Wife Watching Game
Chapter 1: The Bar

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Reluctant, Slut Wife, Cuckold, Pregnancy, Voyeurism, Size, Leg Fetish,

Desc: Sex Story: Chapter 1: The Bar - Mike likes to watch his pretty wife flirt with other men. Jen will play this Game '" she finds it exciting too -- but only up to a point. "A little kissing and fondling over my clothes is okay," Jen tells Mike. "But I'm not going to bed with a stranger." But Mike DOES want her to sleep with other men. So, maybe Jen won't sleep with strangers. But will she fuck someone she knows?

Mike took a drink of his beer and scanned the crowded bar, his gaze going from person to person until he saw a blonde sitting across the room. There were too many people between them to get a good look, but he thought he recognized her. He pushed his way through the crowd, only stopping when he was about 10 feet away. Her back was to him, so he couldn't see her face. But she looked like she had a nice body. She was petite and wore a white blouse and black skirt. She wasn't too tall, maybe 5'3" or so, but she had long shapely legs, and her high heels made her look taller. Her blonde hair looked soft and lush, ending a few inches past her shoulders. She was surrounded by a bunch of guys, and no wonder, especially if her front was anywhere near as good as her back.

The blonde seemed to be paying most of her attention to a tall guy. He was ruggedly handsome with a dark complexion. He looked Greek. He was fairly broad shouldered, with thickly muscled arms. Mike chuckled to himself. Chicks were so predictable, going after the tall-dark-and-handsome types.

Mike sensed that the couple had just met, although it was an easy guess since the bar had the reputation of being a meat market. The Greek placed his hand on the blonde's back, and she seemed to tense. It was pretty clear that the blonde wasn't entirely comfortable with the Greek's forwardness. Still, she didn't push him away, and the Greek inched his hand downward. Mike watched as the Greek's hand slowly moved down the blonde's back. She seemed to stiffen when his hand moved from her blouse to her skirt, but still she didn't pull away. The Greek's fingers slowly caressed the curve of the blonde's behind. Finally the blonde took a half step back. This didn't dislodge the Greek's hand from her ass, but it at least caused him to stop fondling her. Before he could start groping her again, the blonde motioned at a just vacated bar stool. Almost reluctantly, the Greek pulled his hands away and grabbed the stool. The blonde sat on the stool. As she did her skirt rode high up her thigh. "God she's got great legs," Mike thought.

Then the blonde glanced in his direction, and Mike finally saw her face. His breath caught in his throat. The blonde was his wife!

Their eyes locked, and Mike saw recognition, and something else, in Jen's -- his wife's -- eyes. Anxiousness? Jen's lips parted, as though she was about to say something to him. But before she could, Mike took a few steps back. Jen seemed to scan the crowd, but Mike disappeared behind a group of business men. Mike pushed his way to the other side of the bar. He was actually closer to Jen and the Greek than before, but hidden in the crowd.

Mike could see his wife's face. Jen was still flirting with the Greek, but she didn't look entirely comfortable. Mike's heart lurched when he saw the Greek place his hand on her knee. Jen's face flushed, but she didn't push him away. The Greek took her inaction as permission to explore further, edging his hand higher up her leg. He was getting perilously close to the edge of her skirt. She forced a smile and moved her hands over his, stopping his movement. But still she didn't push him away. The Greek continued to smile. He leaned closer and whispered something in her ear. As he did, he wrapped his other arm around her waist. Mike couldn't see, but he assumed the Greek's hand was again caressing his wife's behind.

The tall man's face was so close to Jen's that their cheeks were almost touching. Maybe they were touching. The man adjusted and suddenly his lips had moved from her ear to her neck. He was kissing his wife's neck! Jen's breathing became labored, and Mike wasn't surprised. Her neck was one of her most sensitive erogenous zones. This guy really knew how to seduce women! Mike had no sooner thought this that the Greek's hand began again to edge up her leg. The Greek was trying to get under her skirt! Mike looked around. The Greek's seduction of his wife had caught the attention of a bunch of guys. Maybe the Greek's friends? They were all smiling and whispering to each other, probably marveling at how easy Jen appeared to be. Jen was still flirting with the Greek, although it appeared forced. She wasn't explicitly acknowledging the Greek's hands on her body. But her face was flushed and her breathing labored.

Jen was holding her legs tightly together. Mike saw the Greek grasp her thigh and urge her legs apart. "What was he going to do, finger her in front of everyone?" Mike thought. Mike looked at the smiling crowd again. They seemed to be silently encouraging their friend on. But alarm had registered on Jen's face. She looked scared.

Reluctantly, Mike pushed through the crowd. "Jen, there you are!" he said loudly.

The Greek looked at Mike belligerently. "Who the hell are you?"

"I'm her husband," Mike said angrily. Mike looked at the Greek's hands on Jen's body, pretending to see them for the first time. "Get the fuck away from my wife!"

The Greek slowly pulled his hands away. He looked at Jen. "I thought you said your husband had to work late."

Before Jen could respond, Mike shouted, "Bullshit, she didn't say that! Now get away from her!"

The bouncer had heard the shouting and quickly got between Mike and the Greek. "What's going on here?"

"This asshole is pawing over my wife!"

"She came on to me! She wants it!"

The bouncer held Mike and the Greek apart. He looked at Jen. "Is this guy your husband?"

"Yes," Jen said weakly. Just like the guys around them, the bouncer knew the Greek was telling the truth. Jen had willingly let the Greek fondle and kiss her.

"I think you two had better leave," the bouncer said to Mike and Jen.

Anger showed on Mike's face, but he didn't say anything. He took Jen's hand and quickly lead her out of the bar.

"Fucking slut," they heard people say as they pushed through the crowd. "Fucking tease."

"What took you so long?" Jen asked later as they lay in bed, their bodies sweaty from passionate lovemaking.

"I wanted to watch. See what'd happen. You were so good tonight!"

"Mike, you let it go on too long. You almost got into a fight!"

Mike didn't answer. He wished it could have gone on longer...

Jen seemed to read his mind, and her tone softened. "So -- did I really put on a good show tonight?"

Mike pulled his wife towards him. "You were incredible! I can't tell you how sexy it looked, with his hands on you, exploring you." He kissed his wife, and then whispered wickedly into her ear, "I was hoping you'd open your legs, let him touch you under your skirt."

Jen pushed away, pretending to be angry. "That almost happened, he was pulling my legs apart."

Mike knew she wasn't really angry. "I was hoping you'd let him finger you."

Jen's eyes grew wide. "What? In front of everyone?" she said incredulously.

"You could've let him lead you to a dark corner."

"Yeah right," Jen said with mock scorn.

"Come on, admit it, this guy turned you on."

Jen didn't answer directly. "Well — remember the rule. A little fondling is allowed, but only over my clothes."

Mike smiled mischievously. "Maybe we need to change the rules."

Jen pushed away again. This time she was serious. "No, Mike. Remember, this Game has limits."

Mike continued to slyly smile. "You can't tell me you don't get excited when we play the Game."

"Yes, it's exciting," Jen said, a bit frustrated. "But a little fondling and kissing is as far as I'm willing to go. I'm not going to bed with a stranger, and I know you really don't want me to do that, no matter what you say."

"Okay, okay," Mike said quickly, not wanting to ruin the moment. Then he moved on top of his wife, his cock hard again. "You were so good tonight," he said, lowering his lips to hers.

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