look in her eyes as if to say, “what do I do now?’ I just quickly made eye contact with her and shrugged my shoulders like, “I don’t know…. Whatever.” Sitting at the table talking with Steve’s friends, I could see they looked a little rougher than Steve, probably in their late 40s, a lot of tattoos, with a strong vocabulary including a nice selection of four letter words.
When the song ended, Steve was guiding my wife back towards our table while at the same time he was motioning to his friend Jack, at our table, to come and take a spin on the dance floor with my wife. He had evidently convinced her to dance with his friend but I could tell by the look on her face she wasn’t too excited about the idea. Even though she still had a big smile on her face, she was definitely out of her comfort zone. Steve and his other friend left the table to take a piss while the lights on the dance floor went low with a slow song. Sitting alone at the table trying to gather my thoughts I had to admit to myself it was very exciting watching my shy little wife interact with strangers that were definitely checking out her hot body. This just wasn’t like her to be out dancing with men that she would normally avoid in her everyday life.
Steve came back alone to our table drinking a beer and sat next to me as we watched his friend Jack dance with my wife. He started talking about how much he liked Asian ladies and that he had never had a chance to date one. He wanted to know which country my wife came from originally and how she was different from American ladies. His questions got more detailed and direct until he finally flat out stated that he really liked a hairy pussy and that he had always heard that Asian ladies normally don’t shave their cunts. I about fell off my chair with that statement but he just looked me in the eyes and was waiting for my answer. I gave him a nervous laugh and agreed that I also liked a little hair around my playground. I finally admitted to him that my wife just trims herself around the edges so she won’t show when she wears her swimming suit. Steve broke into a wide grin and told me that he figured as much.
He continued grinning as he poked me playfully in the shoulder and told me that he had seen pictures of some fine looking Asian lady’s tits and could tell my wife had a nice pair of long hard nipples the way they were poking out on her chest. He asked me just how long those beauties get because that was one of the first things he noticed about her. I again played along and told him how embarrassed she was that they always seemed to show but they were a good 1 inch long. I knew I was on dangerous ground having this discussion with a complete stranger but it was extremely exciting to share intimate details about my unsuspecting wife.
I noticed my wife and her newest friend were still dancing but Steve still wanted to know more about my cute little wife. He asked me if that was true that Asian ladies really know how to give a world-class blow job? He said my wife has such soft lips that he bet she was a great cock-sucker. I lied and told him that she did a great job but if the truth be known, she doesn’t really enjoy putting my cock in her mouth very often. I lied again when he wanted to know if she would swallow, I told him yes. He was on a roll question after question. He finally asked me if my wife liked a big cock stuck in her ass. My heart was beating fast with excitement and we were both watching my wife on the dance floor as I answered that her ass is off-limits. Steve let out a groan like he was disappointed and stated that my wife has such a hot looking ass it’s a shame to not take advantage. I further explained that I can sometimes get a finger tip in before she squirms around and wants me to stop.
We both just sat there in silence as I thought how bizarre it was that I was telling all of my little wife’s intimate secrets to this strange guy in a bar. I can’t say that I was ashamed of myself, but I probably wasn’t having my proudest moment. I told Steve that I had a question for him. I asked him how he knew that my wife was wearing thong panties. He broke into a wide grin and told me that he hoped I didn’t mind but he couldn’t help himself after he didn’t notice any panty lines. He admitted that during a slow dance he had gotten several good feels of her ass, but she was pretty good at not letting him get into the good stuff. My mind was racing; I certainly did not know what that meant… The good stuff? I couldn’t believe that my shy modest little wife would let anyone get a feel without coming completely unglued. The music had ended as my winded wife and a grinning Jack walked back to our table so my conversation with Steve ended abruptly.
Steve was very quick to greet my little wife as she returned to the table on the arm of his friend Jack. He told us all they had a fun time and my wife was a great little dancer. I could see by the look on her face, she wasn’t quite as excited about dancing with Jack as she was earlier in the evening.
Her face was somewhat flushed and I noticed a slight worried look in her eyes. Steve said it was his turn and again wanted to take her back out for the next song but my wife told him she needed to catch her breath and politely excused herself to go to the ladies room again. Jack made a smart aleck remark to my wife as she was leaving that if she needed any help just let him know.
