Wife Watcher Copyright© 2003
My wife Paula had decided she needed to slim up. I don't know why, she sure looked good to me. Her 5 foot nothing figure was nicely rounded where a good looking woman should be. But as a mere male, who am I to argue?
After several weeks of jogging and gym workouts she didn't seem to be getting anywhere. A friend had recommended some slimming pills which she got on the day we were going out to dinner for our 5th wedding anniversary. It was only later that I found out she hadn't read the instructions correctly. It said that on no account should alcohol be consumed within 24 hours of taking a pill.
She took a pill just before we left home. We had a lovely dinner and the evening was going fine, that is until after two glasses of champagne. Suddenly, she was just sitting there with a smile on her face and looking blankly into space. She was as high as a kite.
"Well this evening's over. I better go call a taxi and get her home", I thought to myself.
I asked at the bar if they could phone a taxi for me. The barman said there was no need to since there is always a taxi outside. I thanked him and as I turned around I was shocked to see a guy sitting in the booth next to my wife. He seemed to be whispering in her ear. The next thing really amazed me. My cock sprang to attention as I watched him slide his hand across her breasts. I didn't know what to do. Should I run over and rescue her? But I was enjoying the show far too much. My little head over ruled my big head as I went and stood at the end of the bar where I could get a better view and maybe close enough to hear some of what was said.
I was turned on out of my mind as I watched his hand go inside her low neckline and cup one of her lovely breasts. Just then two other guys, one of whom was a black guy, got in the booth sitting opposite them. They were obviously friends of the first guy.
"What you got there?", asked the white guy.
"Dunno", replied the first guy. "She was just sitting here all alone and stoned out of her mind. So I thought I would help myself to a little fun."
"She sure is zonked out of her skull" the black guy said, as he reached over to pull her top down a little lower. "Well give us a look man! Don't be keeping it all to yourself."
The guy lowered her shoulder straps and eased both of her luscious breasts out of her dress. He held them in both his hands as the other two reached over and started pulling her nipples. This was just too much! I came in my pants without even touching myself. I had to go to the toilet to clean up. When I returned they were all gone. Now I started to panic. What had I let my wife in for?
"Hey man!" The black barman beckoned me over. "You looking for you wife?"
"Yes!", I almost shouted. "Where is she?"
"You were enjoying watching her being felt up, yeah!"
"Well yes, but where is she?"
"She OK man. I told the guys to take her into the back room. Can't be having no sex show here in the restaurant. Just go on through there. It's the door on the left. I'll be in, in a few minutes for my turn with the slut."