As the three of us guys were sitting at the table, I couldn’t help but get caught up in the excitement of listening to them talk about how much they had enjoyed dancing with my wife. These two were both street smart, rough talking and self-assured guys that definitely had the hots for my little wife.
The surprising thing to me was that they were so open and forward discussing her in front of me. But of course, I had done little to discourage their aggressive discussion or behavior. I wasn’t sure how much longer I should let this continue especially after Steve’s comment about feeling up her ass on the dance floor. I’ll have to admit I was somewhat caught up in the excitement.
After a few minutes, I decided to hit the men’s rest room and then check on my wife. I stopped her in the hallway and asked her how she was doing. She told me it was getting late and she thought it would be a good idea to go back upstairs to our room. I asked her if she wanted to do some more dancing, and she explained that she had enough dancing and that the two guys were pretty free with her hands.
I could tell she was upset and embarrassed when I asked her what had happened. She quickly said she would tell me later but then asked me again if I was ready to leave and go back up to our room. I told her that whatever she wanted to do was fine with me.
When we returned to the table and sat down I explained that my wife was getting a little tired and that we should probably turn in for the evening. Well immediately the two guys wouldn’t hear of such a thing and started playfully begging and pleading with my wife for more promised dances.
She started to grin slightly with the overwhelming onslaught of attention and agreed to just one more dance.
I noticed she had several untouched drinks in front of her and figured she probably knew she’d better not have anymore alcohol. I could clearly tell she was buzzed and no match for these two smooth talking very convincing mature men.
I told them all they were going to have to work this out between themselves as I got up to stretch my legs and walk over to the bar.
As I stood there enjoying my drink, I couldn’t help but keep a close eye on our table seeing my little wife sitting between two strange guys she had only met an hour or so ago. Standing at an angle behind them, she looked like a little barfly surrounded by two attentive suitors giving her 100% of their attention.
Several times they would put their arm around her shoulder giving her a little hug and even brush back a curl of her soft hair. I could also see they were encouraging her to finish her drinks to catch up with them. Steve would pick up her glass and put it to her lips until, after token resistance, she would take several swallows. I couldn’t help but think how she looked so innocent and overmatched.
I suppose I should have immediately gone to her rescue like a good husband, but I didn’t think it would hurt anything to let them continue to have their fun. Steve was really just a nice guy out having a good time. I couldn’t fault him for that.
His friend Jack was definitely more crude and aggressive acting so I knew I should try to keep things from getting out of control. I noticed that my wife still had her big smile so I figured she was fine and would have a lot to tell me later. As a new song started, I saw my wife and Steve head back out to the dance floor.
Jack looked around and noticed me at the bar, walked on over and started talking with me. Between swigs out of his beer bottle, he told me how lucky I was to have such a hot wife and was glad I wasn’t into dancing.
I could tell he was feeling no pain and half the stuff he was telling me it was probably because of the booze. Keeping his voice down, he said he had some real good smoke and that he’d be willing to share with us if we were interested. I thanked him for his kind offer and explained that my wife and I were not really into that sort of thing.
He went on to explain that the best sex he had ever had was when he and his ex lady were high and happy. He also told me that if I could talk my wife into smoking some weed he was real sure it would solve my problem. When I ask him exactly what problem that would solve, he grinned and told me, “you know….. Your little wife won’t take it in the ass.”
I tried to act like I wasn’t surprised at his comment and joked that it looked like he and Steve had been talking about my wife. He got a shit grin look on his face and admitted that they both thought she was the hottest little thing they’d ever seen in the bar. So hell yes they been talking about her and they even had a little bet going from the start on what color panties she was wearing.
This guy was great; he was shooting his mouth off and was not at all hesitant to tell me everything they had been talking about. Steve had indeed shared all my wife’s intimate details with his friend.
In a good-natured way I explained that my wife wasn’t like most other women they came across in the bar. I told him that my little wife was a prim and proper housewife that didn’t screw around with other guys. I could see the somewhat dejected look on his face but I ended up telling him that I didn’t care if she wanted to have a little innocent fun and let her hair down so to speak.
I then told him, “they are red, you know, her panties, she is wearing a bright red thong.”
He smiled with a mischievous grin and as quickly as that, he was off to talk to some other buddy he noticed across the room.
My wife’s threatened last dance turned into quite a few last dances with her new friends. The two guys pretty much just took turns one after the other dancing with her not giving her much of a chance to bow out gracefully.
I continued to stand at the bar watching and would walk over to the darkened dance floor from time to time. Even in the low light, I could see my proper little wife pushing an exploring hand away from her butt. Every so often she would quickly react to the unwelcome placement of a big paw as it would move slowly across her silky little dress.
My heart was pounding with the excitement as I was actually seeing for the first time my little wife being groped where I wasn’t doing the groping.
Now I am sure this type of activity wasn’t that rare to see on this darkened dance floor probably any night of the week. The fact that my shy, modest wife was the one dancing with a complete stranger while he was taking liberties with his hands was the big surprise.
She has never liked to be touched, even in a friendly innocent way, in public. I would never get a positive response from her if I should attempt to embrace her or kiss her in the public with others around. She would always seem embarrassed that others would notice. I could never understand this myself, but I would generally try to stay on my best behavior at those times.
I continued to stand in the shadows watching as Jack rushed out and joined them on the dance floor just at the end of the song. I guess not wanting to have to convince her again at the table, he was just holding her tight ready to enjoy the next slow dance with my little wife.
I couldn’t believe how quickly he had his big hand squarely on her firm little butt. And after a couple of feeble attempts to push it away, she finally seemed to resign herself to letting him have his way. Most of the time he was holding her very tight and arched over her small frame seemingly whispering in her ear. Jack was definitely not as good a dancer or as gentle with her as Steve had been.
He wasn’t satisfied just to let his hand stay in one place, his spread fingers and continued to squeeze and fondle her ass going from one cheek to the other testing the firmness. My wife seemed to allow this indignation and only squirmed away from his grasp when his fingers pressed along her crack through her thin dress.
As the song ended I motioned for them to come back with me to the table and join Steve. There was another round of fresh drinks awaiting us as I noticed how relieved my wife was to be off the dance floor and away from Jack. She did look a bit disheveled, flushed and her lipstick was slightly smeared.
Jack had gone off to visit someone else at another table after my wife wouldn’t agree to another dance with him. She used the excuse that her muscles were very sore from dancing and she better stop now or she wouldn’t be able to walk in the morning.
Steve, being the helpful guy he was, got up and stood behind her massaging her shoulders and neck. As my wife was starting to relax, Steve explained to her that he could come up to our room and give her a nice massage and make her feel like a million bucks.
As I listened to him giving his pitch for the massage, I wondered what excuse she would think of to politely turn down his offer. I was quite surprised that her response was only that it would be too much trouble for him. Probably encouraged by her lame objection, Steve continued to coax her through a couple more drinks and polite conversation about her family and interests.
She even reached down and got her small purse, pulling out her wallet, and showing him pictures of our two small children. I couldn’t believe how naïve she was or how careless it was to let this complete stranger see our children or possibly her driver’s license and our home address.
I could see she was certainly feeling the effects of the drinks and clearly had more alcohol than I had ever seen her consume. She was acting giddy and giggly which had replaced her normal reserved demeanor. I did catch her eye to remind her that she had said she was tired and wanted to go back up to our room but she didn’t really seem too concerned.
Steve would reach out and massaged her bare shoulder muscles and she would smile and moan with relaxation. Several times when I made eye contact with him, he would give me a knowing wink and tell her that she needed a good relaxing massage. My wife wasn’t telling him no, so of course that meant yes to him.
Steve reached down and gently removed her left high heel shoe. He then scooted closer to her and pulled her left leg onto his lap and started rubbing her leg muscles with both hands.
I fully expected her to immediately object, but she just playfully laughed and let him massage her tired leg. She didn’t seem to notice that the hem of her short little black dress was pulled halfway up her thigh. She didn’t even object when his fingers strayed higher on her thigh pushing the hem even higher.
I couldn’t believe that she would sit there with a relaxed smile on her face, eyes closed, letting him massage her exposed leg and explore dangerously close to her womanhood.
I leaned over in amazement to see what he was doing and noticed that sitting in that position, her legs were quite far apart and he was enjoying a clear view of bare her inner thigh all the way up to my wife’s red panty covered crotch. Steve again smiled at me with his knowing confident smirk if as to say, “How do you like her now?”